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  “Maybe?”

  “Maybe, it could work.” I held her face with both my hands. “Trent, I need to really think this through. When I black out your day job, I like being with you. When I have no choice but to think about what you do every day, with random women, it really stings.” An unexpected smile lifted her pretty lips. “I guess it stings because I like you. So, there’s that.”

  “You like me?” I teased, hoping to get back on solid ground with Molly.

  In an unprecedented move, she nodded just before kissing me. Molly only initiated once, and when she had she blew me away... literally. My plans to have this be about our relationship flew right over the cliff we faced when her fingers gripped the hem of my T-shirt, and she dragged it over my head. With her eyes holding mine, she asked, “Can we do this here?”

  “I didn’t bring you here for my pleasure. I planned to spread you out and eat that sweet pussy until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

  “Well then... change of plans,” she admitted before kissing my jaw and trailing a path down my neck. When her lips traveled back up and met my ear, she whispered, “Someone recently told me to just live in the moment and stop overthinking things by enjoying the pleasure that comes with it.” She then pulled my earlobe between her teeth and tugged. My cock twitched in my shorts, Molly noticed and took care of things for me high above the valleys of Yosemite National Park with only the birds and bees watching us.

  Molly

  I was dating a porn star. Sure, I hadn’t really answered his question, but after our day in the park, after coming back to the hotel and he made promise to eat my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore, after making love over and over, after he held me in his arms as we slept together all night long, I could no longer deny how much I enjoyed being with him. Each day since had been better than the previous, and deep down I knew what my answer would be.

  Tommy was right. This thing between us was too good to end over a technicality such as his job. And as I said that to my reflection while Trent showered, the little devil on my shoulder quipped, “The technicality is that he fucks other women at his job.”

  Asshole devil. It always came back to that.

  My eyes fixated on his naked torso behind the frosted glass door. I now knew every ripple of muscle. I knew how lightly dragging my teeth over his tip drove him crazy. I knew by saying his name as he ate my pussy, that would only fuel him to keep going and going until I was completely spent.

  I knew this man, the good and the bad. The kind heart that hid behind that sinful chest. The intelligent mind eclipsed by his stunning face. I knew him better than anyone, maybe even Tommy. That had to count for something.

  “Babe,” he said catching my attention and my obvious perusal of his body. “Hand me that towel.” I grabbed the plush towel and passed it to where he reached for it out of the shower. “Thank you.”

  Once it was secured around his waist, he stepped to where I stood near the vanity. “What are going to do today?” he asked while messing with his damp hair.

  “I think I’ll crawl up in a comfy chair out back and read. It’s gorgeous out today.” He smiled at my simple response. With a shrug, I added, “It’s something I miss doing since getting here.”

  “I get it.” He pecked my lips and said as he walked out, “I shouldn’t be too late. We only have two scenes left.” Those scenes he referred to afforded me the day off. Today the script did not call for him to have sex with Raven. Therefore, my assistance wasn’t needed. When he shared that with me last night while we soaked in the tub, he teased me at failing to hide my elation.

  Before jumping in the shower, I waited a few more minutes as he dressed to head for the set. “Okay, see you later?” he asked, taking me in his arms.

  “Yes, dear,” I teased, earning me a slap on the ass and a kiss that had my panties damp by the time he was done with me.

  I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I took a quick shower. Not long after, I fastened my damp hair into a casual ponytail, threw on my favorite jeans and T-shirt, slipped into ballet flats and grabbed my bag. Besides reading, which was something I did daily before Trent but haven’t opened my e-reader since meeting him, I also wanted to take a walk and call Tommy. He deserved an update on my situation and credit for helping me in leaning toward giving us a chance.

  Just as I headed for the door, the room phone rang. “Hello?”

  “Hi, Molly?” a sweet voice asked. “This is Didi, a production assistant. Can you come to the set? Trent needs you.”

  “Um... sure. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

  “Great, I’ll tell him,” she said sounding like she was no older than fifteen.

  Disappointment over my free day being sabotaged had me dragging my ass to the set. One of two things must have happened, either they needed to reshoot a scene that Jerry wasn’t happy with, or the queen herself insisted on a reshoot. Most of the scenes were shot in one of the private cabins lining the property, and the rest were shot in a secured area of the woods behind it. Not hearing any voices outside the house, I wrapped on the door waiting for access.

  One of the camera assistants opened it with no emotion. His finger immediately covered his lips meaning they were shooting. As quietly as I could, I entered the home and made my way to the master bedroom where I froze in my tracks. There was Raven, wearing a see-through lace robe as she stood beside the bed watching Trent fuck a stunning blonde.

  Shards of ice settled in the pit of my stomach with each moment that passed. I watched dumbfounded as he grabbed her thigh and lifted it around his hip to get deeper... something he did with me.

  Bile rose as he cupped her face in the same way he cupped mine. Despite her calling to God and begging him not to stop, the look in her eyes couldn’t be faked, I didn’t care how great of an actress she was. And why didn’t he share that she was the reason he didn’t need me today. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t fucking Raven, he was fucking someone else.

  The blonde gripped Trent’s ass as she moaned through her orgasm. And based on the way every inch of her entire body responded left no doubt it was indeed real. Seconds later, a shudder traveled through him, the cheeks of his ass flexed beneath her fingers, the muscles in his thighs tightened. And when he arched his back and slowed his thrusts, I knew that was the tell-tale sign that Trent was about to come as well.

  I stood stone still watching and listening to him groan during his release. Sure, he had come while fucking Raven more times than I cared to count, but each time he had needed me there to do so. This was different... way different. The broad smile on his face was proof of that.

  Jerry called, “Cut! Perfect. One more scene people!” Trent disposed of the condom, helped the blonde to her feet, held her face in his hands, and kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled and whispered something that had him pulling her naked body flush against his when he then kissed the top of her head.

  Raven’s icy glare focused on my face as she sported a wicked grin. “Good job, kids,” she said to them in her snooty accent, even as her eyes held mine. “It’s always fun watching you two fuck. It’s probably why you won the award for hottest couple in an adult film.”

  The blonde beamed at Raven, but Trent ignored her and turned to take the robe one of the assistants held out for him. Upon seeing me, he smiled and walked to where I stood. “Hey. What are you doing here?” When I didn’t respond immediately, he tipped my chin until my eyes connected with his. “Molly, what’s wrong?”

  “Someone named Didi called and said you needed me on set.” His brows pulled together with a confused expression spreading over his face.

  “Who?” Trent’s response combined with Raven’s smirk confirmed what I suspected. She wanted me to see this, to watch with my own eyes the chemistry he had with his new costar. It was undeniable, and it hurt more than anything I’d ever witnessed. “Molly, talk to me,” he insisted, grabbing my upper arms with his large hands.

  “I have to go.” I twisted from his grip an
d bolted out of the cabin, not stopping when I heard him call out my name again... not stopping until I got back to our room.

  My lungs burned, my eyes flooded with tears, and my heart shattered. Hearing Jerry say they had one more scene bought me just enough time to get out. Without wasting a second, and not wanting to chance a confrontation with Trent, I grabbed my suitcase and threw my clothes into it. Fifteen minutes later, I was in a cab heading back to my normal life.

  Chapter 14

  Molly

  As I sat on my couch with a blanket tucked around my legs, even Tommy doing his best to console me still didn’t ebb my sadness. Ever since I left Yosemite yesterday, my entire chest ached. The worst part was, I brought this all on myself.

  I should have stuck with my gut instinct and not agreed to assist him. Was it easy money? Yes, but at what cost? Deep down I knew that. Nothing good comes easy and what happened proved that point.

  “Can I get you anything?” Tommy asked placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You haven’t moved from this spot in hours. Have you slept? Before I went to bed, you were in this same position.”

  “No, I haven’t really been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes all I can see is Trent having sex with that woman.”

  “When you came home, you didn’t want to talk about it. Aside from telling me he didn’t need you anymore, I have no idea what really happened. The last thing you shared was how great things were. Talk to me, Molls. You’re scaring me.”

  I loved Tommy, I did. But nothing he could say or do would help. “I’ll be fine.”

  My phone vibrated on the coffee table. It had been doing that for hours with text messages from Trent lighting up the screen. The only thing I read was, we need to talk, and failing to reply to any of his messages or calls didn’t deter him in the least.

  “Are you going to answer your phone? Do you want me to?”

  “No!” I barked causing Tommy to flinch. “I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” I let out a long breath and looked at him. “Once I tell you this, I don’t want to talk about it again. Agreed?”

  Tommy nodded. “Yes, I promise.”

  Closing my eyes and praying I could get through this explanation without breaking down in a fit of tears, I said, “Trent said he didn’t need me on set because he wasn’t shooting a sex scene with Raven. I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t pleased about that. We had just spent the most romantic few days together, and I thought it was something special... I thought I was special.” Taking a moment to force down a swallow, I continued. “I received a call saying Trent needed me on set. Not questioning it since I knew the director changed things up all the time, I went.”

  With each word I spoke, I felt as though an anvil was lying on my chest. “You need to understand, that seeing him fuck Raven didn’t bother me as much as it should have. Yes, it was terrible especially after I felt a connection with him, but I knew she meant nothing to him... unlike the actress he was having sex with yesterday.”

  Images of the way he kissed the tip of her nose, and the way he pulled her into his arms while they were still naked, forced more hot tears to stream down my face. Tommy dabbed my cheeks with a tissue, but they felt numb like the rest of my body.

  “He did things to her that I thought were reserved for me. I couldn’t handle it, and I ran out.” I choked back a sob. “I’m not so special after all.”

  Tommy pulled me into his arms and hugged me. He didn’t say anything because there was nothing to say. There was no rationalizing what had transpired in front of me. Visions of Trent and his blonde costar were permanently embedded in my brain.

  “Can I ask you something without you killing me?” Tommy asked, and I couldn’t help but blurt out a small chuckle.

  “What?”

  “Did you fall in love with him?”

  “How can I love a man who has sex with other women for a living?”

  “That doesn’t answer my question, Molls.”

  “Yeah, I fell for him, and now I regret not following my instincts.”

  In the past, when I had broken up with a guy or they broke up with me, I thought I knew what having your heart broken felt like. But, I was wrong, because after leaving Trent the pain surpassed any I had ever endured.

  “This is my fault.” Tommy stood and began to pace the floor. “I shouldn’t have encouraged you to take that job. I honestly thought it would be easy money and fun considering who you had to work with. I never thought there could be consequences or that you’d fall in love with him. I’m sorry.”

  “No, this isn’t your fault, and I refuse to allow you to take the blame. This is all on me for believing Trent and I had something real.”

  Tommy’s head fell in defeat. “Tell him to quit.”

  “I can’t do that. But, I also know that I can’t go on like this.”

  “If he was here right now, I’d kick his ass.”

  No sooner had Tommy said those words that three knocks sounded on my door. “Molly, it’s me, open up.”

  Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head. “I can’t see him,” I whispered to Tommy before getting up off the couch. My legs felt weak from being in the same position for so long. “I’m sorry to do this to you, but I’m going to my room.”

  “I’ll handle him.” Tommy kissed my cheek and waited for me to disappear before dealing with Trent.

  Rather than eavesdrop, I should have curled up on my bed, but I couldn’t resist. Tommy’s muffled voice carried through the six-paneled door. “No, you can’t see her... I don’t care what you need to say, she doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

  “Molly!” Trent yelled so loud I jumped away from my door but not far enough where I couldn’t hear him. “Talk to me, Molly! I’m not leaving until you talk to me!”

  There was a bit of scuffling, and I prayed Tommy didn’t take a swing or worse, Trent hitting him. I knew I should just handle this like a grownup and stop hiding. With a shaky hand, I turned the knob and stepped out.

  As soon as Trent saw me, he shoved Tommy aside and headed my way. “You left me.”

  Those three words gutted me. I didn’t leave him, he left me. As soon as he treated that actress like someone he cared for, he was gone. My entire face tingled in a futile attempt to hold back tears that threatened to burst from my eyes.

  Physical pain ripped through my body. Just seeing him standing in my living room with a look of anguish on his face didn’t help my disposition. I was a woman divided. My brain wanted him to hurt as much as I did, but my heart wanted me to run into his arms and rewind the last twenty-four hours.

  “I’ve been calling and calling you. I left text message after text message. I had no idea where you went or if you got there safely. I’ve been worried sick. Jerry had a mandatory post-production meeting as he does after every film, or I would have been here sooner.”

  All I could do was stare at him. Truth be told, I barely saw him through my bloodshot eyes, which was probably a good thing. Finally, I found the words I needed to say. “I want you to leave.”

  Trent ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Not until you tell me what the hell happened.”

  Fury decided to overcome my despair. “You happened.” Tommy moved to stand next to me giving me the silent strength to continue. “Do you know what it was like for me yesterday? Seeing you dote on your newest costar?”

  “Trina? She’s a friend in the industry. What does she have to do with this?” He truly looked baffled at my comment, which stung even more. How could he not see how I saw things between them?

  “Everything. What do you want to hear? It’s me, not you? Would that make you feel better? Because if I need to say that for you to forget the last three weeks, I will.”

  Trent took a step toward me and rather than taking one backward, I held my ground. “Forget? Is that what you really want? You knew my job was to be with other women, but it isn’t real. You’ve been on set enough times to understand that. The sex means nothing.”

/>   “You kissed the tip of her nose, you held her like you did me. So, if that meant nothing does that mean I didn’t either?”

  “Of course not. You mean...”

  “Did you know that scene was added with Trina?” I asked, cutting him off.

  His large hand grabbed at the back of his neck while his eyes avoided mine. “It’s not out of the ordinary, Molly. It didn’t occur to me that you’d be upset by it.”

  I wasn’t getting through to him regarding my point. Deciding to cut to the quick, I then asked, “Tell me, have you fucked her off camera?” He hesitated long enough for me to have the answer. “Go. We’re not right for each other. Please leave.”

  The muscle in Trent’s jaw ticked. “You don’t mean that.”

  “The lady spoke.” Tommy stood spine straight and eye-to-eye with Trent. “Leave, or I’ll show you out myself.”

  He turned and started for the door. Trent reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a piece of paper. Looking back at me, he said, “Here’s your paycheck.” He dropped it on the small table next to the sofa. “For the record, Trina and I are just friends, and she means nothing to me in the romantic sense. But you do. I love you, Molly.”

  The moment the door clicked closed behind him, my knees gave way, and if Tommy wasn’t next to me I would have fallen to the floor. He scooped me up, carried me into my room, and set me on my bed. Tommy then laid down before pulling me into his arms as sobs wracked my body.

  Trent was the first man to tell me he loved me. The first man I wanted to say it back to. And the first man that I knew I couldn’t allow myself to love back.

  Chapter 15

  Trent

  Normally once I’ve finished a film, the next day I’d be securing my next project. But I couldn’t bring myself to give a fuck. I now ran twice a day, because punishing my body in the southern California heat seemed like a great way to deflect the ache in my chest. With each pounding step on the pavement, my mind couldn’t decipher exactly what her issue was.