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  If he thought that would deter me, he was mistaken. Rather than slow down, I gently grazed my teeth over the throbbing vein in his cock and moaned. The vibration combined with my stellar technique, caused hot streams of his salty release to slide over my tongue and down my throat.

  Once he relaxed and I licked every last drop off his impressive length, giving his tip a little extra attention, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. Trent’s eyes were closed, his jaw was slack, and pride swelled within me because I did that to him.

  “Fuck, Molly,” Trent said coming out of his orgasmic haze letting the wall catch him as he leaned back.

  “Fuck? You think you can do that to me now? Or do you need time to recuperate?”

  Not hesitating, Trent pushed himself off of the wall, grabbed my upper arms, and yanked me up until we faced one another. In one fell swoop, he ripped open my robe and let it fall to my feet.

  “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

  “No.” Every part of my body screamed to comply, but I couldn’t do that. I enjoyed having the power. I didn’t bother to look at him before I made my way to the bed and sat down.

  Trent smirked and in less than three steps stood in front of me. “I like this side of you, Molly.” He leaned down and chastely kissed me. “If you think this is turning me off, you’re sadly mistaken because it’s doing just the opposite.”

  Glancing down, I couldn’t help but notice he was just as hard now as when I first took him into my mouth. Knowing that a gorgeous woman like Raven couldn’t affect him the way I did bolstered my confidence tenfold.

  Lost in my bold thoughts, I was caught off guard when before I knew it, Trent had pushed me back onto the mattress, spread my legs, sheathed himself with a condom, and positioned the tip of his dick to rest on my clit.

  “Tell me you want me, Molly.” He glanced down noticing my wetness. “I can see that you do, but I want to hear it.”

  “What... your ego isn’t big enough that you need me to stroke it more?”

  “I don’t know what’s gotten into you. Are you saying no?” Before I could utter a syllable, he breached my entrance. “Say it. Am I pushing in or pulling out?” My nails clawed the skin on his perfect ass drawing him into me. “Jesus,” he groaned as I thrust upward.

  Once more the sense of control enveloped me. Trent’s mouth covered mine. His tongue searched and caressed the hollow of my cheeks. Using the mattress and Trent’s euphoric state as leverage, I pushed on his shoulders attempting to switch our positions.

  “I know what you’re doing, Molly. I’ll play your game.” He willingly flipped onto his back taking me with him. “Go ahead, fuck me. Give it all you got.” Trent laced his fingers together and rested his head on his hands.

  Asshole. To me, the man was equal parts infuriating and desirable. One of my hands wanted to slap him while the other wanted to feel every nuance of his muscular torso. Even from the bottom, he found a way to top me.

  Chapter 9

  Trent

  Jesus Christ, this woman would be the death of me. Having said that, I fucking loved this defiant side of her. The thing was, she wasn’t defying me, she defied herself. I’d lost count on the numerous times Molly, or as I once aptly nicknamed her, the ice queen, pushed my advances aside or didn’t give me the time of day. Yet, her frigid attitude toward me obviously thawed, and I wasn’t sure why.

  My only fear was it would leave as quickly as it appeared. What happened that made her become the aggressor? Did she get turned on so much by watching me jerk off that it flipped her switch? Had she always wanted me but was too stubborn to admit it? Those were the questions I intended to get answers to... but first I needed to fuck her.

  Endurance was something I practiced time and time again for my job. Getting hard minutes after she blew me so spectacularly took little effort on my part with a woman like Molly dangling hot sex in my face as bait.

  To be honest, the herculean effort it took to hold back as her walls clenched around me wasn’t something I was used to. Stamina was my middle name and my claim to fame in the industry. Without any cuts from a director, I was known to prolong my climax until it was needed and then could do so on command. So often, my costars would have two or three orgasms to my one and only.

  But once again thanks to Molly, my so-called stamina failed me. I could feel beads of sweat forming with each bounce of her perfect ass on my thighs. It felt like every molecule of lust centered at the base of my cock, and my balls pleaded for my brain to send the signal. By keeping my hands behind my head and practically pulling my hair out, it helped to divert the dilemma building in my groin.

  And as my brain and my cock battled it out whether to keep going or to come like a geyser, it was the sight of her riding me like a triple crown jockey that gave my brain the win. Fuck... I could stare at this woman all day. Before our little arrangement, watching her retrieve her mail in one of those sexy work outfits supplied enough ammunition to jerk off to later in my apartment. Remembering how I wondered what her tits looked like, only to have them now bobbing inches from my face seemed surreal. And now that I’ve gotten a taste of her cunt, felt her climax around me, there was no fucking way I’d go back to being just passing acquaintances like she assumed we’d be.

  It didn’t take long for my cock to remind me his patience hung by a thread. The throbbing that took hold bordered on being painful. “Get there, Molly,” I threatened, my voice strained from holding back. Her responding sigh gave me little indication of how close she was.

  Taking control, I moved one of my hands to cup her breast and pinch her nipple, causing a whimper to erupt from those perfectly plump lips. Teasingly, I then skimmed my touch down her body to land with my thumb on her clit. By coaxing her with a firm circular motion, the whimpers turned into groans. “Now,” I demanded as I continued to manipulate her with my touch while holding her firm with my other hand gripping her hip.

  Molly threw her head back, releasing moan after moan yet stubbornly refusing to let go. The joke was on me when the ends of her hair tickled the tops of my thighs causing me to come so hard I worried the condom shredded inside of her.

  “Fuck, Molly.” Goddamnit, I never came before my partner... not on the job or otherwise. Determined to feel her pulse around my cock, in a desperate attempt I pushed her limit by slipping a tip of one finger between her ass cheeks. At first, I just rested it there, and seconds later pushed in just enough to barely breach the tight ring of muscle. Anal foreplay was another one of my specialties, and I had no problem introducing my sassy fluffer to my expertise.

  I was prepared to go even further, maybe as far as a knuckle, but before I had the chance, she quivered from an intense orgasm. Her gorgeous lips parted, the apples of her cheeks flushed, and her body fell forward until she became boneless on top of mine.

  Victory.

  Having the weight of her lying on me created a very foreign sensation deep in my chest. On their own accord, my hands slid up her body where I buried one into her hair and the other centered on the smooth skin of her back. I shifted us slightly until we lay on our sides while still being connected. Her eyes remained closed, but she allowed me this moment to stare at her features and drink in her beauty.

  For some unknown reason, I could have laid there for hours. Having her cradled in my arms, my hand caressing her back, and most importantly her allowing me to felt right. The moment wasn’t lost on me, and that freaked me the fuck out. But instead of bolting, as I normally would, I relished in every second that passed. She was unguarded, receiving of my affection, and I didn’t want to ruin it by pulling a “Trent.”

  Her eyes fluttered open and connected with mine. Instantly, I could see the doubt and regret swirling in their vibrant blue depths. A need to question why furled it’s way to my throat, but I bit back refusing to acknowledge she may have been feeling anything but elation, just as I had.

  “I could get used to this,” I allowed myself to admit. Kissing the tip of her nos
e, I then added, “You’re beautiful, Molly.” My words seemed to work, and a small smile spread before she looked away. I cupped her cheek, and skimming my thumb over her soft skin caused her gaze to swing back to mine. “You do realize that, right?” I had to wonder what caused this insecurity that seemed obvious as we laid so intimately.

  “It’s nice to hear... especially coming from someone like you.”

  Like me? It was clear no matter how I acted or what I said, she would always see me as Trent Hudson—porn star. I truly didn’t want to ruin what we just shared, in spite of the fact she appeared hell bent on denying it. After another soft kiss to the tip of her nose, I reluctantly pulled out of her and made my way into the bathroom. I could feel her tracking my path before closing the door behind me.

  Molly

  In hindsight, my comment was nothing less than a veiled insult. And now that I had said it, I felt awful. In my defense, how could I not feel every line out of his mouth was just that? How could I not think I was merely another act in his well-rehearsed play? He may have been a porn actor, but he was an actor just the same.

  Yes, the sex was once again phenomenal. There was just something about that man that made every time better than the last. He brought the right amount of raunch while surprising me with unexpected sensitivity. That was the part I needed to be careful of because growing attached to that side of Trent could be the end of me.

  As I heard running water from beyond the door, I assumed he jumped into the shower to get ready for his meeting. How I wished I could hide in the closet until he left. But then my libido, the one Trent awakened beyond anything imaginable, wanted to see him with a towel slung around his hips just as I had not so long ago. I really needed time away from him to think, and to remind myself what this was between us. In the end, and with each day that passed, I knew without a doubt the less I invested emotionally the better I’d be.

  Suddenly, the water shut off and Trent opened the door naked and dry. The look on his face was unreadable. He stalked toward me on the bed and wordlessly lifted me off the center of it. At his silence, I asked, “What are you doing?”

  “I thought you might like a bath.” The moment we stepped into the warm steamy bathroom, the soothing smell of eucalyptus filled the air forcing a sigh. With our faces so close, I could see so many unspoken words he didn’t say. And as if he could read my mind he simply kissed the tip of my nose and gently lowered me into the tub.

  Expecting him to leave me there, I repeated my question from a few seconds earlier when he climbed in the opposite end. “Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”

  “They’ll manage without me,” he said just as his legs slid along mine to frame them. A cocky smile spread when my foot bumped into his dick beneath the water. He dipped his hands below the bubbles and wrapped them around my instep.

  “Now what are you doing?” I asked, and before I could say another word or protest, the pressure of his strong fingers kneading my skin caused a moan to rumble through me. “Oh my God, that feels amazing.”

  “Good.” He continued to massage my foot seeming very pleased with himself. “What?” he asked when I shook my head.

  “You’re confusing me.”

  His brows lowered in question. “In what way?”

  “Well, for instance, all of this,” I countered with a wave of my hand splashing iridescent bubbles into the air.

  “Is it so hard to believe I can be romantic at times?”

  “I guess it is, given being romantic is such a contradiction to how you are during sex.” His expression altered subtly and his fingers stilled, giving me a hint that I may have insulted him again.

  “So, you’re faking how much you enjoy sex with me?”

  “No. I couldn’t fake that. I meant sex with you, although fantastic, is carnal and raw. Where this gesture is sweet and kind.”

  “Gotcha,” he said tightly. “So, I’m not capable of being both? I guess once a porn star, always a porn star?”

  “Trent, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so judgemental. It’s just hard to wrap my head around the two sides of you.”

  “I don’t have two sides, Molly. This is me. Don’t confuse what I do on camera with the person I am in real life... and worse yet, how I am with you.”

  “How could I not?” I defended myself. “I’m here on your dime doing something so out of my comfort zone it’s messing with my head. And now, we crossed this line that worsens my confusion.”

  “What are you confused about, Molly?” He resumed squeezing my foot in his firm grip working his way up my calf and back down again. “We obviously are attracted to each other, I happen to like you, and whether you admit it to yourself or not, I know you like me too. Why can’t you just live in the moment and stop overthinking things by enjoying the pleasure that comes with it.”

  “Because being someone’s whore isn’t something I can’t overthink.”

  Again, the massage abruptly stopped. “Whore?” Based on the look on his face, this time there was no doubt my admission made him angry. “What the fuck kind of man do you think I am, Molly?”

  A spark of annoyance ignited within me at his gall. “Are you serious? You’re paying me to be here, and having sex with me while I am. It may not have been laid out black and white in your NDA, but regardless I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t paying me... nor would I be fucking you. Excuse me for labeling it as what it is.”

  Before I knew what was happening, he lifted himself out of the tub and snatched a towel from the rack. By the time he slammed the door behind him, my own ire had reached epic proportions. What the hell did I say that was so off the mark, and what right did he have being angry because I was honest enough to say it? Imagine how I felt giving myself that classification.

  Well, screw him. Whatever game we played was over. There were two facts in this equation: I was contracted to be here and was paid to aid his performance on screen. From that moment on, anything above or beyond those two realities was now done.

  Chapter 10

  Trent

  Motherfucker! She had me all wrong. Whore?

  First off, I didn’t pay for sex... ever. Sure, there was a fine line between the gentleman in me and the prick who fucks for a living, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.

  Secondly, did she honestly think fucking me was part of her job? That was a question I intended to ask, but anger forced the need to calm down first. Nowhere in any part of the contract did it stipulate we were going to embark in a sexual relationship. Again I thought, what type of man did she think I was?

  Given her attitude, I wasn’t sure I’d ever change her opinion of me. Having thick skin was needed in my profession. Yet, knowing how Molly truly labeled me fucking stung. Why I needed her to believe there was so much more to me than fucking seemed ridiculous... but I did.

  In the darkness, I wandered around the grounds bouncing between feeling hurt and feeling annoyed. I blew off a production meeting to spend time with her. Like an idiot, I thought we’d enjoy the bath together, maybe have sex in the tub, and hit the restaurant in the hotel for a late dinner.

  Oddly, when I slipped in beneath the bubbles, I pushed the thought of burying myself deep inside of her to the back of my mind. At that moment, all I wanted was to touch her skin and help her relax before we headed out. The euphoric look on her face told me she enjoyed my ministrations. I thought it would have been something that pleased her.

  Instead, there she was in our room getting too wrapped up in her own head, and there I was brooding over her opinion of me. Did she think I liked admitting I needed her to get hard? That I couldn’t perform with Raven if Molly wasn’t there? No, I fucking hated it. But, I wasn’t that much of an arrogant son-of-a-bitch that I couldn’t admit when I needed something. Nor could I ignore the insatiable want I had for her.

  Molly, on the other hand, was a different story. Once she got caught up in that pretty head of hers, she became as stubborn as a mule. I kicked a stone in my path taking out my frus
trations on anything in front of me. The calm air was in contrast to the fury and confusion that swirled within me.

  I walked to the edge of the property and stared at the sun that had begun to dip behind the treeline. The way it retreated and hid reminded me of the furious brunette inside of the hotel. She could deny it all she wanted, but she enjoyed herself as much as I had. Hell, she instigated the entire thing... something she let slip her mind when she called herself a whore. A whore. Was she fucking kidding? Maybe that’s what she thought of me since I was the one who got paid to have sex for a living.

  Except, I didn’t feel that way. I was an actor. Something else that seemed to be going against me. According to her, she didn’t believe anything that came out of my mouth. What was next? Did she think everything I had said to her was from a script? Next to the whore comment, that had to be the most ludicrous thing ever. Not only did I not consider her a whore, but I sure as hell didn’t rehearse what I had said to her. Any and all lines came from my heart.

  Shoving my hands deep into my pockets I began to walk back to the hotel. Something had to give. Even though I was mad as fuck, I needed to prove my intentions with her were genuine. Spotting the flowers she commented on when we arrived a few feet in front of me, I reached down, surrounded a bunch with my hand, and yanked them clear out of the ground... roots and all.

  I quickly scanned the area and overhang above me ensuring there weren’t any security cameras, something I should have done prior to their extrication and shook the dirt from their roots. The gesture may have been small, but it dawned on me that actions spoke louder than words. And I wasn’t talking about sexual actions because those just backfired, but more so romantic ones.