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Chapter 1

Trent

“You don’t wake up one day and decide you’ll be a porn star. But when life deals you that hand, you show up with guns blazing.” — Trent Hudson

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Sex. It was my job, my livelihood, and what I lived for.

Granted, when I moved to Hollywood, I wanted to be an actor... a legit movie star. But even relentlessly hitting numerous casting calls only landed me employment at a trendy restaurant waiting tables.

Money wasn’t just something I wanted, I needed it to live. Los Angeles wasn’t cheap, and I was quickly running out of options. With each month that went by, the reality I’d have to move back home became my one and only motivation. In spite of my efforts, nothing presented itself. It wasn’t for lack of trying, good looks, or a charming personality, because I had those in spades.

Looking back, fate had a huge hand in my career path... or I’d like to believe it did. Being in the right place at the right time got me noticed by the head of Sexland Productions. He offered me a job on the spot and a salary that made me think he was a farce.

That day I drove straight from the restaurant to my agent’s office. Expecting Charles to talk me out of it, just the opposite occurred. Of course, he wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but between the money and the lack of other prospects, Charles felt if it led to bigger and better opportunities then maybe taking that detour was the universe’s way of steering me in the right direction.

So, there I was, placing my morals aside by taking his advice to enter into the adult film world. I had taken precautions by changing my name, to protect any legitimate acting jobs that came along... and my very prudish family. I also made sure the scripts weren’t a joke, with bad lines and over-the-top acting.

Initially, I truly believed it wouldn’t be more than that first film and a short stint in the industry. But one film turned to six, and one year turned to three. With each movie I made, I waited for that break to come. It wasn’t often a porn star-crossed over to legit cinema. But with a wall full of awards, a following on social media in the millions, and a nice fat bank account, I still hoped it was only a matter of time before a better opportunity came along.

Until then, the best part—I got to fuck—a lot and got paid for it. Being a porn star had its advantages. What man in his right mind wouldn’t want that job?

My current movie, Radical Encounters, starred the hottest porn queen in the European market now making a splash in the States. Every warm-blooded man who watched porn fantasized about Raven Hart. She was a real live Jessica Rabbit. With curves in all the right places, tits that women wanted to be duplicated by plastic surgeons, and from what I heard, a magical pussy. The men she costarred with weren’t shy about sharing their encounters with the rest of us. Unlike most in our business, she was as tight as a drum. You’d think that alone would have my dick taking notice.

But after three takes on our first day of shooting, the fucker wasn’t excited one bit.

Pathetically, I made one more attempt at getting an erection, which had never been an issue before. Less than a minute later, the director called, “Cut!” He released an audible sigh with a firm shake of his head. “Time is money, Trent.”

“I’m aware.” Most would have been embarrassed, but all I could muster was anger. I stared at my costar wondering why the fuck she wasn’t doing it for me.

“We’ll try again on Monday. Trent, have a fluffer with you,” he said with a warning.

Fluffer? Trent Hudson had never used a fluffer in his life.

Fun fact... when male porn stars couldn’t get it up, they often had personal fluffers who would prepare them for a scene. Never in my years of doing porn had I ever needed one... until now.

Once the set cleared, Raven grabbed a robe and threw it on with attitude. She turned toward me, her dark brown eyes livid and piercing. “What the hell?”

“Sorry. Not sure what’s happening today.” That was the goddamn truth. This was a first for me. I loved women, and the thought of her sucking my cock would usually make me rock hard. Getting blow jobs were my thing.

“Legend, they told me. Trent Hudson is the best in the business, they said. What bullshit.” Raven huffed in frustration, glaring at me like I was a freak of epic proportions. “Take a pill if you have to, I don’t have the patience for limp dicks,” she sneered in her snooty accent. Maybe that was the reason I couldn’t get hard? To me, she sounded like Mrs. Doubtfire. I had to stifle a chuckle at the realization.

When no response came, she stormed off set leaving me holding my flaccid cock.

***

After a long day of shooting, failing to get hard, and fighting the California heat, I breathed a sigh of relief when I walked into the lobby of my building.

The luxury apartments housed affluent people, both old and young. On my floor, I was flanked by two women—one, Mrs. McCormack, who was old enough to be my grandmother, and the other was Molly Higgins.

The only time I ever gained a smile from Molly was when she saw me carrying Mrs. McCormack’s groceries. Seeing her face light up gave me hope that maybe I had broken the ice queen’s shield. Yeah, no such luck... and every time since then I’d only receive scowls. It was almost comical how Molly purposely avoided me, going out of her way not to acknowledge my presence.

Occasionally, I’d see her with another man, her roommate Tommy. I knew they weren’t a couple. How did I know? Because he checked me out the way I wished she would. The only thing I could surmise that caused her extreme dislike of me was he probably knew me as Trent Hudson, porn star. The gay male community loved me, and there were pleas and petitions all over the internet begging me to take on a male/male role.

Of course, that was all assumption since I never had the chance to talk to her... until now. At the elevator, a chestnut-haired woman stood wearing a sexy black skirt with a sheer sleeveless blouse tucked into her narrow waistband, and bare legs standing in fuck-me heels.

She didn’t need to turn around for me to know it was her. I’d recognize that ass anywhere... firm, not too round, not too flat. A vision of gripping it while she rode me plagued my thoughts since the first time I laid eyes on her. And now, standing beside her, that vision had morphed into one where I sunk my hard cock into her tight anus one slow inch at a time. Of course, now the fucker woke up... something he should have done on the set earlier today.

The elevator doors slid open on a ding, she walked in, and I followed. “Good afternoon, Miss. Higgins.” My deep voice echoed in the small chamber we were housed in.

“Mr. Baker,” she addressed me by my given name. My eyes cut to her ass as she stepped forward to push the illuminated button on the panel.

“Allow me.” I pressed the number twenty-five, and we began our ascent.

Her intoxicating vanilla perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo, assaulted my senses with each floor we passed. When the elevator came to a startling jolt and stopped, Molly grabbed my arm with one hand and the brass bar with the other.

“Shit,” she murmured. Her eyes glanced down to where she still held me in an iron grip only to release as if she were on fire. “What the hell did you do?”

I let out a chuckle. “I didn’t do anything. I’m standing right here.”

Her manicured finger pressed the alarm button. A voice came through the speaker, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, this is Molly Higgins, 25B. The elevator stopped.”

“Sorry, ma’am, we’ll look into it. Sit tight, it shouldn’t take too long.”

I leaned toward her and teased, “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Small lines crinkled on the bridge of her nose. “Lucky me.”

My six-foot frame towered over her petite one. My nine-inch cock remained hard in my pants... and that reminded me I needed a fluffer.

Suddenly, I didn’t want just anyone, I wanted her. I had two days to get my cock to work around Raven, or find someone who could. And like a lightbulb being flicked on, having Molly beside me formulated the perfect plan. For some reason, my gorgeous, sexy as fuck neighbor could get me hard just by standing beside me. I believed it was her naïvety that turned me on, besides her stunning looks.

I had one problem. Unfortunately, she was the only woman who never gave me the time of day.

So convincing her to help me out was going to be easier said than done since she couldn’t stand me. With time running out, there was only one way to find out.

“Since I have your undivided attention, care to tell me why you hate me?”

Her sky blue eyes glanced up at me. “I don’t know you enough to hate you.”

“Then what’s your problem? Even Mrs. McCormack likes me, and she doesn’t like anyone. That must count for something.”

“What is it that you do for a living that affords you such a palatial apartment?” And just like that, I knew she knew.

“I can ask the same of you.” I made a show of checking her out. “Are you a lawyer?”

“No.” With my eyes tethered to hers, she added, “You’re never in business clothes, just jeans and T-shirts.”

“Maybe I own a denim and T-shirt monopoly.”

“I doubt it.”

With each step I took toward her she took one back until her ass bumped into the corner of the elevator. “You know what I think?” Her brows rose. “I think you know what I do. I think your friend tipped you off—for lack of a better word.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I believe you do.” I hovered my hand over her bare arm daring to touch her. Goosebumps peppered her flawless skin, and a pretty pink hue filled her cheeks. “And your reaction says otherwise.”

“I’m cold.” She rubbed her bare arms with her hands.

Cold? It had to be seventy-five degrees in this box. The lights flickered, and once again we were greeted with a jolt.

That same voice filtered in. “Sorry for the delay, it looks like this could take a while. Sit tight, are you doing okay? How many of you are in there?”

Tears welled in her pretty eyes. “Two, there are two of us. Can you hurry?” Tension and fear laced her words. “Please?”

“Yes, ma’am. We’re doing our best.”

“Are you claustrophobic?”

“I don’t want to be in here.” Her hand began to rub her chest. “And yes, a little. It’s hot in here isn’t it?”

“You just said you were cold.” She glared at me. “Sorry, yes, it’s a bit warm. Why don’t we sit down.”

I offered her my hand, and the two of us lowered our bodies to the floor. Every ounce of my being wanted to pull her on top of me, but I refrained. “So, how was your day up until now?” I asked her trying to calm her nerves.

“Good. Yours?”

“Could have been better. This is actually my highlight. I’ve been wanting to get to know you.”

“Why? In your profession...” The lift of my brows stopped her mid-sentence, and her wide-eyed expression meant she was busted. “Okay, I know what you do. But, I was about to say that I’m sure you get to know lots of women.”

“True, but none are like you.”

She scoffed, “I would think not.”

Even though this woman wanted nothing to do with me, I needed her to listen to my proposition. The elevator dinged and started to move. She stood in a flash, and I followed suit.

“Thank God.” Molly pushed her hair off of her face. “It’s about time.” Not having a plan, I let my instincts take over and pulled the stop button. “What the hell are you doing?”

I moved my body to block the panel. “I need to talk to you. It’s either in here or upstairs.” We stood staring at each other in a silent standoff. “Which will it be, beautiful?”

“Fine,” she snarled. “Upstairs.”

“Good choice.” I pushed the button, and we started climbing once more.

As soon as we reached our destination and the doors slid open, Molly all but sprinted into the hallway. “That was awful.”

“My place or yours?”

“Excuse me?”

“To talk. Where are we going?”

“Yours, then I can leave when I want.” She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and my cock twitched. Why the bastard wanted this bitchy woman was beyond me. But he was the moneymaker and called the shots.

“Whatever you say, beautiful.”

Chapter 2

Trent

Ever since I first laid eyes on Molly, I wanted her in my bed. The woman had a presence about her. If I was a betting man, I’d place a hefty wager that she went to an upper-class private school. Her pretty eyes scanned my apartment. It couldn’t look much different from hers since she was right next door.

“Can I get you something to drink? I know you were shaken up earlier, would you like a bottle of water? Glass of wine?”

She stared at me for a beat before exhaling. “Water would be wonderful if it isn’t too much trouble.”

“No trouble.” I started toward my kitchen. “Have a seat and make yourself at home.”

Before sitting on my leather sofa, she took a few minutes to glance at the pictures of my family and me on the side table. Did she think I was a loner and that’s why I made adult films? I suppose that some may think a kid off the streets or someone without a support system would be the type to be in my line of work. The truth was, I came from a happy home in middle America.

“Here you go.” I handed her the bottle of designer water and took a sip of my own.

“Thank you. Is this your family?”

“Yes. I’m the middle child.” She nodded as if that gave her more insight. “Don’t psychoanalyze me for that. I’m very grounded.”

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”

Fine, she was a cut to the chase type of woman. That could have its advantages and disadvantages. In my head, I knew what I wanted to ask her, but now that the moment was upon me, my tongue felt as if it was in a sailor’s knot. After another sip of water, I steadied my nerves and went for it.

“As you know, in my profession, I need to be on top of my game at all times.” Her dark lashes bounced off her cheekbones. “But today...” Fuck, this was difficult. How did I tell a woman that I’m attracted to that I couldn’t get it up when the director yelled Action! Her plump lips formed around the opening of the bottle to take another sip. When her pink tongue swept the moisture off of them, my cock twitched. “Today, I wasn’t able to perform on cue.”

Her nose crinkled. “How is that my problem?”

“It isn’t... but you’re my solution. I want you to be my fluffer.”

She squirmed in her seat. “Your what?”

“Fluffer.”

“You want me to do what?”

“Get me hard.” I set the bottle down, stood and began to pace. “Look, I know you don’t approve of what I do. Hell, I bet you’ve never even watched porn. Unless you’re a closet porn watcher?” When she balked, I knew that wasn’t the case. “Okay, here’s the thing. The other day on set, I was with a gorgeous actress, Raven. She’s the top-billed adult film star in Europe. Men in and out of the industry would kill to be buried deep inside of her...” She shifted uncomfortably, and I felt myself getting excited about her innocence. I dragged in a breath and rambled on. “Um... but I couldn’t perform. It should have been a no-brainer, but it was the opposite.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I need you to help me get an erection.”

“Isn’t there a pill for that?”

I ran my hand along the back of my neck. “Yes, but a pill hampers having control once a climax builds. I’m able to redirect my thoughts to remain hard without ejaculating.” The way she stared in shock had me pushing on before I lost my nerve. “Look, I want you. Not a pill or anything artificial.” She stood, placed her water down, gripped her purse and started for the door. Every ounce of my body wanted to lunge at her and grab on so she wouldn’t leave. “You don’t have to touch me. I mean you can if you’d like, but just looking at you gets me hard.”

She glanced down at the prominent bulge between my legs. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you asking me to watch while you make a movie?” When I nodded, she shook her head. “No way.”

“Why? You’re not attracted to me, right?”

Once again, blood tinged her cheeks pink, the irises of her eyes bounced up and down my body. Her chest rose and fell in uneven movements. I had been with enough women to know the difference between nerves and lust. My sweet neighbor had lust written all over her face.

“Not in the least.”

Liar. “Fine, then what’s the big deal? Look, being a porn star wasn’t my first choice when I moved to California. I studied acting, auditioned more times than I could count, but couldn’t catch a break. Once the money started rolling in, it was hard to stop. Do you think I could afford this place on a waiter’s salary?” She shook her head. “Monday is the next shoot, please, do me this favor. I’ll give you ten percent of my earnings.”

“I don’t need the money.”

“Not even if it’s seventy-five grand?”

Her tight jaw slackened. “You get paid three-quarters of a million dollars for a porn movie?”

“For this film, yes. That’s why I need you. All you need to do is stand there. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Won’t it be weird for you having me in the room... while you’re... you know...”

“Fucking someone?” Her face flamed. “Molly, there will be a camera person, lighting crew, makeup people. It’s all very choreographed. There’s nothing intimate about it.” If she wasn’t a mathematician, she must be a professional poker player because there was no indication of what ran through that pretty head of hers. “Talk to me, what are you thinking?”

“That you’re insane, that’s what I’m thinking. There is no way on earth I’ll be your fluffer or whatever you called it.”

“One second.” I walked toward one of the built-in cabinets, grabbed a disc, and then handed it to her. “Watch this.”

She held it as if it was going to burst into flames between her fingers. “What is it?”

“My last movie. It’s the raw footage, before edits, music, and production. You’ll see it’s not as intimate as you imagine.” She shook her head. “Take the weekend and think about it. Talk it over with your roommate. Watch porn. If not mine, someone else's. Do whatever it is that will make you comfortable because if you’re tense, it will defeat the purpose.”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here, this is the address of the studio. My phone number is on the back if you have any questions. I’ll have security put your name on the list... in case you decide to come.” Come... I couldn’t wait to jack off once she left. My dick was screaming at me.

Her hand reached for the door before she looked over her shoulder. “You’re insane.”

“I am,” I agreed easily. “Just think about it, that’s all I ask.”

When the door clicked behind her, I unfastened the top button of my button-fly jeans, slammed back the rest of my water, before heading to the shower to answer my cock’s plea for relief.

***

The warm air was bearable this morning as I headed out for my daily run. Step after step, I could picture her contemplative look... or maybe it was astonishment last night. Question after question ran through my mind. Would she be there on Monday? Did she watch the movie I gave her? Would she ask her roommate his opinion? Did she get off on it?

Then one surprising question popped into my head as my running shoes hit the pavement... what would happen if she got turned on? Fuck. How could she not get turned on? Maybe the question I should be worried about is if she didn’t get turned on. Hell, last night in the shower I beat two off just thinking about her baby blues focused on my body as I thrust into Raven, and it hadn’t even happened yet.

According to my fitness watch, I’d clocked over three miles and 6,075 steps. Beads of sweat rolled down my back as I began my cool down. Not having a towel handy, I pulled the bottom of my tank to my face and wiped the dampness off.

When I lowered it, I saw her—Molly. Bright pink shorts, black tank top with the words, Just Do It scrolled across her perfect tits. Do it. Yes, please for the love of God. Her hair was pulled off her face. Damn, that ponytail would look perfect wrapped around my fist.

Thin wires hung from her ears. When she noticed me, she removed one of the earbuds and slowed her pace. Still jogging in place beside me, she said with a tight smile,“Good morning.”

“Hey, I didn’t know you were a runner.”

“Everyday.” Weird that I hadn’t seen her before. As if I spoke my thought she added, “I changed my route today, I was getting bored.”

“Care for a running partner?”

Her hair bounced as she shifted her weight from side to side. “You look like you already ran.”

“Just warmed up,” I lied. Shit, my body was going to scream at me later. “What do you say? Two miles?”

She scoffed, “If that’s all you can handle, sure. But I’m running five.”

Fuck me. “Five it is.”

Chapter 3

Molly

Running alongside Trent wasn’t what I had planned for today. All I wanted was time to think about his proposition. The fact that I was even considering such an insane request boggled my mind. How in the world could I watch him having sex? It was bad enough that I was afraid to press play on my DVD player, let alone seeing it up close and personal.

Everything about the man screamed sex. It wasn’t as though I was blind and hadn’t noticed before. Hell, Tommy even told me he wished Trent batted for the other team. Each of Trent’s movements was seductive—maybe it was an occupational hazard, but after talking to him last night, he seemed genuine. Ugh, last night.

The doors slid open, and Trent swung his hand forward. “Ladies first.” I shook my head right before we entered the elevator. If I hadn’t just run for five miles, I would have opted for the stairs.

On my exhale I took a tentative step, pressed the button to our floor, and said a silent prayer it didn’t get stuck again. The way his skin glistened with sweat, and his muscles rippled from exercise, made my lady parts wake up and take notice.

For the first time in my life, I wished for elevator music. Trent hadn’t said much to me since I ran with headphones on, and now that they were dangling around my neck rather than in my ears, all I could hear was his breathing.

What seemed like hours later, we arrived on our floor. Tommy stood in the hallway, just outside our apartment door with the key perched in the deadbolt. “Well, hello there.” He drawled in a deeper voice than normal unlocking the door for me that he had just locked. “It’s good to see you, Mr. Hudson... I mean, Baker.” His eyes narrowed studying Trent’s arm and aimed his index finger at it. “Didn’t you used to have a tattoo?”

Trent glanced down as if he didn’t know what Tommy was talking about. “No, I’ve never had one. Why?”

“I thought you ...” His voice trailed off until he was silent.

No. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. Tommy looked at me with mischief in his eyes. Shit. He did.

When Trent’s eyes met mine then swung to Tommy, realization dawned. “Oh. That was applied specifically for that shoot. Did you enjoy the movie?”

Tommy’s lips twisted into a grin. “Very much so. Your costar I could have done without.” My darling roommate offered a quick goodbye, said he would be out all day, and rushed toward the elevators like he was barefoot and the carpet was made of glass.

On that note... “I need to shower.” I hastily turned to escape into my apartment. “Have a good day.”

“Watch it with me.” Trent’s deep, sultry voice derailed my quick getaway. Hell if I knew why every cell in my body suddenly sparked to life. “You’ll be better prepared come Monday. Unless you’d like to see me naked now?”

If the man could affect me as he did by just speaking, by just insinuating of what I’d witness come Monday, then there was no way I could encourage my libido by entertaining his request. “I don’t think I’ll be coming to the studio.”

“But I need to... come that is.” My eyes cut down to his hand as he shamelessly adjusted himself. “See? It never fails whenever I’m near you. Please, just give it a shot. With me sitting in the same room, you’ll see it isn’t real. Picture sitting next to Henry Cavill.”

I cocked a brow. “Huh?”

“What I mean is, do you think he’s going to put on his Superman costume and fly off to save someone? It’s all pretend, Molly.” When I didn’t argue his point, he added, “So, what time should I bring the popcorn over?”

***

This was certifiably insane. It didn’t matter that we were sitting on opposite ends of my sofa, the fact was, as soon as I lowered my finger and pressed the arrow on my remote, I’d be watching Trent having sex.

“It works better if you press play.” His smile, accented by the faint lines around the corners of his eyes, did little to calm me.

“Give me a minute.”

“Take all the time you need.” Trent took a long pull of his beer as I swallowed half a glass of wine in one gulp. “Better?”

No. Not even close. Fine, I’d rip off the bandage. One little click and the screen came to life. Trent shifted calmly bringing his right ankle to rest on his left knee. Meanwhile, I felt as though I just did one thousand jumping jacks. If I could hear my heart slamming against my ribcage, could he?

Trent appeared on screen, standing in a steam room wearing a white towel around his waist. Holy shit, the outline of his package was visible as clear as day. He had those muscles on his hips, the ones that acted like an arrow pointing right to how well endowed he seemed to be. I’d only seen them on models in magazines. Then again, the man sitting next to me could have been on those pages.

The appearance of his name scrolling along with others in a small font forced me to hit pause. “Why Hudson?”

“When I was a waiter, I was told on more than one occasion that I looked like Rock Hudson. My grandmother would watch his movies, plus he’s an icon in the actor world.” He pulled his phone from his back pocket, tapped something on the screen and flipped it around to show me. “This is him.”

“Hmm... you’re better looking. But, I can see a slight resemblance.” My eyes widened at my admission. Palm meet face... face meet palm. “You know what I mean.”

He nodded once before I pressed play. There wasn’t any tacky porn music. He wasn’t kidding when he said this was raw footage. A woman walked through an open door wearing nothing. She was a stunning and very well-endowed blonde with perfect breasts, stomach muscles, and super long legs. In stilettos, she practically stood eye to eye with him.

Steam enveloped them almost creating a curtain of sorts... a curtain I wished would get the hell out of the way. They exchanged a look, a smile, and then... holy shit. Goodbye towel, hello Mr. Hudson.

If I had any function of my motor skills, I would have slammed my hand over my eyes, but at this point, I wasn’t even sure I could blink.

They kissed. She moaned. He cupped her breasts and mine felt it. The heavy kissing, petting, moaning, and grinding went on and on. And during, electric tingles filtered across my entire body from my toes to the roots of my hair. The director called, “Cut,” off camera and Trent slid on a condom. “Action” was then announced, and by the time Trent finally laid her down on the bench I tried my hardest to hide my squirming.

It was easier said than done. Watching him do his thing turned me on more than I was prepared for it too. Trent had one of the biggest dicks I had ever seen in my life. My core throbbed in anticipation, my nipples hardened watching his fingers tweak hers. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more of the foreplay, the way he stared into his costars eyes as his thumb circled her clit and his fingers stroked her intimately send a shudder to rumble from my crotch and down my thighs.

I came... I just came while watching the man currently sitting in my apartment finger fuck another woman on camera.

As I struggled with my own internal embarrassment, in one fell swoop he entered her on a deep throaty groan. His tight ass flexed with each thrust and roll of his hips, and I could feel it in my core. Her nails raked up his back leaving narrow red streaks, and I imagined my own fingers running up his smooth skin.

All of a sudden he snatched the remote and the picture paused, right when she was panting and moaning incoherently, clearly on the way to orgasmic bliss. With it, my own libido came to a screeching halt.

“See the camera and the boom operator?” Trent stood and pointed to the two people on the screen. I hadn’t even noticed them before.

“Yes.” My voice sounded raw even to my own ears. I cleared my throat and added, “I see them now that you pointed them out to me.”

He grinned. “Like I said, come Monday it will be similar to this, less the steam. During, you can expect the director to yell cut, as he rearranges us. Or you might even see an interruption because makeup needs to be touched up, all choreographed like a regular movie... except for the...” His large hand waved toward the paused image. “You know, sex.”

“I’m sorry.” I shook my head adamantly. “I just don’t think I can do this.”

“Why? Did you get turned on? Did you like watching me fuck her?”

“No!” I scoffed.

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“Monday. Prove it on Monday. If this didn’t affect you at all, it shouldn’t be a problem with you standing there.” He just threw down a threat that was impossible to meet. If I did go, what kind of person did that make me? If I didn’t, he would know I couldn’t handle it impartially. “Please, we’re neighbors, we should help each other out.” At my widened eyes, he grinned and shrugged. “It’s all I got.” The way he could morph from hot, sexy porn star to an adorable, charmer had danger written all over it. He was just the kind of guy I could fall for... except for his profession.

“Are you insane? If you’d like to borrow a cup of sugar or an egg, have at it, but this...” I pointed a shaky finger at the TV. “Has nothing to do with being neighborly.”

“Okay, I understand. It was worth a shot.” He stood, walked over to my BluRay player and ejected the disc, coming back to stand beside me where I remained on the couch. “See you around, Molly Higgins. Thanks for the beer.” With that boyish grin, he leaned down and placed a kiss on my cheek before leaving my apartment.

The door clicked shut, and I sat for far too long staring at a blackened TV screen, yet still seeing his naked body as clear as day. And while picturing every thrust, stroke, and kiss, irrational anger filled me over the fact he took the DVD with him.

Chapter 4

Molly

The rest of my Saturday was spent cleaning my apartment... not because it was dirty, but because I feared running into Trent if I left it.

Tommy came home somewhere around ten. He stopped a few steps in, took an exaggerated breath, and smiled. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“Nothing.” I stared at the TV, pulling my chenille throw further up my body. If there was one thing I hated doing, it was cleaning. The man was on to me with just one whiff of the lemon-scented air. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Undeterred, he plopped himself beside me and waggled a finger. “You only clean when something is bothering you. So, spill.”

The silky fringe on the end of the blanket twisted into dreadlocks between my fingers. “Do you know what a fluffer is?”

His square jaw slackened. “Girl, did you say, fluffer?” I blinked twice. “Of course I do. Why, don’t you?” I nodded. “Wait... why are you asking?”

Morphing into an auctioneer, I said, “Trent wants me to be his fluffer.” Tommy’s eyes widened digesting what I just said. Going once... going twice...

“You get to touch that hot piece of man meat?” And... sold.

“God, no. He just wants me to watch.” Those words sounded just as ridiculous now as they had when Trent said them.

“We need drinks for this.” Tommy sprung up, grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured two healthy glasses before sitting back down next to me. “Go on.”

After my hurried explanation, leaving out the details of the movie I watched with Trent, I knew there was no way I could go through with this. But, the money. God, that money would get me out from under the thumbs of my parents. I made a decent living, but having Tommy as a roommate, and my mom and dad’s generosity, helped afford my plush living arrangements.

“It’s insane, right?”

“Fuck, no. It’s hot.” He set his glass down, pulled my feet onto his lap and started rubbing them. “Honey, I know you’re the prudiest of prudes, but even you can acknowledge how amazing this is. If I understand correctly, you go to the studio, he looks at you, he gets hard...” Tommy’s leg started bouncing. “You watch him have sex, get paid, and leave. I’m failing to see how this is a bad idea. I’d do it in a heartbeat. Unless... you’re attracted to him.”

I pulled my feet off his legs and curled them under my ass. “I’m not attracted to him,” I denied and failed miserably at sounding convincing. “That’s not the point. It’s just... watching someone have sex... someone I barely know.”

“Damn, I wish that man was gay. Want my opinion?” Without waiting for my reply, he continued, “Do it. Why the hell not? Close your eyes if you don’t want to watch. I’d go with you if I didn’t need to work. Take the day off, step out of your comfort zone, and do it. You’re not the one being filmed. But when you get home, I want full details.”

***

My Civic sat idle in front of the gates to Sexland Productions. Tommy’s voice from his pep talk replayed in my head. Taking his advice, I planned on wearing earbuds and listen to music with closed eyes, while reminding myself the money was the only reason for agreeing to such insanity.

Once the guard checked my name on his list, the gates swung open. A loud horn behind me forced my foot to tap my accelerator. Shit. Before I knew it, I was parked in the visitor’s lot and out of my car.

Trent’s name held pride of place on a reserved parking spot. Sun reflected off his pristine black BMW. Voices came up behind me. When I glanced over my shoulder, three gorgeous women in dresses that could have doubled as lingerie walked toward the studio’s entrance.

One of them looked me over with a look of confusion. I could relate since that was all I felt. No, that wasn’t true. I also felt completely out of place. My dark denim jeans, a rock concert T-shirt, and my Chucks didn’t exactly scream “fluffer.” Shit, this was a mistake of epic proportions.

“Molly?” My thundering pulse practically drowned out Trent’s voice.

God, he was gorgeous with his short dark perfectly styled hair and not to mention, those brilliant green eyes that looked more pronounced than normal as he stared at me. He looked so relaxed and laid back in his basketball shorts and a T-shirt. Meanwhile, I was already throbbing with need at the sight of him, and I was still in the parking lot. How the hell was I going to handle what would soon happen inside that studio?

“I can’t do this.”

He lunged toward me and gripped my arm. “Just come in and see the set. You’ll see it’s all just pretend. Please, the director already told me today was my last shot. The crew has other obligations. If I can’t perform, then I’ll be in breach of contract. I know you don’t owe me anything, but if you could please do this for me, I’ll owe you.”

The turmoil in his eyes would have a nun agreeing. “Fine, but do I need to watch? I mean, once you’re... you know, why do I need to be there?”

“You don’t. If it’s too much to handle, feel free to look away at any time once Raven and I start having sex. You can walk around after the first scene, but don’t leave the set because we have two scenes to shoot today.”

“Okay, fine,” I conceded just wanting to get it over with. A few hours of my life, and then I could put this behind me.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Don’t make me reconsider.” If I could’ve dragged my ass any slower, I’d be moving backward.

A devious smirk spread as Trent took my hand in his and let me toward the building. “By the way, you’re my girlfriend.” His body jolted when I stopped moving.

“What? Why?”

“It’s the only way to get you on set without having the proper clearance.”

The space resembled what I imagined a sitcom studio would look like. Really, it was just one big warehouse holding different sets that ranged from a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and even a mock bathroom.

Who knew so much went into making a porno? I wouldn’t go as far as saying I was impressed with the operation, more so surprised by the professionalism displayed so far. I wasn’t sure what I expected. Yes, you could hear the moans and groans filtering through the air. And yes, there were plenty of scantily dressed men and women milling around either waiting to be filmed or having just been filmed. But for the most part, except for the sex happening it felt like we could be at any big-budget Hollywood studio making a movie.

The deeper we walked into the monstrous space, the more activity there seemed to be. Trent pointed to the “Quiet on Set” sign flashing on the wall before we paused in front of a classroom set up complete with a naughty teacher slowly removing her clothes before a dozen or so college-aged male students all eagerly watching. On the chalkboard were the words, Sex Education 101. The teacher asked for one volunteer, prompting every one of their arms to shoot up in the air, only for her to end up picking three of them.

While my eyes were transfixed on the hot scene that unfolded a few feet away, I could feel Trent’s eyes on me. Because of it, every cell below my belly button tingled traitorously.

Just as the guys began removing the teacher’s clothing, Trent resumed walking, and I tried not to harp on the disappointment I felt over not watching the rest of that scene. He led us down a long narrow hallway, his fingers tightening around mine when a muscular handsome man approached from the opposite direction.

His gaze cut to my face. “On second thought, don’t wander on your own. Just stay close to me, and you’ll be fine,” he said, squeezing my hand before turning toward the man. “Jett.”

“Trent,” the Adonis responded with a nod. “And who’s this pretty little thing,” he added, leering over my body like I was going to be his lunch.

“This is Molly, my girlfriend.”

Jett’s one eyebrow lifted in a sinister expression. “Girlfriend? Since when? Weren’t you just fucking Suzi a few days ago?”

“I have to be on set,” Trent responded, ignoring his question. He dragged me away from Jett calling over his shoulder, “Break a leg...” And then much lower where only I could hear him, he mumbled, “You prick.”

“Who’s that?”

“Jett Stream.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous name. “Jett Stream?”

Trent’s irritation dissipated and a stunning smile spread over his lips. “Welcome to my world.”

The moment we turned the corner, if I didn’t know better I would’ve thought we were at a romantic campsite. My mouth hung open in awe at how real the setting seemed. The moonlit night, the sound of a babbling brook and crickets chirping in the distance, along with lush greenery and thick tree trunks tricked my logic into believing we were truly outdoors on a warm summer night.

“Wow. Are the sets always this detailed?”

“No. The lower budget films stick to the sets we passed on the way in. The higher the budget, the more elaborate the set. Most of this film will be shot at a log cabin in Yosemite, but we don’t secure that location until next week. Some of the scenes will be filmed here, so we don’t waste production time.”

It all sounded so... Hollywood, for lack of a better word. “So this isn’t just for a porno to be seen on the internet?”

Trent chuckled with a shake of his head. “No. This is a movie for DVD distribution and premium cable pay channels. It has a plot, a storyline, and it just so happens to show the sex instead of fading to black.”

“Oh.”

Trent greeted the men scattered around the large space never releasing his hold on my hand. No one asked who I was, or offered introductions, including Trent.

“Is Raven here?”

“She’s in makeup,” the man adjusting a metal stand holding a microphone said without looking away from his task. “We’re rolling in ten.”

It was only then Trent finally released my hand. He pulled a chair from the corner, waving his hand at it. “You can sit here for now. I need to get to wardrobe and change.”

“Okay.” I plopped my ass down. I wasn’t sure if it was adrenaline, horniness, or anxiety that had me feeling winded and antsy. Or why I pushed my thighs together as intense pulsing took hold of my crotch.

Chapter 5

Trent

Christ, just having her at my workplace had me cocked and ready to go... literally. I couldn’t help but feel she’d be running at any moment. As soon as I changed into my costume which consisted of tight jeans, work boots, and an unbuttoned red and black plaid flannel shirt, I made my way back onto the set.

Jerry, the director of the film, walked beside me. As soon as his eyes landed on Molly, he turned his gaze toward me. “Is that your fluffer?”

“Yeah. Her name is Molly.”

“Hmm... never heard of her or have seen her before. Is she any good?”

“Good at what?” Molly asked. Her eyes were as wide as plates as we approached her.

Ignoring his question, I said, “Molly, this is our director, Jerry. Jerry, this is Molly.”

Jerry cupped his chin and raked his eyes over her from head-to-toe. “Are you a stand-in as well or simply prep?”

Molly’s cute nose crinkled. “Stand-in? I have no idea what you mean?”

“What I mean sweetheart is are you here to just get him hard on the sidelines or do you plan on being on your back... under him? If need be.”

Oh shit. In slow motion, I watched Molly’s mouth gape open in shock. Before she turned to bolt out of the building, I answered for her. “Prep. That’s all she’ll be needed for.”

“Fine,” Jerry stated a matter-of-factly. “Then let’s get rolling... Raven!” he barked, and Molly jumped a foot in the air. “Where the hell is she?”

Jerry hustled off the set giving me the opportunity to say, “You’re here to do just what I asked you to. Watch me have sex. That’s all I need. Okay?” On her slow nod, I threw her a wink and a reassuring smile.

The commotion behind us could only mean hotshot Raven entered the room. She hadn’t taken two steps in when her eyes found Molly and a sneer spread over her face. “Who the fuck is she?”

“She’s with me. No one for you to worry about.”

A sinister laugh tumbled out of her. “She... is what you need to get it up?”

If Molly’s jaw remained slack, she was going to get hired on the spot. Rather than respond to my costar, I took Molly’s hands in mine. “Don’t let her get to you.” I leaned forward until my lips brushed the shell of her ear. “She’s just jealous that she couldn’t do it for me. So, relax... and close your mouth.” Molly’s jaw clamped shut on my command, and I shot her another wink.

“Quiet on the set!” Jerry shouted. “Places, everyone.”

I watched Molly work down a swallow. “Just stand in my sightline but out of the camera’s shot.”

Molly glanced around the set. “How will I know where that is? Trent, I’m nervous. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”

I once again took her hands in mine. “See the black tape markings on the floor?”

Her eyes glanced down and to the left then right. “Yes.”

“Stand behind those, and you’ll be fine. The camera is going to be moving, but so will my eyes.” What she didn’t realize was just having her in the room while I fuck another woman would probably be more than enough. Did I want her to watch? Fuck, yeah. And after witnessing her subtle shutter while watching my DVD, there was no doubt in my mind that she wouldn’t be. It took a major effort on my part not to push the envelope and proposition her in a physical way.

I strode over to my mark, Raven did the same, and a few seconds later Jerry yelled, “Action.”

For obvious reasons, there wasn’t much dialogue in this scene. This marked the first time our characters would have sex in the film, so our chemistry needed to set the tone for the viewer. If they didn’t believe in our attraction right off the bat, we’d lose them.

Raven stepped before me, cupped my face, and brought her lips closer to meet mine. My eyes slid shut on contact, but behind them, I could vividly imagine Molly as the one I kissed. With each pass of my tongue over Raven’s, it was Molly’s tongue I felt. My cock swelled without issue... success.

Raven moaned when I pressed against her hips, her hands traveled over my body removing my shirt, unbuttoning my jeans. And all the while, I envisioned the sexy brunette who stood only a few feet away.

“Cut!” Jerry yelled. “There’s a shadow on Trent.” Like a choreographed dance, cameramen shifted, the lighting crew repositioned spotlights, and seconds later Jerry called out, “Action!”

This went on no less than a dozen times during our scene. It took twenty minutes before we were finally naked and horizontal. Thank Christ, I remained hard the entire time. Again, that had never been a problem for me, but for some reason, Raven was kryptonite to my dick. And for some unexplainable reason, having Molly on set luckily repelled Raven’s power.

The last interruption from Jerry allowed for condom application, as that always killed the momentum of a sex scene on film. “Molly, wrap him up.”

“I can handle it,” I said to Jerry. Normally, a fluffer would be the one to apply the condom. To be honest, just the thought of Molly’s fingers rolling on that latex shield had my cock throbbing in need of release.

I quickly glanced at Molly as I rolled it over my length. The look on her face forced me to demand, “Let’s roll, I’m close.”

“You better get this in one take as scripted, Trent. Or you’re going again whether you want to or not.” Fuck. The script called for a full fifteen minutes of fucking in a total of six positions.

That meant, if I came too soon, my fluffer would have to get me hard again. I wasn’t sure my attraction to Molly would be enough to get me ready under those circumstances. It was one thing to be hard, but another to be prepped enough to go again minutes later without some form of contact.

In hindsight, I probably should have warned her that the possibility of actual touching could happen. Then again, if I had she probably wouldn’t have been there to begin with.

With a bored expression, Raven lay on the sleeping bag, completely naked and spread eagle. My cock pointed straight for her pussy as I knelt between her legs. I was so ready to come, I feared the minute I plunged into her it would be over. I seriously needed to focus by using all my energy to stop the inevitable.

And then, I made the mistake of glancing at Molly. Her wide-eyed expression didn’t hold fear or even disgust. She was turned on. I could tell by the flush on her cheeks and the way she licked her lips. I could tell by the outline of two pebbled nipples under her thin cotton T-shirt. I could tell by the way her breasts rose and fell with each shaky breath she took.

“Action!” On Jerry’s call, I slid into Raven, managed a few long deep thrusts, and came seconds later.

Fuck. What the hell was happening to me?

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Raven asked, with acid dripping on every word.

“Cut!” Jerry stormed over in a fury. “Goddamnit, Hudson! Your fluffer has ten minutes, or I’m kicking both your asses out.”

Molly

Did he just say I had ten minutes? What the hell have I gotten myself into? On one hand, I’d never been so aroused in my entire life. I could only imagine how I would feel if it were my lips Trent kissed, my hips he gripped as he slid inside me. Yet, my brain wouldn’t stop screaming how wrong the whole thing was.

Damn Tommy for talking me into this. Damn Trent for asking. I needed to get the hell out of there. As the director continued to bark orders at everyone around him, I glanced toward the door planning to slip out. I could be halfway to the parking lot before they even noticed I was gone.

Unfortunately, I hesitated long enough for Trent to be beside me in two long strides. “Don’t Molly,” Trent said, gripping my upper arm like he knew my thoughts.

“You lied. You said all I had to do was sit here.” My eyes shifted down to his large cock as it hung between his legs. “Can you put clothes on?”

“I can’t. I only have ten minutes before we roll again. Look, I’m sorry. I have no idea what’s happening, but I do know there’s something about you that helps me.” He looked down, and like a magic trick, he had already hardened in a few seconds. “Makeout with me.”

Even though his command caused a surge of heat to settle in my belly, I twisted from his grip and through clenched teeth whispered, “What? Are you insane?” I wasn’t a prude by any means... no matter what Tommy said. I had my needs, and I liked to consider myself a sexual woman. But I did have my boundaries... ones that had been tested since the moment I officially met Trent Hudson.

“I’m not asking you to give me a handjob or to even touch me below the waist. Just kiss me. I know that will get me where I need to be.” At my hesitancy, he dipped his head until his lips met my ear. “I’m a really good kisser,” he said before placing a long open-mouthed kiss on my neck sucking the tender spot that sent shivers down my spine. He then brought his face nose-to-nose with mine, waited a pause, and gave me a panty-wetting smile. “Yes?”

On its own accord, my head bobbed in silent agreement. There was no delay when Trent wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me flush against his naked body, and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss began slow and methodical but became a torrent of heat and passion that stole my breath and weakened my knees.

One hand molded on my ass, the other gripped my thigh where he hitched my leg around his hip aligning his hardness between my legs. Like a switch that has been flipped, having this sexy as fuck porn star naked against me unleashed my inner slut. The arousal that had been building within me all damn day needed to be released. I felt it everywhere. And at that moment I wondered if I was needed to touch him in other ways, could I still refuse? Hell, if he needed me to fuck him on that sleeping bag, and begged me to, I may have even agreed to that.

“Told you so,” he teased against my lips forcing my eyes to fly open.

Leaving me speechless, he was first to pull away sporting a smug grin, and when he did applause erupted on set. My daze was so heavy, I failed to realize it was us they were clapping for.

“Damn, kids. You sure she isn’t a professional?” Jerry’s eyes cut to Raven, who stood glaring at us with hands on hips. “Maybe I should have the script rewritten into a threesome love triangle? The viewers would eat that shit up.”

Reality quickly set in, and I could feel the blood blazing red in my cheeks. Jerry had to be joking because there was no way on God’s green Earth that I would even remotely consider such a thing... right?

Shit, what the hell was he doing to me?

When Trent looked down at me, his smug smile quickly turned into a devious one. “Not into a threesome with her...” he whispered with a flick of his head toward Raven. “But if we were anywhere else right now, I would have a hard time stopping myself from fucking you.”

And I’d have a hard time saying no.

Chapter 6

Molly

Trent and Raven finished the scene without further issue, and I needed a cold shower. Actually, what I really needed was to get home and masturbate.

Dressed in only a robe and flip-flops, Trent walked me out to the lot. The silence between us meant we were both caught up in our own thoughts. I had no idea what was on his mind, but I couldn’t stop remembering his lips on mine, his hands on my body, and wondering what it would feel like with his dick inside me.

When we reached my car, he suddenly pulled me into his arms. “You have no idea how much I appreciate your help, Molly. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said quietly. Little did he know my insides were coiled so tight they were ready to unfurl a tidal wave of pent-up sexual desire at any moment.

He searched my expression with a frown. “I know it’s a lot to digest. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I agree with what you said, and it is all fake and make-believe.” I looked down at my feet with a shrug. “But there still that little voice within me nagging that it’s wrong. All of this, all that is happening inside that warehouse is so wrong.” When I brought my gaze back up to his face, I could see the hurt in his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was from my words or because of their truth.

As quickly as that vulnerability appeared it vanished. “Well, it is what I do. I’ll come by with the paperwork later this evening for you to sign,” he said in a clipped tone before he turned away.

“What paperwork?” I called after him.

“You’ll need clearance for the rest of the shoot, and then there’s the NDA, and our salary agreement,” he responded as if it were obvious.

“This was a one time deal. You needed my help today, and I did what you wanted.”

He blinked a few times, staring at me like I sprouted antlers. “Just so I’m hearing you correctly, you thought I was paying you seventy-five thousand dollars for an hour of your time?”

“Well, yeah.”

With two long strides, he closed the distance between us. “Molly, you’re here until this film wraps up in three weeks.”

“Three weeks? I have a job.”

“You’re making more in three weeks than you probably do in a year. I suggest you quit or do what you need to in order to earn your paycheck. You might think this is wrong, but quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. Decide if you’re in or out because if you’re out, then I’ll find someone who isn’t a closet nun to work with me. You aren’t the only hot chick in LA, sweetheart. I expect your answer later today.” Before I could respond, he stormed away leaving me to watch his retreat in shock.

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Fury rolled through my veins the entire drive back to my apartment. As soon as I closed the door, Tommy sprung off the couch.

“I’ve been dying for you to get home,” he said with pure excitement. “Since the man is a walking billboard for sex fully dressed, I wasn’t surprised to see how hot he was on that DVD. But up close and personal, he must be fucking spectacular.” Tommy grabbed my hand barely giving me time to set my purse on the table before tugging me to the sofa. “He’s huge, right? Does the camera add even more inches or is he really that big?”

Giving into Tommy’s inquisition, I spouted out the answers as if my tongue were on fire. “Yes, he’s huge, and no, the camera didn’t add anything.” Every fine inch of him was real. “He’s a very nice looking man.”

“Nice? Sweetheart, that isn’t nice that’s perfection. Go on... details.”

“For most of the time, I just stood there. But then, he came too soon...” Tommy began fanning himself with a dreamy look in his eyes and I rolled mine.

“So then what?”

“The director gave him ten minutes to get hard again. Trent asked me to kiss him.” Just thinking of Trent’s lips on mine reminded me I needed to go to my bedroom and grab my favorite pink vibrator out of my nightstand to work through my frustrations. “I don’t know why I agreed to it, but I did. And the next thing I knew, he was naked and pressing against me as we made out.”

“Holy shit... and?”

“And it was incredible, but he’s an ass. You can’t even imagine what I witnessed today.”

“Believe me, that’s all I’ve been imagining. I don’t know how your pussy didn’t wake the fuck up and want to jump his bones. My cock is hard just thinking of how hot it would be to watch Trent fuck in real life... the only thing hotter would be if he fucked a man.”

Tommy was right, it was hot as fuck... and my panties were wet with desire. Thankfully, I had jeans on and not a skirt, or the evidence would have been trickling down my legs.

“So, what happens next?”

“He wants me to sign a three-week contract! When I told him I had a job, he told me to quit. Granted, the money is amazing but quit? What nerve!”

“Molls, you can take three weeks off. It’s not like you’re saving lives or curing cancer, you’re an assistant. You’ve been at that school for years, there’s no way you don’t have the time to take.”

“Yeah, an assistant to the vice principal of the school. If word got out my vacation was spent on the set of a porno, I’ll be fired on the spot. It’s the middle of the school year. And the only way I could take that much time off without proper notice is if there was an emergency.”

“Tell them your aunt Ruth who lives in Vermont is sick,” Tommy suggested with a shrug.

“I don’t have an aunt Ruth or family in Vermont.”

“So... they don’t know that.”

It was official, my roommate had lost his mind. I suppose his lie could work, but it still didn’t make me relax. “This is ridiculous.” Just thinking about how smug Trent was annoyed me. “The man is an egomaniac.” Albeit a hot one.

But, I wasn’t ready to admit to Tommy, Trent, or even myself that I would be fantasizing about what I witnessed. What really shocked me was the fact that Raven was gorgeous. She was every man’s wet dream, yet she couldn’t get Trent excited enough, but I could? That right there gave me a twinge of satisfaction. Until Trent said I could be replaced, and that just pissed me off even more.

“Do you know he said I could be replaced?”

Tommy just shrugged. “I suppose there are other women who would love to stroke his cock. Hell, they’d probably get down on their knees and...”

Before Tommy could finish that thought, there was a pounding sound that caused my door to rattle. “It’s Trent. Open up.”

“I’ll get it,” Tommy said adjusting his pants as he walked toward the door. As soon as he pulled it open, Trent walked in and straight toward me holding paperwork I assumed was that damned contract.

“Will you sign it?”

“I’ve been home all of fifteen minutes. I need to think about this.”

I glanced at my roommate whose eyes were bouncing between Trent and me. “I think I’ll let you two talk... or whatever. Catch you later, Molls.” He looked at Trent. “Are you sure you don’t want to try batting for the other team? I can take a few weeks off.”

“As tempting as that sounds, no thank you.” Unfazed, Tommy walked out with a shrug closing the door behind him.

Trent and I glared at each other. He must have showered because his cologne or whatever he was wearing assaulted my senses and his dark hair was damp causing the ends at the nape of his neck to have a slight curl. “Are you in or out?” he asked, lifting the paperwork as he did.

“I need more time.”

“No, you don’t have more time.” Desire mixed with lust filled the depths of Trent’s eyes. I knew he was an actor, but the way he was breathing and staring at me, I didn’t think he was playing a part.

“You expect me to go to the studio for three weeks?”

“No, not just the studio. I told you, most of the movie is going to be shot at Yosemite. You’ll be going there with me.”

I shook my head trying to rid the notion of going away with him. “You’re insane.”

“Guilty.”

“Where do you get off expecting any more than what I stupidly partook in today?” I seethed with pure contempt. Mortification of what I had let him talk me into, mixed with that damn desire, seemed to be taking a life of its own.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re angry.” He tossed the contract onto my table and took a step toward me leaving not an inch of space between us. “I bet you’re wet, Molly.” His lips grazed mine, and I wanted to slap him because he was right.

Before I knew what happened, he speared his fingers in my hair and crashed our mouths together. In one swift movement, he turned me into a puddle of wanton need. All thoughts of why I shouldn’t be kissing him flew from my mind. I put my hands on his chest and rather than push him away, I fisted the soft cotton of his shirt drawing us closer together if that was even possible.

“Fuck,” Trent growled breaking the kiss. He lifted the hem of my T-shirt up and over my head before casting it aside. His tongue licked the swell of my breasts while his thumb brushed over my hardened nipples. “Say no, Molly, or I’m fucking you right now.”

Like I could say no even if I wanted to. Five minutes ago I was ready to rely on my vibrator for relief, which I was sure would be a very poor substitute for Trent’s cock.

Trent took my silence as a yes. He picked me up, and my jean-clad legs wrapped snugly around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom. Dropping me on my bed, he began removing my jeans and slid his hand into my panties. My gasp caused him to pause with a wicked smile. “Soaked, just like I predicted. Go ahead and deny you don’t want me to get you off like I know you need me to. Tell me, Molly. Do you want to come like you never have before?”

“You’re awfully confident. Trust me, I can give myself my own orgasm, I don’t need you.”

“Oh yeah? You prefer your own fingers or do you have toys stashed in here? Want me to fuck you with those. Generally, I don’t use props, but if that’s what you’re into...”

My eyes flicked to my nightstand. A snide smirk grew across his face, and before I knew it, the familiar humming sound came to life. He stood in front of me to swiftly remove my panties while staring into my eyes. On instinct, I pressed my thighs together blocking his line of sight to my pussy. “Spread your legs.”

Just like the actors in the movie, I listened to direction... why, I had no idea. Actually, I knew exactly why I obeyed. One thing Trent was right about—I needed to get off. I also knew, like his first attempt today on set, it wouldn’t take much for me to explode.

My feet were planted on the edge of the mattress, and Trent knelt on the floor in front of me. He licked my pussy and moaned. “Fuck, you taste better than I imagined.” Taking my vibrator, he pressed it against my clit. My hips bucked at the sensation. Trent’s finger grazed my pulsing entrance before thrusting it inside of me. He slid it in and out mimicking fucking while pressing my toy harder against me. Suddenly, he tossed it aside and instead dragged his tongue over me from bottom to top. Holy hell, I wasn’t going to last. The way he drew my clit into his mouth and sucked sent a torrent of ecstasy through every cell of my body.

I practically cried when he stopped to say, “Tomorrow when you’re watching me fuck that bitch, I want you remembering how I ate your pussy like it was my favorite meal because right now, that’s exactly what it is.” His mouth then returned to my throbbing clit, pulling on it while masterfully flicking his tongue.

When I released a long tormented moan that rumbled through me, he stopped. Trent’s eyes met mine, and he inserted another finger and then another until he was three deep and my walls were surrounding them.

“Are you going to sign?”

Was he kidding asking me that right now? “I... don’t... know...” came out in staccato breaths. My hips rode his fingers. I was so close, my insides were just about to let loose when Trent pulled his fingers out of me. “What are you doing?”

“Handling this the way I know you want me to.” Like the professional that he was, he removed every stitch of clothing he wore, socks and shoes included. It wasn’t like it was the first time seeing his erection, but it was the first time it was aimed at me. He rolled on a condom that I didn’t even see him take out of his pocket. “I want to fuck you so badly, Molly. Let me fuck you.”

Tiny beads of sweat had formed along my neck. Needing to come more than needing to breathe, I dropped my knees to the side and nodded. In one fell swoop, he entered me on a groan. Holy shit. For the first time ever during sex, I kept my eyes open and trained on the man inside of me. Trent’s biceps flexed, his abs contracted with each roll of his hips. He lowered his body without missing a beat and kissed me. I should have wondered how many women had experienced him, but that was the last thing I wanted to know.

“Goddamn, you feel fucking fantastic. So fucking tight. You’re like a vise on my cock, and I love it.” My hands gripped the taut globes of his ass, pulling him closer, deeper until I felt my body unravel. “That’s right, baby. Let it go. You know you want to.”

He was right, I did. The scream that accompanied my release was new to my ears. I felt my pussy pulse against his hardened shaft milking every ounce from him. At that point I wanted it all; the porn star, my hot as fuck neighbor, and the man I might be spending the next few weeks with... because who was I kidding? I’d agree to anything at that moment.

Trent straightened his arms lifting his body over mine. We were still connected, our hips pressed together, and our eyes locked. If my body wasn’t wound like a top, this never would have happened. And now that my orgasm was over, there I laid with his dick lodged inside of me allowing myself to wonder about the other women who had been in that exact same position... literally.

What did I just do?

Chapter 7

Trent

“Is that question rhetorical?” My cock didn’t think so since it got harder at the sound of her voice. “I’d be more than happy to fuck you again to clear up any confusion,” I admitted, emphasizing my point with a solid thrust of my hips.

Her hands came in between us to push against my chest. “Ugh... I can’t believe I said that out loud. And you need to get over yourself. It wasn’t that spectacular.”

“Liar.” Not ready to leave the warmth of her pussy, I lowered myself onto my elbows and began nipping at her neck to then savor her flesh with my tongue. “Based on the saltiness I taste on your skin...” As I grabbed the back of her knee and hitched her leg around my hip, Molly’s breasts heaved beneath the lacey fabric with each breath she took eliminating the space between us. “And based on the way your pussy is gripping my cock, I’d say you know exactly what you did because your body is saying you want to do it again. Tell me, Molly... do you?”

At my question, her walls clenched around me even tighter. Yet she pathetically attempted to deny what she wanted by saying, “No, it was a mistake the first time.”

“The fuck it was.” Even though my cock whimpered when I pulled out, ignoring it I added, “Suit yourself.” Rising from the bed, I took a moment to look at her pink wet pussy. Fuck. What was it with this woman? Having sex was part of my daily routine, and yet, I couldn’t get enough of her. And now that I knew what she felt like, there was no way this would be a one and done deal.

But instead of enlightening her with that information, I decided since my neighbor responded better to actions than words I’d just keep repeating the dynamics between us that caused the air to crackle—get her angry while turning her on.

With a blasé expression on her face, she lifted to a sitting position while I peeled away the used condom.

I almost laughed out loud when her gaze shifted to my cock as I began pumping it with a tight fist. The more I stroked, the more transfixed her attention became. The act of getting up and bolting from where I had fucked her just moments ago now forgotten. Instead, Molly sat rigidly, so mesmerized by how I pleasured myself, it probably didn’t occur to her she was still exposed to me.

In the way her bent legs allowed for full view had me primed and needy for a repeat. Her reaction to me jerking off caused a deep satisfaction within. She could pretend all she wanted, but her pussy didn’t lie.

“You’re dying to touch yourself, Molly, aren’t you?” My question caught her attention for the briefest moment. Her hand shifted to her thigh, yet she stubbornly refused to move it any further. “Go on. Do it,” I coaxed. “Feel how wet you are. How your juices are dripping from your pussy to that perfect ass of yours. Even your nipples are begging for it. I know you’re trembling from the inside out. I know that’s not from anger or embarrassment... it’s because you’re fighting the urge to fuck me again.”

A deep blush covered her cheeks as she pressed her thighs together denying me from seeing the truth in my words. The muscles on her legs flexed revealing that once again her body was more honest than she could be.

Undeterred, I imagined her kneeling at my feet as I continued to jack off for her viewing pleasure. I continued to imagine her eyes shifting from my cock to my face with each long measured drag of my hand, her breath warm on my skin as she tried to control her breathing. And what caused me to come again, only minutes after I just had, was imagining her opening her mouth to take all I gave her.

My orgasm went on and on, and just as I sucked in a breath at the last pulse Molly’s hand slid where I knew she needed it to be. Her head bowed, creating a curtain camouflaging her expression. A small moan from behind the veil she hid under meant she had come at lightning speed.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I asked, with an all-knowing smirk. The scent of sex—hers, mine, and ours—lingered in the air. Leaning down, her eyes widened when I pecked her lips, picked up the used condom, and walked out of her room to clean myself up.

Only until I was inside the bathroom did I finally release a frustrated breath over what had just happened. Truth be told, the way Molly enjoyed watching me jerk off, she unknowingly worsened my obsession with her.

By the time I came out a few minutes later, she was already dressed and in her kitchen drinking a bottle of water.

“Can you put some clothes on and leave?”

Stepping closer, I caged her in by holding the counter on either side of her body. “Sign the contract, and I’ll be on my merry way.”

“Don’t you get it? I’m not okay going away with a stranger to help him fuck women on camera.”

“You seem to be okay with fucking a stranger, though?”

The moment my words were out of my mouth, a snarl erupted from hers. “Trust me, what we just did will never happen again.”

“So you say, sweetheart. If there’s one thing you need to know about me is I don’t lie... to myself or others.” I brought my naked body flush up against her clothed one. “Look, like I said I can replace you tomorrow, but I’ll be honest, it’s you I want to help me. I have no idea why you drive me crazy.” With a solid press of my cock against her jeans, I added, “You make me harder than fucking steel by just opening that smart mouth of yours whenever you speak. Actually, you don’t even need to speak, just level me with that glare of yours and I’m ready to fuck at the turn of a dime. So much so, I’m willing to pay you a small fortune until this goddamn movie is over. Sign the contract, and after our time is up, you’ll never have to see me again.”

“Do you plan to move out of the building?” she asked with snark.

“No, but if it makes you happy I’ll do my best to avoid you even though we live ten feet apart. I’ll pretend I’m not picturing you as I jerk off on the other side of your wall. I’ll ignore the way my cock turns to stone whenever I see you in one of those tight fitted skirts you wear to work.”

Nose-to-nose, we stared at each other in a silent battle of wills. “Fine. I’ll sign it, but you need to sign an NDA of my own. No one is to know we just did...” Her chin motioned toward the hall before she added, “That. And no one will ever know I did this for you. You’ll take it to your grave.”

A small cocky grin spread when I crossed my chest, the back of my knuckles skimming her breast as I did. “Scout’s honor.” Moving away to allow her to escape me, I watched her snatch up the contract and scribble her name in blue ink.

Right below her signature, she then wrote an addendum for me to initial stating I would never mention this contract or our business relationship with anyone.

I smiled, taking the pen and happily initialing her pathetic clause. “Be ready at nine a.m,” I said, before placing a long hard kiss on her lips.

“Hey...” She pushed me away with both hands. “Just because... we... you know...”

My eyes cut to her bedroom and before she could finish her sentence, I blurted out, “Fucked.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean you get to take liberties with me like we’re a thing.”

I gave her a contemplative nod. “No worries. I’ll be sure to always ask before I’m about to kiss you... or eat your pussy... or make you come so hard you’ll remember I was inside of you each time you take a step.” Instantly, she blushed and as if I knew what ran through her mind, I winked and smirked just before walking out.

“Arrgggh!” I heard through her door, and then a loud thump against it. Assuming that she threw the plastic water bottle that sat on the table beside the contract, I couldn’t help but chuckle. When another exasperated moan on the other side echoed, that meant she heard it.

Molly

Thankfully, my boss easily accepted my lie for the reason I needed a short leave of absence. And because he had, I knew karma would bite my ass in one way or another. It took only a day into my new assignment to realize how the universe sought its revenge... Trent had gotten under my skin... and I hated that he had.

Externally, I tried my damnedest to appear unaffected and even annoyed over my predicament. However, on the inside, I was a mess of anger, sexual frustration, raging hormones, and most of all panic. There I was after only a few days on the job, so to speak, and I couldn’t shake the memory of our time together from my mind.

How stupid was I to assume I could handle this insane assignment, or worse yet have him fuck me and not have it consume every thought in my head? What truly bugged me was it didn’t matter whether we were together or not, all I thought about was Trent. Watching him kiss Raven, hold Raven, or even fuck Raven unleashed irrational jealousy I didn’t know what to do with. Being apart released an overwhelming need that ached deep in my core.

Seriously, what the hell? Did he slip me some kind love potion that caused instant addiction? Sitting beside him for hours on this torturous drive was testing my sanity and patience. Between his random teasing comments and singing along with the radio was a pure contradiction to the porn persona he played on film.

This Trent was still the same man who needed me to get him hard while he worked, yet there was something so endearing about him. On more than one occasion I had to literally tell myself not to reach over and affectionately touch him in response to something he said or the way he’d look at me.

How in the world was I going to spend an extended period of time with this gorgeous man and not find myself falling for him? Because you’re going to be watching him fuck another woman, my inner voice chastised.

Trent pulled into the semi-circular driveway in front of a rustic looking hotel tucked in the middle of a forest. It made me wonder if my cell would even have a signal. Nature was in full force. The bluest of skies and the greenest of trees were in contrast to the dark wood façade of the cabin-like structure. Rows of colorful marigolds and zinnias painted the flower beds lining the hotel’s pathways.

“Wow, this place is absolutely beautiful. Those flowers are so pretty.” I cut my gaze to his face and admitted, “I can’t believe they’re going to shoot a porno here.”

When Trent’s eyes narrowed, it dawned on me that I once again criticized his occupation... but the man needed to cut me some slack. “What were you expecting, a seedy hotel that rented rooms by the hour?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t know what I thought, but this wasn’t it.” The more I studied the building, the more excited I became. I immediately imagined myself soaking in a bubble-filled clawfoot tub sipping wine while getting lost in a book. “Do they have a spa? I could use a massage.” Maybe there would be time to get one, I thought to myself.

“You’re here on business, remember? But, a massage can definitely be in your future. I’ve been told I give great rubdowns,” he said with a sly grin. Before I could reply, Trent got out of the car, handed the keys to the valet, and came around to open my door. The man was charming, considerate, and chivalrous—all the things that I looked for in a boyfriend. Boyfriend? I thought with a firm shake of my head. If I didn’t keep my thoughts straight, this had disaster written all over it.

Once inside, I took in the ambiance of the lobby; chandeliers hung from the wooden beams, marble floors gleamed, and paintings of nature hung prominently on the walls. Although the lobby was crowded there was a sophistication that didn’t mesh with adult film industry.

Trent walked up to the front desk and gave the woman who appreciated his looks a wink. “Checking in?” she asked blushing.

“Yes. Trent Hudson.”

“And Molly Higgins.” Trent shot me a look. “What?”

The woman punched the keys like rapid fire. “Mr. Hudson, you’re in the Carlisle Suite.” She handed him a plastic key card. “Ms. Higgins, I don’t see a reservation in your name.”

“That’s okay, a regular room will be just fine.” Even though I was there on the production company’s dime, I didn’t need anything extravagant. Maybe Trent would let me use his tub if my room didn’t have one.

“I’m sorry, but the hotel is sold out.”

Before I could utter a word, Trent blurted, “I’ll need two keys, please.” Upon hearing his request, my jaw slackened.

The woman nodded, rattled off the room number to the bellhop. He whisked away our luggage without so much as a question while my head spun with dozens. “Wait a minute. Are there two beds in that room?”

Trent ignored the one question that made it out of my mouth, snatched my hand, and high-tailed it across the lobby with me in tow.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, I elbowed Trent in the ribs. “I’m not sharing a room with you.”

He glanced back to the bellhop before looking down at me. “Maybe they have a tent you can borrow. I’m sure the bears and wildlife won’t mind sharing their space with you.”

The man behind us chuckled, and I silenced him with a death glare. “I can’t believe this.”

“Or you can share with Raven if you don’t trust yourself with me.”

“I trust myself just fine, thank you very much. It’s you I don’t trust.”

When we reached the top floor, we exited the elevator. My irritation grew with each step, and more so when Trent swung the door open and said, “Honey, we’re home.” Once again the bellman chuckled. Trent handed him a few bills and clapped his shoulder in some sort of guy code before letting the door close.

Ignoring my rage, he threw himself in the center of the king size bed, laced his fingers behind his head and crossed his ankles. “Wow, this is like sleeping on a cloud.”

I glanced around the spacious room hoping a sofa would magically appear, but the only other furniture there were four stiff armchairs, a desk, and a table. “You did this on purpose?”

“Did what?”

“One room, that’s what. I’m not sleeping with you.”

“That bridge has already been crossed, sweetheart.”

Even though I was thoroughly annoyed, the bed looked extremely inviting, especially after that tense car ride. “Fine but we’re not having sex.”

“Whatever you say,” Trent said with a smirk. He reached back, grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, and yanked it off. His rippled torso was like a beacon for my hands forcing me to tuck them under my armpits as a restraint.

Rather than curl up next to him, I began unpacking and checking out the room. To my delight there was a tub; not a clawfoot tub but a jetted one that would be just as nice. Expecting him to be napping when I exited the bathroom, his eyes were trained on the door waiting for me to reappear.

“I have a production meeting at seven. After I take a quick nap, we can order dinner. You’ll be fine by yourself tonight, right?” He had stripped out of his jeans and was now in black boxer shorts. His long thick length strained against the cotton fabric. On its own volition, my tongue swiped across my lips. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. I can postpone my nap.”

Every fiber of my being wanted to straddle his face to not only shut him up but to relieve the ache growing between my legs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I quipped.

A deep chortle rumbled out of him as he turned over and brought the pillow to his chest. “Suit yourself.”

I didn’t know what to do with myself. Taking a bath now was completely out of the question. No way would I trust him not to infiltrate my serene space, and sitting in one of the stiff chairs reading held no appeal either. Feeling exhausted, and rather than just stand at the foot of the bed fighting the inevitable, I muttered, “Move over.”

With a shit-eating grin on his face, he slid three inches to his left and patted the mattress. The five seconds I hesitated caused him to add, “I don’t bite.”

Releasing a frustrated huff, I took the sliver of space he left me to lay on and either risked falling off the bed or scooch closer than I preferred to be. A large warm hand helped me make my decision when he snaked his arm around my body and pulled me up against his. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

And all I could think was, kill me now. I needed to keep that line clearly drawn in the sand. I wasn’t employed to be his fuck buddy.

Chapter 8

Trent

Stuck between slumber and consciousness, it took a few seconds to realize who my cock was pressed against and whose tit was nestled in my hand. As soon as I inhaled sweet vanilla, it all came back to me... Molly.

The way our bodies were intertwined meant she was still sleeping. I suppressed a chuckle knowing her body knew what she needed more than she did. The grip that she had on my hand as it rested over the zipper of her jeans, the way her nipple pebbled under my other palm, and the pressure her ass created by pushing against my hard cock only solidified the fact that deep down she wanted me in the most carnal way.

Thoughts of going down on her as she sucked my cock caused my mind to begin spinning with possibilities. Unfortunately, my phone alarm chirping nixed that plan. Fuck.

“Mmm...” Molly purred. She shifted in my arms and pressed her delectable ass against my dick. Predicting she’d fly off the bed once she realized where she was and with who, I tightened my hold on her.

“I want you,” I said in a husky whisper. “I need to touch you.” My lips nipped the shell of her ear before kissing the soft spot on her neck.

“You are touching me... and you didn’t ask my permission to do so.” Just like that, she was up and out of bed.

“Suit yourself.”

“You’re so annoying when you say that.”

Undeterred, my hand snaked under my shorts to grip my shaft. It needed her... it wanted to sink deep into her warmth, but if she wasn’t game I’d have to take matters into my own hands... literally. Keeping my eyes tethered to hers and knowing she wasn’t going to comply, I began to rub my dick. This wouldn’t take long, not with the way she watched me all doe-eyed with interest. Unlike the last time where she pretended to be unaffected, this time she didn’t bother masking the lust that swirled within her.

Maybe it was because she had just spent an hour in my arms as her ass cuddled my cock. Or maybe, and with some stroke of fucking luck, my antics started to wear her down. Fuck, I truly didn’t give a shit whatever the reason because I had a feeling her resistance hung by a thread.

The pressure built in the base of my cock, and as she continued to stand there... her chest rose and fell heavily, her dainty hands clenched into fists at her sides, I released without abandon while uttering one single word. “Molly.”

When hot ribbons of cum painted my abs, she sucked in a deep, pained breath. And the only thing that would have made it better was if it was her body receiving my orgasm instead of my own.

Without apology, I cleaned myself up with the T-shirt I had removed earlier. “Thanks for your help... once again,” I said with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom all while feeling her gaze penetrating my back.

In record time, I was showered and sauntered back into the bedroom sporting a towel around my waist. Molly now sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, a deep pink tinge graced the apples of her cheeks.

“Would you like my help now?” I goaded, wondering if she was worked up to the point rational thought wouldn’t find it’s way to her mouth. “You wouldn’t have to move. Just lie back, and I’ll eat your pussy as my meal. Or... if you’d rather fuck, I’m good to go one more time before I need to leave.”

“What?” she responded distractedly until her eyes focused on the evidence of my claim behind the white terry cloth fabric. “Yeah, no thank you,” she then added with a huff and suddenly stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind her.

Needing to tease her, I walked to the door and raised my voice loud enough for her to hear me. “Okay, suit yourself, but, FYI, the handheld showerhead has a pulse setting. Although, we both know it’s my cock you really need. Wouldn’t you rather my mouth on your clit than a stream of pulsing water? I know I rather eat you than food right now, and I’m starving. I’d much prefer spreading your legs and feasting on that sweet pussy until you screamed for me to stop. Remember that, Molly? How much you loved my tongue? How your body reacted when I sucked your clit? How you trembled beneath my touch? How you moaned when I fucked you with my three fingers?”

Surprising me, the door flew open allowing her to come toe-to-toe to where I stood. “You know what?” she hissed through clenched teeth.

I lowered my head to now bring us nose-to-nose. “What?” I antagonized with a smug smirk on my face.

Her expression was filled with rage, making me half expect lasers to shoot from her eyes in the way she glared at me. The complimentary hotel robe hung loosely on her body, exposing a sliver of smooth skin from her breasts to her navel.

Waiting for venom to spew from her mouth, she shocked the shit out of me when her hands fisted my hair and her lips collided with mine. I could tell through our kiss all the pent-up desire and anger had finally bubbled to the surface.

She reached her limit, and this was her losing control... and I fucking loved it.

Molly

I was literally having an out-of-body experience. I no longer recognized the person I had become. Through his words, by watching him pleasure himself, this man had managed to push me to a limit where the only thing that mattered was my release.

The old Molly would have waited until he left and handled the situation without him being the wiser. But the way he reminded me of our first time caused a rush of lust I was unfamiliar with. The uncanny way he could read my thoughts snapped my resolve, causing this tsunami of need to explode and all rational thought to disintegrate.

He was first to break our connection. “Tell me what you want, Molly. I need you to say it out loud.”

“You.” I dipped my fingers into the edge of the towel, grazing the manscaped hair above his dick. One yank later, the towel floated to the floor, and a tiny raise of his brows meant it was the last thing he expected me to do. Going one step further, I dropped to my knees gripping him with two hands before wrapping my lips around his bulbous crown.

Trent’s hips jerked forward. “Molly...” He said my name with such raw carnal emotion that heat began to pool between my legs.

All I wanted was to taste him, drive him as crazy as he did me. The visual of how he stroked himself forced a silent challenge. A need to bring him much better pleasure, to have him obsessing over how my mouth felt covering his cock, just like I obsessed after his mouth was on me. Since then, it’d been all I could think about, and spitefully I wanted to plague him with the same fate.

As my mouth began to devour every hard inch of him, my desire was to bring this man to his knees... and not in the way he was used to. No. I wanted him to realize I wasn’t like the actresses he spent his days with. Nor was I relinquishing control just because his tongue could set my insides aflame.

With each stroke of my tongue, I could feel his resolve begin to slip away. He speared my hair with his fingers attempting to control my movements. Forcing him to submit instead, I gripped his wrists and tugged them away from my head pinning them to his strong thighs. His muscles flexed as I increased my efforts sucking him deeper into my mouth. As soon as his tip hit the back of my throat, a feral groan roared out of him as he said, “I’m gonna come.”

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 nose, 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 frustrations 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.

Glancing around me, I stealthily hid the blossoms as I made my way through the lobby. Dodging one of the lighting guys chatting on his cell phone, I hurriedly pressed the up button calling for the elevator. Maybe giving her the multi-colored flowers would prove that I paid attention to more than just her body. That to me, Molly was special and not a costar or sex-for-hire woman.

When the ding sounded indicating I arrived at our floor, I took a deep breath and gave the flowers a firm shake watching more grains of dirt hit the burgundy and beige printed carpet.

I slid the keycard out of my back pocket, waited for the click, and walked in. The curtains were drawn, and the only light in the room was the small lamp next to the bed. Molly sat with arms wrapped around her knees, wearing black yoga pants, a pale yellow hoodie, and her damp hair twisted on top of her head in a knot. She was completely lost in thought as she stared at the blank screen of the television.

Not wanting to startle her, I silently closed the door, held the flowers behind my back, and took a small step toward her. After a long moment of silence, her gaze swung my way. It was then I extended my arm and presented her with the bouquet... roots and all.

“Hi,” I said letting my lips slightly curl up at the corners. She furrowed her brows and stared at the flowers in my hand. “These are for you. I’m sorry for storming out, Molly.”

She nodded and finally reached to take the blooms from me bringing her nose close to them and inhaled. When she pulled her head back to look at them noticing their frayed stems she laughed. A sound that was so melodic it caused my heart to bang against my chest.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

“Can we talk?” She nodded and scooted over on the mattress giving me room to sit next to her. “You’re an enigma.” Molly’s head tilted to the side like a puppy trying to decipher a command. “I’ve never felt so confused before by a woman.” She arched one brow forcing me to amend that statement. “Or anyone.”

“You’re the enigma, Trent. Not me.” I took the flowers from her and set them on the nightstand. Taking her hands in mine, I threaded our fingers together.

“Molly, like I’ve told you, I’ve wanted you long before you agreed to be my fluffer. Yes, I pay you, and I need you on set, but this room...” I moved my head to the left and right before locking my eyes with hers, “is not a movie set. The contract I had you sign does not include us having sex. Anything sexual between us is just that... between us. But, there had never ever been a time when I considered you my whore and truth be told, knowing you think that hurts. Do you honestly feel that way?”

She shook her head while her beautiful baby blues stared at me absorbing everything I had said. “Good, because that couldn’t be further from the truth.” Her eyes softened just a bit before tears blurred them. “I don’t want you to cry or feel one ounce of remorse being with me. When you kissed me before, everything I had hoped for since I first laid eyes on you came to the forefront of my mind. I finally thought you wanted to be with me as much as I did you. Was I wrong?”

Silently I prayed she didn’t say that I was. I needed her to admit that not only to me but herself. She inhaled on a sniff and shook her head. “No, you weren’t wrong. I did want to make love to you.” Make love... not have sex. In my world, that was a major difference. “But, I can’t help but feel the need to guard my heart. You’re gorgeous and extremely talented... and it’s because of that, amongst other things, that scares me.”

“What other things?” Molly’s head lowered not wanting to look me in the eyes. I released her hand and brought mine to cup her chin until those baby blues were back where I wanted them. “Tell me, what things?”

“Women. You sleep with other women for a living.”

“You knew that before we had sex. I also told you, being a porn star wasn’t my dream job. I failed at getting a script that would afford me the same lifestyle as the one pornography gave me. But it pays the bills while giving me a comfortable life. Doing a toothpaste commercial wouldn’t even pay my cell phone bill for six months.”

“Speaking of,” Molly interrupted with a smile and a lift of her dainty finger. “Yours has been ringing since you left.”

My eyes cut to where I had left it on the side table. “It’s probably Jerry. He’ll get over it.” I paused until I had her attention again. “Molly, I can’t change how you feel about what I do for a living. I can, however, change how you feel toward me. Let’s forget my job, your role in it, and why we’re here.” Tentatively, I took her hand between both of mine. “Instead, can we just get to know each other? Can we do that?”

Her eyes focused on my face followed by a long pause. “Yes, we can.”

Molly

My mind reeled with all that had transpired. Trent suggested since he skipped the meeting, he’d take me to dinner. The way he placed his hand on the small of my back when we followed the hostess to our table felt so normal and so right.

Something deep down told me he was a great guy who did what he needed to in order to live, but then rational Molly would step in and remind me that there were other professions that could help pay the bills. I wasn’t a porn star, yet I survived.

Taking a moment to calm my brain from flying off on tangents, I opened the menu and stared at the restaurant’s offerings. Thanks to our frenzied sex, I was starved. When I glanced up at Trent, he had the same expression I was sure mirrored mine.

“So, what looks good?” Trent asked peering over his menu.

“Everything. I’m so hungry.”

Trent lowered his menu and smirked. “That’s what happens when you engage in a lot of physical activity.”

“Then you must be starved all the time.” As soon as my quip exited my mouth I wanted to inhale it back in. His smirk went to a frown in a millisecond. “I’m sorry. That was a bad attempt at a joke.”

Before we left the room, I made myself a silent promise to give Trent a chance. He’d been so kind, and when he handed me the flowers, roots and all, I knew aside from all else, he was a good man. We agreed to get to know each other, and that was what we were going to do.

The waiter approached us and was ready to take our dinner orders. Chatter in the restaurant increased, and when I glanced back, a line had formed at the hostess’s station. Not knowing what to have, I told Trent to go first.

“I’ll have a wedge salad, fries, and the porterhouse, rare.”

“Very well, and to drink?”

“Beer, the IPA on tap is fine.”

The waiter nodded and took Trent’s menu, then looked at me. “Ma’am?”

“I’ll have the same, please.” He smiled, jotted my order down on his pad, and I handed him my menu. Just as he was ready to leave, I added, “But, can I have the dressing on the side and I’d like my steak cooked medium well, and rather than fries, can I please have a baked potato no butter and sour cream on the side? And rather than beer, I’d like a glass of chardonnay please.”

He tucked the menus under his arm. “Very well.”

As soon as the man was out of sight, Trent laughed. “What?” I asked even though I had a pretty good idea at what he found comical.

“You’re a high-maintenance orderer.”

“I am not. I just like what I like how I like it.”

“Right... high-maintenance.” Trent sipped his water. “There’s nothing wrong with it, you should have what you want exactly how you want it. That’s how I try and live my life. Although, as you can see, sometimes things don’t go exactly as planned, so you readjust.”

In a way, I envied Trent. If I was more of a go with the flow person, maybe I’d be able to relax more. “You’re lucky. My life is and always has been very structured.” Since we agreed to get to know each other, I might as well start. “Growing up, I always knew what was expected of me. I’d go to college, graduate with a degree that would get me somewhere in life, and then get a job.”

“What did you study in school?”

“Business management. I didn’t know what I wanted to do exactly, but that major encompassed a variety of possibilities. However, like you and your current profession, it isn’t my dream job. Sadly, I’m not sure what that is yet. All I know is I don’t want to work in a school’s office forever. It’s a good job, but it lacks something.”

“Excitement?” Trent asked pensively.

“Freedom. I’m tied to a desk all day. Maybe if I had the summer’s off like the teaching staff, it wouldn’t bother me so much, but I stare at the same four walls every day. Part of me wishes I was a travel agent and could get paid for staying in luxury resorts and flying to various parts of the world. It’s a good thing I have Tommy. He shares his experiences with me.”

Trent nodded. “He seems like a good guy.”

Of course, Trent would feel that way toward my roommate. Tommy was the one who encouraged me to embark on this endeavor with Trent. “Even though he wants in your pants?”

“As long as he’s not the only one in your apartment that feels that way, I’ll deal with it.”

Heat rose along the back of my neck and thankfully our waiter was back with our drinks and salads. “My apologies for the wait, but the kitchen suddenly got busy. Normally, this isn’t a busy time of year, but there’s a film crew on the property, and our hotel is at full capacity. Your dinners will be out shortly.”

As soon as he stepped away, Trent’s eyes began to dart around the room. When he lowered his lids and groaned, I knew we’d been spotted.

Chapter 11

Trent

It didn’t go unnoticed that at the mention of “film crew” Molly tensed up. Her shoulders rolled back, she fisted the cloth napkin in front of her, and her face paled. How I wish this wasn’t the location shoot and just a quaint resort we had traveled to.

Molly and I had just begun relaxing with one another—something we both needed and now that was all going to change. If I could have grabbed her hand and bolted out the back door, I would have. But, Jerry and Raven spotted us and began to walk to our table.

Reaching across it, I placed my hand over Molly’s and gave it a squeeze. She needed to know no matter what was said, it was her I wanted to be with and get to know. Raven could be the biggest bitch, and I had no idea what would spew out of her artificially enhanced lips.

“Trent,” Jerry said as he stood at our table with Raven. “You missed the production meeting... and several of my calls.”

“Sorry, time slipped away. I’ll catch up... I always do.”

Raven leaned down exposing her ample cleavage. “We’re going to have a fun shoot. There were some changes made to the script.” She glanced at Molly. “You might not even need to be there.”

What the hell was she talking about? I didn’t give a fuck about the script. One of my strengths was being able to memorize lines within minutes, but telling Molly she didn’t need to be there? That I wouldn’t let slide.

“Why would you say that, Raven?” I asked with snark. “Did they recast your role?”

Her eyes narrowed, and before she could say anything Jerry stepped in. “Trent, attending production meetings are essential. Raven is right, changes have been made. The script is being reworked. As far as...” He glanced at Molly who looked like she was ready to excuse herself from the table. “Your fluffer...” My eyes cut to Molly just as she winced at her title. “If you need her then bring her. Just remember this isn’t a vacation. You’re here to work. Understand?”

Jerry knew without me, this movie would flop. Yes, Raven was popular, but I was the one women wanted to watch fuck not her. Most people thought men were the higher demographic for porn, which in some cases was true, but any movie I starred in raised the female numbers.

Deciding to appease him, I nodded. “Yes, again, I apologize.”

“See you on set tomorrow morning. You’ll receive the new script then.” Jerry turned and walked away with Raven by his side.

Molly attempted to pull her hand from mine, but that forced me to tighten my hold. “Don’t let her bother you.”

“It’s not just her, Trent. You are here on business, and I don’t want you to jeopardize anything for me.”

“Believe me, everything is fine. Script changes happen all the time. It’s all good... now, where were we?”

The rest of our evening went smoothly. After we ate, Molly and I went back to our room. Rather than strip her naked like my brain encouraged me to do, we sat on the bed and talked. “Where are you originally from?” she asked steering our small talk into a more personal discussion.

“Indiana.”

“How did you end up in Los Angeles?”

“I wanted to be an actor.” Her silence meant she wanted more information. It wasn’t hard to predict her next question would be how I ended up doing porn to begin with. So methodically and without emotion, I explained how hard it was when I had arrived in California. “In all honesty, when I was offered my first adult film role I truly felt it would only be temporary...” I raked my hand through my hair with a shrug. “I still do. This really isn’t something I want to do for a career or long term.”

“Then why not look for something else?”

“I do. But I guess unless it’s a major motion film, I rather make more money doing what I know than appear in a box office flop that would be nothing but a blemish on my resume.”

“Porn wouldn’t be?” she asked with raised brows.

“Not for Trent Baker, the real me.”

“Ah. Got it.” I could tell the conversation made her uncomfortable, so I threw the ball in her court. “Tell me more about Molly Higgins.”

With a shy smile, she shared that her parents just celebrated their thirty-seventh anniversary and her older sister lived in San Francisco with her husband and their three kids.

It didn’t go unnoticed through the look on her face that Molly longed for that type of love and connection with someone. When she spoke of marriage and finding that one person to share a life with, I wanted to throw my hand in the air like a kid in class imploring the teacher to pick him.

Never had I ever desired or even thought about marriage, but in the short amount of time I’d spent with Molly, she was starting to change all of that.

She let out a yawn and looked at the clock. More time had passed than I thought. We both had an early call time in the morning, so it was best to get some sleep.

“Want to get ready for bed?” Molly nodded, but then glanced around the room. “If you don’t want to share the bed, I can have a cot brought in for me.”

“No, I want to sleep next to you. But, I am tired.”

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad because I want to hold you tonight if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, it’s more than okay.”

Thank fuck. Molly got up, grabbed her pajamas before going into the bathroom to change. Since my pajamas consisted of nothing, I decided to at least put on a pair of boxer shorts because it was going to be hard enough laying next to Molly without being able to bury my cock inside of her and being naked wouldn’t help that cause.

Once we were both settled between the sheets, I rolled to my side, wrapped my arms around her, and spooned her body. She smelled like vanilla with a hint of eucalyptus—most likely from our bath. It took everything in my power not to groan in frustration. I silently told my dick to calm down.

“Good night, Molly.”

She shimmied her body closer to mine forcing me to hitch my hips back to hide my straining erection. “Good night, Trent. Thank you for dinner.”

I kissed the back of her head. “My pleasure.”

***

The past few days have been long and routine. Molly and I would go to the set, I’d get through hair and makeup, and we’d jump into our roles. Raven would do her damnedest to get me hard but would fail without Molly’s assistance, a fact I knew Molly relished.

Then we’d either go out to dinner or order room service. We had sex twice, but it wasn’t frenzied like the last time. Just as we took our time getting to know each other, we took our time exploring each other’s bodies.

Of course, Molly told me even though the night I penetrated her ass with the tip of my finger sent her over the edge, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. But, I wanted to make every part of her mine.

When I received the new script, I read through most of it and skimmed the end. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. No long monologue that needed to be memorized. Maybe if I had been playing a lawyer or a doctor, that would have been the case, but this shit was easy. Plus, I could ad-lib better than some of the cheesy lines that were written for me.

Today’s shoot was long and structured. If Jerry yelled cut one more time, I was going to lose my shit. I was sure Raven flubbed her lines on purpose to get a rise out of me, but it backfired because every time she needed a break, or to fix her false eyelash, was one more time I could have Molly touch me.

We went beyond her just looking at me to help the blood flow to my dick. I’d stroll up to her, she’d reach down and wrap her petite hand around my shaft and it would jump to life. The woman had me wishing she was my costar and not Raven. The only difference was, and I knew it sounded like a double standard, but there was no way I’d want anyone to witness what Molly looked like when she came apart in a blissful orgasm. That was reserved just for me.

During my first day on set, and what I should have received at the meeting... had I attended, was proof that I was clean. We were required to get tested by a doctor every few months. Normally, it was right before a shoot. But because I had just filmed a movie prior to this one, my records were still up-to-date. In my head, I knew I was fine because I never went without a condom. And now that Molly was in my life, I didn’t want any barriers between us. After the past few days, I was finally ready to broach that subject with her.

Once we wrapped for the day, I planned a romantic evening with Molly. I had the restaurant create various dishes including strawberries and cream for dessert and delivering it to our room. For the past few hours, I had pictured painting her nipples with the sweet white confection and licking it off while she writhed beneath me begging me to fuck her.

Molly was in the bathroom when I let room service in. Two servers appeared. One rolled a cart covered in white linen with silver cloche covered plates and two white tapered candles on it. The other carried a silver bucket with a bottle of wine buried in ice. One of the guys lit the candles, and I slid them both a twenty before they headed out the door.

When Molly emerged, she gasped at the romantic display. “I thought we’d stay in tonight. What do you think?”

The aroma coming from the food filled the room. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” She lifted one of the cloches exposing a petite filet and seasonal vegetables. Molly leaned forward and inhaled. “It smells divine.”

Being famished, it didn’t take long for us to finish and once done Molly placed her hand on her flat stomach. “I’m stuffed.” She laughed. “I don’t remember the last time I had something so good in my mouth.” I arched a brow forcing her to amend her claim. “You know, what I mean.” Laughing again, she blushed.

I had turned on a Bluetooth speaker playing my favorite playlist through dinner, but now that we were done eating, I stood and extended my hand to her. “Dance with me?”

Molly nodded and placed her hand in mine. Pulling her up until we were in proper dancing formation, we began to sway to the music.

“Thank you for this, Trent. I’m so glad you’ve shown this side of yourself.”

“I’ve barely breached the surface. There’s so much more I want to do with you.” That was the truth too. And I wasn’t even talking about all the sexual things I wanted to do with her. Just seeing the world through her eyes and experiencing things as a couple made me happy.

We hadn’t discussed what would happen beyond our contract, and I hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. Going back to the way things were prior to all of this wouldn’t suffice. Now that I had a taste of her, there was no fucking way I’d ever let her go.

“So, you’re stuffed? Couldn’t eat another bite?” I teased knowing we still had dessert to enjoy.

She furrowed her brows. “What are you up to?”

“Allow me.” I stopped our dance and uncovered the strawberries topped with whipped cream. “I thought since you’re full, I could eat this off of you.”

Molly’s chest rose and fell. Her nipples pebbled behind the cotton of her T-shirt. Nothing was more satisfying to me than knowing how much I turned her on. There was no doubt in my mind that if I snaked my hand between her legs she’d be soaked.

“I think I’d like that.”

Without haste but with care, I stripped her out of her clothes, scooped her up placing her on the center of the bed, and rolled the cart within reach.

I plucked a berry from the bowl by the small green stem, swirled it in the cream, and offered her the fruit. She took a small bite, and I double-dipped it before dotting her nipples with it. Molly’s eyes never left mine when it was my turn to have a taste. I lowered my mouth to one of her tits and sucked, causing her to gasp.

My plan of romantic foreplay wasn’t going to last long. Once again my endurance failed me when it came to Molly. “I want to make love to you, and I don’t want anything between us. I’m clean, Molly. Let me. Just you and me... no barriers. I need to feel your warmth surround my bare skin. I received documentation from the doctor if you need proof.”

She reached for the buttons on my shirt, but before she could even slide one disc through the hole, I stood, yanked it over my head and stripped. Molly spread her legs as an invitation and answer to my question. There was no need to prepare her since I could see her perfectly pink pussy glistening with arousal in the candlelight.

I slid in on a moan. “Fuck, it’s never felt so good. Jesus, you’re so damn tight and hot.”

Molly smiled. “Make love to me, Trent.”

I did as she asked and made love to her like I never had before. My hips moved in perfect synchronization with hers. It was as though we had been together for years rather than days.

Every time I thrust forward, her eyes fluttered closed. “Let me see those pretty baby blues. Look at me, Molly.” Her dark lashes slowly lifted and her eyes met mine. It was then I knew I could get lost in them forever.

She licked her lips before rolling them between her teeth. “You’re beautiful, Molly.” Her body shuttered through her release, and I wasn’t far behind. Sated, I stared at her, tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear, and kissed the tip of her nose.

Chapter 12

Molly

“Hi, my friend,” I said once Tommy’s cheerful voice answered my call.

“Well, well... if it isn’t my favorite fluffer. What’s up, sweetheart? Where’s the hot porn star?”

“Production meeting.”

“Ah, those damn production meetings. So you’re alone now? Finally?” Tommy had tried to call me a few times over the past week, but each time he had, I was with Trent. “Which means no excuse on giving me a minute by minute replay, and no cutting out details.”

I giggled at his predictable demand. “Not much to tell,” I lied. It was so silent over the line I pulled my phone away to be sure I hadn’t lost him. “You there?”

“Why do you have to be so cruel to me? I know for a fact you have a shit-ton to tell me. Do you want to know how I know?” The question wasn’t meant for me to answer when he rushed on, “The way you said, ‘not much to tell.’ You’re lying.”

“How the hell? You know what, never mind.” It was easier to just do as he asked. Otherwise, he’d make my life a living nightmare once I got home. “Fine. I’ll share with you what has happened since I left. Most of it you know. I go to the set, lend Trent a helping hand when needed, and then we have been spending our free time getting to know each other.”

“Now, we’re getting somewhere. And?”

“He’s really sweet. I enjoy spending time with him.” Another stretch of silence came. “Now what?” I asked wondering what the hell I said to cause an issue.

“You fucked him.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You fucked him.”

“It’s not like that... at least not anymore.” I had never told Tommy of the first time we were together. Tommy may have been all sassy and daring when it came to taking chances in life, but if it involved my heart, his mama bear side came out. And now, I wondered what he would think of me knowing I had sex with Trent. “Say something,” I prompted.

A slow, methodical clapping came over the line. “It’s about time you got yourself some.”

“You don’t think it was a stupid thing to do? I mean, at first I tried to deny how attracted I was toward Trent, and I hated how cocky he was over knowing it. But now, it’s different between us. It’s like there are two of him... the guy who goes off every day and fucks strange women on camera, and then the sensitive, kind, easy-to-talk-to man who surprised me out of nowhere.”

“Uh oh. You like him.”

“I do.” Why deny it? It was the god’s honest truth. “Every minute I spend with Trent off the set has been wonderful. That doesn’t change what he does for a living and how I feel about it. What the hell am I doing, Tommy?”

“Baby girl, why does his job have to ruin what could be something wonderful between you?”

I released a sarcastic huff. “Seriously? Okay, say we pursue this thing we have between us after the contract term ends. I’ll go one further and say maybe we can have a relationship that’s semi-normal as long as I ignore his profession. But then what? Am I never allowed to introduce him to family, friends without lying about what he does?”

“He’s an aspiring actor. End of... lies of omission aren’t really lies. They’re just there to protect people from getting hurt.”

“Unless someone recognizes him?”

He chuckled over the phone. “You’re worried your parents will know his face because of all the porn they watch?”

“Shut it,” I laughed with him at that ridiculous scenario. “I mean friends at work or people we may randomly meet. I’ll always worry he’ll be outed.”

“So?” The groan I released didn’t deter him in the least. “I mean it. So fucking what? If, and I mean if that were to happen, you throw the love word out there and suddenly all is forgiven. When it comes to love, nothing is taboo, or immoral, or even nasty. Love is forgivable.”

“First off, who said love?” At his grumble, I quickly continued, “Second, you make it sound so easy,” I said softly over the line. Just talking about this had my hands shaking from nerves. I didn’t think I was strong enough to endure the attention that could come from dating a porn star, and that worried me. Really it shouldn’t matter what people thought, but that was easier said than done. Imagining my picture in a tabloid did little to calm my anxiety.

“Sweetie, just enjoy your vacation away from dull-ville and don’t sweat things that haven’t happened yet. Okay?”

“I’ll try,” I admitted. We chatted some more about what I’d seen on set, and the grounds of the hotel, but my mind wandered during the conversation a few too many times. “Tommy, I have to go. He’ll be back any minute. I’ll try to call you in a few days.”

“Okay, sweetie. I’m here... and Molly?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I always have your back.”

“I know. Love you.”

“Love you more,” he said before hanging up.

Was he right? Did it all really matter? If push came to shove and I had the option of being happy and in love with Trent and all his baggage, versus being alone or even with someone I didn’t have such an intense attraction with, would I rather the latter? I wasn’t sure.

***

Once Trent returned to our room, he kissed me hard and dragged me right out of my funk. We spent the evening picking up needed items for what he planned the following day. It was his day off, and where the crew and cast were heading to Sacramento, he and I were going on a hike through Yosemite. Trent excitedly purchased everything we would need from the proper attire, hiking boots, to a backpack filled with all sorts of emergency supplies.

The resort rented Jeeps to guests who wanted to explore the park, and the moment the sun rose we were on our way. I was part terrified and part excited. Sure, I’d been camping many times as a kid, but being in the wilderness alone with Trent scared me a bit.

Feeling my gaze fixed on his profile, he turned toward me with a smirk. “What?”

“You’ve done this before, right?”

“What? Hike?”

“Well that, and roughed it in the woods.”

“You have no faith in me?” He snatched my hand and squeezed it before adding, “We’re not exactly going to be in the woods alone. There are bears out there. I hired a private hiking guide to take us to Glacier Point.”

“You did?” I asked excitedly. “I always wanted to see it.” Hearing this I went from being apprehensive to eager, especially knowing we were going to be with a professional.

Lifting my hand, he kissed my knuckles and shrugged. “Just say it, I’m amazing.”

“Amazingly conceited? Yes, that you are.” I teased. “How long is the hike?”

“Four hours. Afterward, I have a surprise for you.”

“Which is...”

“Nope. You’ll just have to wait and see.” And with that, my nerves spiked once again.

“Just promise me we’re not free falling off the top of the falls, or bungee jumping off the side of a cliff.”

“Nothing like that, but my plan will be much more exhilarating to your libido.” He threw me a wink and turned up the radio, probably to shut me up. Not long after, Trent pulled into the visitor center parking lot. “We’re here.”

Once he retrieved our backpack, we ambled inside and met our guide. Doug gave a quick rundown of the trails we would be exploring, and minutes later we were on our way. Doug guided us along the route, pointing out facts as we hiked our way to the falls. During, Trent held my hand helping me when I needed it and whispered naughty things in my ear when Doug wasn’t paying attention.

Before we knew it, we arrived at our destination and the exertion it took to get there was most definitely worth it. “This is gorgeous,” I said in awe.

“It is pretty spectacular,” Trent agreed. When I turned to look his way, his eyes were focused on me. Butterflies took flight in my gut, not because he was staring at me but more so because of the look on his face. I’d seen that look, several times now, and it meant he wanted to devour every inch of me.

“Okay folks. This is where I leave you.” Doug handed Trent a two-way radio. “Channel 18 will get you the tour guide office. Once you’re ready, give us a call, and we’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

“It took us four hours to travel fifteen minutes?” I joked.

“Well, we kind of have a shortcut that’s not very scenic,” Doug responded in all seriousness.

Trent chuckled at the look on my face and nodded toward Doug. “Thanks, man. I have it covered from here.”

We enjoyed the view, I leaned over the stone wall, and Trent pressed up behind me. His arms loosely circled my body in a familiar way. To any unsuspecting person nearby, we looked like a couple in love, and my thoughts drifted to the things Tommy said. Maybe he was right, and it was no one’s business what Trent did for a living but ours.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Trent whispered into my ear.

I twisted my head to bring us face-to-face. “Thank you. This is really lovely.”

He kissed the tip of my nose, something I’d come to find very endearing, and then my lips. “I had a feeling you’d enjoy it. I do have a confession to make,” he said with a boyish smile. “My surprise is really why we’re here. The hike was just a filler.”

“Are you going to tell me what that is now?”

Once again, he brought his lips to mine in a slow passionate kiss. “I’d rather show you. Ready?”

“I think so.”

“Don’t be so skeptical. Trust me?” My nod was automatic. A week ago, I would have hesitated at his question. But now, having spent day and night with him since arriving to Yosemite, I did trust him. I just hoped with each day that passed as my heart became more invested, I could trust him with that too.

Chapter 13

Trent

Her tiny gasp gave me all the confirmation I needed that this was a great idea. When trying to decide where we would go on our day off, I immediately thought of this place. It was a secluded spot facing the falls where I planned to spend our time building my case that I was a man she could be with. Of course, exploring every inch of her body would be a nice addition, eating her pussy as she stared at the view was something I itched to do all day. More than that would have to wait until later. Today wasn’t about receiving pleasure but giving it—either way, it was a win/win in my book.

She stared at the view in awe, while I spread a cozy blanket out on the lush green grass. By the time she turned around, I had our packed lunch and a small bottle of wine arranged in an impromptu picnic of sorts.

“Trent,” she said, cutting her gaze from me to the blanket and back.

“Come sit.” I spread my legs, patting the space and leading her to where I wanted her to get comfortable. She followed my lead and planted her ass between my thighs with her back pressing against my body.

When I handed her a wrapped sandwich and a napkin, she said, “You’re spoiling me.”

“I like spoiling you.” She turned her head and regarded me with a small smile. “I know you’re not easy to impress,” I admitted my thoughts. “But the look on your face gives you away, and it thrills me to know you like what I’ve done.” Hidden in those gorgeous blue eyes was a touch of sadness, making me ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like you think I’m not appreciative of how kind you’ve been this past week. I am, though.” Placing the sandwich on the blanket beside us, she turned until her legs fell over one of mine. “I’m sorry.”

I tried to hide my surprise with a smile. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s been a crazy experience for you, I know that, and I wasn’t all that sensitive to it when it began.”

“Well, we’re here now, regardless of how or why.” She turned to face the view leaving me filled with questions. I’d been meaning to tell her how thankful I was for her to be there every day, doing her thing, no longer fazed by the fact she played a part in producing a pornographic film... or at least she pretended not to be fazed by it.

Truth was, pretending or not, she fulfilled her obligation each and every day. Those days were zipping by, and I wondered where that would leave us. Caught between wanting to broach the subject of dating, and worrying it would ruin our time together, I sat silently with her in my arms staring at the view but not really seeing it.

What I saw in my mind was a visual of Molly and me in my apartment, having dinner and laughing over our days. As quickly as that imagery came, it left knowing I truly believed she couldn’t ever have a sense of humor when it came to my job.

So then, where would that leave us? “Molly?” I decided to take the leap and get it over with.

“Hmm?”

“Can you see yourself as my girlfriend?” Instantly, she stiffened in my arms, and I gritted my teeth over my stupidity. It was too soon. “Don’t answer that,” I said before she could respond.

Her head rotated so she could once again stare into my eyes. “I think so, but I worry that...” She stopped awkwardly.

“That you could never get used to my career.” I looked past her head, watching a hawk glide by effortlessly. “I get it.”

To my surprise, she pivoted until she straddled my lap. “You didn’t let me finish. I’d like to try. I’ll be honest with you, and if it gets to be too much I promise to talk to you, but maybe...”

“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 and 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.

All I’d done for the past week was rehash over and over that scene and what Molly saw that sent her running. She knew Raven was the only person I ever worked with who couldn’t get me hard, so then why would it be a surprise when I responded to Trina?

Her words kept coming back to me... you kissed the tip of her nose... you held her like you did me.

Had I? Honestly, I hadn’t consciously done those things to Trina. I guess it was more a habit than anything else, and realizing that gave me remorse because Molly was very special to me. Sure, Trina and I always had a good relationship, believable chemistry. She wasn’t the only one I had that with, though. Most of my costars and I got along.

Maybe since all I’d been was cold and indifferent toward Raven, Molly assumed I treated all my costars that way? Which in itself was ridiculous. I couldn’t stand Raven. This stunt she pulled getting Molly to the set proved my point. The woman was a ruthless bitch. It was no wonder my dick didn’t respond to being in her presence.

I glanced at my watch and only then did I have any indication on how far I’d run. Two hours seemed like no time at all, even as my legs felt like jelly and my head pounded with a headache. Yet, no matter how much I tortured myself, my insides still hurt as if she shredded them. Using my shirt to wipe the sweat off my face, evidence of how hard I pushed my body was found in the darkened soaked fabric.

As I saw my building come into view, I knew she’d be at work already. Despite how hard I tried to time my coming and going in hopes I’d run into her, not once had I seen her in a week. Every call and text went unanswered as well. It was like she became a ghost, no trace of her existence when we lived right next door to one another. I actually wondered if she had moved out.

Just as I slowed my pace and entered the lobby, Tommy exited the elevator glancing down at his phone. It didn’t take long for him to look up and notice me. Rather than give me the once-over with his roaming eyes in a way that I had become accustomed to, they turned into slits as he glared at me. Even though I knew he was pissed off, he was my lifeline to Molly.

“Hey,” I said as casually as I could with a nod of my chin. “How’s Molly.”

Tommy stopped and just stared at me for a long moment. “She’s a mess,” he finally said. “You fucked up.”

Beads of sweat continued to drip from my temples down to the collar of my T-shirt. “It wasn’t intentional. I don’t even know what I did. I mean, I know, but I still don’t understand.”

He shook his head, and we both moved to the side, away from the residents who were coming and going. “I don’t know what to tell you except once Molly sets her mind to something, there isn’t much anyone can do to change it. It was a miracle she signed your contract to begin with.”

“I love her.” I raked my fingers through my sweat-soaked hair. “I just need her to know that.”

Tommy’s gave his head a slight shake. “She knows.”

“Then what else can I do?”

“Look, Molly is my best friend... she’s like family to me. If you love her the way you say you do, then you’ll know what needs to happen. Anything less than that won’t make a difference.”

Even through his evasiveness, I understood what he was referring to. All I could do was nod because didn’t he think I had tried that already? Better yet, didn’t she know that I wanted the same? “Thanks, Tommy. Take care of her.”

“Always.”

It didn’t matter that my legs were on fire, I opted to take the stairs two-by-two until I got to my apartment. As soon as I opened the door, I noticed the check I gave Molly laying on my floor. What the hell? No note. No explanation. Just her earnings. If I didn’t want her to have it so badly, I would have crumpled it in my sweaty palm, but this was hers whether she wanted it or not.

The woman infuriated me, yet I still loved her. Maybe that was what sparked that emotion. At first, she didn’t give me the time of day. But after she did everything changed, and I couldn’t get away from it.

Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Molly. The way her face flushed when she rode out an orgasm or the way she’d bite her lip when she prepared me for a scene. Sadly, the one image I couldn’t shake from my memory was the despondent look she gave me after my scene with Trina.

I jumped in the shower and let the water do it’s best to wash away my frustrations, but it didn’t work. All I kept thinking of was when Molly said I treated Trina just as I did her. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Maybe I couldn’t understand because I was so desensitized in regards to my profession and sex with female costars. Either way, there was nothing I could do to go back and change that moment.

Go back. Molly said she wished she could erase the past few weeks... the weeks we spent together. If she wanted to hurt me, she succeeded.

After I dried off and got dressed, I grabbed my phone noticing I missed a call from my agent. Pressing the green button, I called him back.

“Trent, it’s good to hear from you. How’s my favorite client?” Favorite because I made him a shit-ton of money.

“Hey, Charles. I’m fine, but we need to talk about...”

Without pause, he interrupted my thought. “I spoke to Jerry. He said you were fantastic and this movie will be huge. He has another project for you, but before we discuss that, Bryce O’Connell called and wants you in New York. The next one is even bigger, Trent. More money than the last two movies combined. Your costar will be none other than Marissa Stone. The last movie you two made soared and with the budget Bryce has secured, not to mention the location, it will be phenomenal. I’ve drawn up the contract and will email it to you.”

He might have well been telling me he wanted to set my body on fire because it had the same appeal. “No, I don’t want to go to New York.” The thought of not being near Molly hurt, but continuing in my career after all that happened would hurt far more.

“What are you talking about? Do you realize what you’d be passing up? The salary alone would set you up for a year. As your agent, I can’t let you do that.”

“As my agent,” I corrected with a low stern voice, “you work for me, and I said, no.”

It was clear the direction I needed to take my career to. Sure, in the past I had tried, but my motivation had changed. “I’d like to set up a meeting with you and discuss my future. If you aren’t on board with me making significant changes, tell me now, and I’ll find an agent who will be.”

Little did he know, I already had planned on putting a few feelers out there. Yes, I made a lot of money, but love is priceless, and I wasn’t willing to give it up.

A loud huff came through the receiver. “Fine. Meet me in my office in an hour.” Deep down I knew Charles wanted the best for me. He wasn’t keen on me venturing into porn until the royalty checks started rolling in. All I needed was one legit break to get my career back on the path I’d always dreamt of.

I disconnected the call and flopped down on my couch. The check Molly returned flashed at me like a beacon on a lighthouse. It would be simple for me to slide it back under her door, but from what I knew of Molly, she’d just volley it back to me. It would be an ongoing battle and one I wasn’t ready to lose. The next time I gave her this check, it would be in her pretty little hand.

Molly

As always, my day was boring. I scheduled meetings, typed up a few letters and memos, and all while sitting in that bleak office, I thought of Trent. “I love you, Molly.” Those four words played over and over again in my head like a song on repeat.

It took every ounce of strength to get dressed, go to work, and even more strength not to break down in a fit of tears. I’d never been so thankful to have an office with a door which I kept closed most of the day.

Just like when I was in school, each time I looked at the clock waiting for the dismissal bell, I swore the little hand clicked backward prolonging the day. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bell rang indicating I only had one hour left to endure before I could go home.

Home. The same building where Trent lived. What would I do if I saw him? There was no doubt he found the check I slid under his door and was upset that I did so. But, what choice did I have? How could I accept that money?

When I told Tommy my rationale for returning the money, he thought I was insane and reminded me that Trent said he loved me. As I laid in bed last night all I could think of was how much I loved Trent. How in such a short amount of time that man got under my skin and made his way into my heart.

Going from such a high after our romantic picnic, to crashing down to the depths of hell watching him with Trina, ruined me. I’d never been one to have emotionless sex even when I told myself that was all it was... just sex. My heart always got in the way, and the barricade I had up came crashing down because of my feelings for Trent. There was no doubt it would take a long time for me to feel that way about a man again... actually, I was sure no man could make me feel like Trent did.

When it was finally time to leave work, I headed home and scanned the lobby through the glass door before yanking it open. I wasn’t prepared to see Trent, and thankfully, he wasn't there.

When I walked into my apartment, Tommy greeted me with a hug. “Did you have a good day, dear?”

I laughed and inhaled a sweet aroma coming from the kitchen. “Do I smell brownies?”

“Yes, I made your favorite. Chocolate peanut butter with marshmallows. Go change and then let’s devour that pan. I’ll get two forks.”

I laughed for the first time today. “I’ll be right back.”

Tommy and I sat on the couch with a pan of chocolatey goodness between us. We both moaned with each forkful. “How was your day?” I asked, not wanting to discuss mine.

“It was good. Nothing too exciting. Except, I saw Trent this morning. That man is hurting badly.” I slid the fork out of my mouth and arched my brows. “Okay, I know he acted like an insensitive jerk, but I can’t help but feel for the guy.”

What in the hell? “Are you kidding me? You feel sorry for him?”

“Molly, you’re my best friend, so I’d be remiss not to tell you the truth. Yes, I feel sorry for him. The guy looked like shit.”

“He did?”

Tommy’s lips quirked to the side. “No. He just came back from a run and looked sweaty and delicious, but I didn’t think you wanted to hear that. But that was just his exterior. The man is in pain.”

“What did he say?” When Tommy hesitated probably for my own good, I added, “I won’t break down, I promise. Please tell me.”

“He said he loved you and then told me to take care of you.”

I set my fork down and wiped my mouth on a napkin. “What did you say?”

“That I’d always take care of you. I know at this moment you hate him, but...”

“No. No buts. I’m hollow inside right now. That’s how I feel. Like there is a gaping hole inside of my chest, and he put it there. I’ve cried so much, I don’t have any tears left. I can’t be with him knowing when I say, have a good day at work, translates to, have fun fucking a random woman today. Seeing his relationship with Raven jaded the reality of his job. But the fact remains, he doesn’t just have sex with Raven. He has sex with many other women, and most of them he likes, he gets along with, he doesn’t need help getting it up. I don’t have it in me to pretend that’s okay.”

Tommy nodded. “Okay, I won’t bring it up again.”

“Thank you. Now, since we finished dessert, what should we have for dinner?”

After sifting through a few menus, we ordered take-out from my favorite Chinese restaurant and just like we did the brownies, we sat on the couch and enjoyed it. Nothing more was said about Trent or my feelings. Tommy and I fell back into our routine of him telling me details I missed while away and making me laugh with each story.

The hardest part of my day was sleeping. Without fail, as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I closed my eyes, there was only one person I knew I’d be dreaming of. I supposed in a way maybe that wasn’t a bad thing since that was all I had left of Trent.

Chapter 16

Trent

Three months later

My agent, Charles, had once said to me that doing porn was only a detour and the universe’s way of steering me in the right direction.... truer words couldn’t have been spoken. Because, without taking that detour, I wouldn’t have propositioned Molly, I wouldn’t have fallen in love, and I wouldn’t have forced my agent to get me out of the porn business in hopes of getting her back.

That day, I walked into his office consumed with doubt and wondering if I could truly transition into being Trent Baker. There was so much at stake, and the pressure to cross over into legitimate acting roles caused panic within me.

I was prepared to do absolutely anything to get out of adult films. That toothpaste commercial I once scoffed at no longer seemed a waste of my time. In fact, I’d probably agree to dress up as a toothbrush at a dental convention in order to get me that commercial. Desperation didn’t look good on me. But being desperate was an understatement, and I meant it when I said I’d do anything.

Of course, my agent laughed at my newfound willingness to aim my aspirations at the bottom of the acting food chain. Thankfully, Charles chose not to entertain my suggestions and stepped it up by handing me a few addresses for auditions that were casting at that moment. The pay was shit compared to what I was used to, but each small role could possibly lead to better opportunities.

Two days later, I had offers from three of the four and chose a guest spot on a cable series with a high-profile director. The show was shot in Vancouver, and my guest appearance was supposed to be two episodes that ended up leading to five. Originally, I hadn’t wanted to leave LA, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

Over the past three months, I busted my ass and impressed not only the director but, Todd Wahls, the executive producer. Todd’s next project was an indie film he felt passionate about, and on the last day of shooting offered me another small role in that movie. Taking each opportunity as a stepping stone, I easily agreed, secured employment for the next few months in Los Angeles, and would start shooting in two weeks. Again, the pay sucked but I no longer cared. I had plenty in the bank to hold me over until bigger and better projects came along. And more importantly, I was back home.

Every night for the past three months, as I lay in my hotel room bed thinking of Molly, I would text the same message to remind her she was never out of my thoughts. And every night after I sent that text, I’d wait for some indication she would reply... yet, one never came. It never stopped me from sending them. I wasn’t even sure she saw or received them. I considered contacting Tommy to check up on her, the only thing stopping me was fear that she had moved on.

So instead, I sent that same text every night—I miss you. I need you. I love you. I prayed that once I got back, I could convince her to give me another chance... to give us another chance.

To my surprise dancing dots appeared on my screen for the first time in months sending my pulse racing.

Hi. How are you?

Awful. I miss you so much it hurts.

I don’t want you to feel that way.

I never meant to hurt you, Molly. Trina is not who is important to me. You are. I want you.

It took a while for her to reply, and I hoped my last statement got through to her.

I can’t be what you need me to be. You deserve someone who is more understanding, more supportive.

Ignoring her, I forced the issue. I’ll be home tomorrow. I need to talk to you.

Again the dots danced on my phone, making it feel like an eternity passed before I finally saw her response.

There’s no need. I forgive for what happened with Trina. You’re an extremely talented actor, but I’m not the right woman for you. Maybe we can be friends one day.

Friends?

I WILL see you tomorrow, Molly.

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Walking into my building for the first time in months had my nerves spiking for obvious reasons. I had no idea how I would even begin to get Molly to hear me. She never responded to my last text, not that I expected her to. I wasn’t entirely sure she’d agree to see me in person. Her words had a finality to them that scared me.

Anxious and eager to get to her, I dumped my crap inside my apartment, tucked the new script and her check into my back pocket, and headed right for her door. Since I didn’t have a plan, I’d just have to ambush her... pathetic as it was. From day one, Molly always responded to my actions much better than my words.

I inhaled a deep breath and knocked on the door, not expecting a response. My heart slammed in my chest when I heard her sweet voice ask, “Who is it?”

“Trent.” She opened the door and just seeing her brought a smile to my face. Molly looked sexy as fuck in her running clothes. Her skin glistened, wisps of her hair that came loose from her ponytail caused a need in me to tuck them behind her ear. Forcing that urge back, I said, “You look beautiful.”

Molly looked at her running shoes before meeting my eyes. “I look like shit.”

A deep laugh erupted out of me. This was the Molly I knew and wanted to have back in my life. “Are you alone?” I looked over her shoulder at her empty apartment hoping Tommy wasn’t there.

“Yes, Tommy is at work.”

“What does he do that he’s working on a Saturday?”

“Dogwalker to the elite.”

“Are you serious?”

“No.” A brilliant smile spread over her face at hearing my second chuckle.

“Can I come in?”

Molly stepped aside allowing me to pass. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you. Come and sit down with me.” Molly followed me to her sofa keeping a cushion of distance between us. “I need you to hear me out.”

She twisted her hands on her lap and nodded. “Okay.”

“As you know, when I embarked on my acting career, being a porn star wasn’t what I aspired to be. But, when those roles kept coming and the money kept growing, even though it wasn’t my dream, it became difficult to walk away from... until you. In the past, taking smaller roles seemed like a step backward. What you made me realize was those roles could lead to a positive future and hopefully one I could share with you.”

“Trent, I don’t want you to give up everything you’ve worked for just because I don’t agree with it. This is my issue...”

“You’re not listening to me, Molly,” I interrupted. “Nothing matters if I don’t have you to share it with. There was a reason you came into my life, and I’m not willing to let you go.” She opened her mouth to speak, but I placed my index finger over her lips. “For the past few months, I’ve been working on smaller projects. They weren’t glamorous or once in a lifetime opportunities, but one of them proved to be a launching pad.” I reached into my back pocket, pulled out the small script, and handed it to her.

Molly unfolded it. Her eyes went wide when she looked at the producer and writer’s names on the script. “Didn’t he write that series that just won an award?”

“Yes. I actually had a guest starring role in that series which led to this script.”

Her face lit up for the first time since I stepped through the door. “That’s fantastic, Trent. I’m so happy for you.”

“Us. Be happy for us.”

Just as her eyes reread the cover page, her forehead creased in confusion when she read out loud, “This says, Trent Baker.”

“Yes. Trent Hudson no longer exists.” When her gaze cut back to my face, I could clearly see the emotion she fought shimmering in her gorgeous blue eyes. Not being able to wait a second longer, I took her hand in mine. “I didn’t do this just for you. But you made me remember my initial goal when I started this career. You gave me the push I needed.” With my eyes linked to hers in a desperate hold, I pulled the check from my back pocket and presented to her. The firm shake of her head was automatic, until I cupped her face with one hand. “Molly, I know you think this check represents all the bad that came with my career. But I look at it in a different way. If it weren’t for my job, and my proposition to you, we wouldn’t be here. And as much as you hated all that I did, I, on the other hand, am thankful for it because it brought you to me.”

At first I couldn’t read her thoughts and worried she’d reject it and me, but instead, she said, “Okay, but just remember not to call me your fluffer in your acceptance speech when you win an award.”

“I’d like to call you my girlfriend. Or maybe by then, you’ll be more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Getting this role isn’t the only dream you pushed me toward. One day, I hope you’ll be Mrs. Baker.”

“Um...” Her eyes went wide as saucers.

“I’m not proposing... yet. But, I want you to know how serious I am about you, Molly. I love you like I’ve loved no other. The thought of spending my life with you, and having you by my side to share all the good and bad times, consumes me. I pray you want that too. Even if you don’t right now, that someday...”

Just like I had done to her, Molly placed her finger on my lips halting my words. “I love you too, Trent Baker.”

In one swift move, I stood and scooped her off of the couch. “I need to bury my cock deep inside your pussy. He missed you as much as I did.”

Molly’s face scrunched up with disgust. “I’m all sweaty. I was about to shower before you knocked on the door.”

“Good thing shower sex is my specialty.” With each step I took toward her bathroom, I rambled off, “As is bed sex, couch sex, table sex, floor sex, counter sex, against the wall sex...”

She kissed me long and hard before pulling away. “I get the point. I’ve seen you in action.”

“And you’ll be the only one ever seeing me in action again.”

“The porn world is going to hate me for stealing you away.”

“Fuck them.”

“Not to mention your previous costars,” she continued to argue.

“As long as my costar for my life doesn’t hate me, I can deal with everything else.”

“No, she loves you. She never really hated you.”

“Then she’s a great actress.”

“Okay, maybe I did a little, but I don’t any longer.” She bit her bottom lip. “You know... you never said anything about make up sex. Is that one of your specialties too?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had anything I wanted to make up for. But, you can let me know in about two hours if it is or not.” I placed her on the floor and without hesitation, stripped her naked. “I hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the weekend,” I said with a smirk while turning on the shower. “Or the rest of your life for that matter. As of now, consider them all canceled.”

“Sounds good to me,” she quipped, and while her eyes remained tethered to mine, my gorgeous fluffer did what she has always been able to since the first time I saw her... she instantly got me hard and ready for the only role that would ever matter again... as Molly’s lover.

Epilogue

Molly

I stood and clapped as loudly as I could staring at the stage and watching Trent approach the podium. When I glanced around the room at the Hollywood royalty who were also on their feet, my heart filled with happiness.

It wasn’t long ago when we hit a rough patch. A disgusting tabloid exposed who the real Trent Hudson was. My Trent took it in stride and with grace. Meanwhile, I had a complete meltdown when all my fears came to fruition. If Trent hadn’t stopped me, I would have hunted that photographer down and shoved his camera up his ass.

There was a time when we feared his short-lived career would come to an untimely end, but the opposite happened. And tonight was proof with all of the admiration directed toward the man who literally bulldozed his way into my life and my heart.

I couldn’t have been prouder of him at that moment... or more attracted to him. I’d seen that man in all sorts of compromising positions, both clothed and not, but seeing him standing tall and handsome in his black tux had every cell in my body thrumming with need.

Trent took the coveted trophy from the iconic actor and shook his head with a humble smile. When his eyes met mine, he winked.

“Wow. I can’t believe I’m standing here.” Trent admired the award once more before addressing the crowd. “There are so many people I need to thank.” He went on to mention his agent and everyone who was involved in the film. Then, once again, he brought his attention to me. “And finally, I want to thank my wife, Molly...” Tears filled my eyes, and I knew there was no way to keep them at bay. “I can honestly say without a doubt, I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t for you. You are my world, and none of this would mean anything if you weren’t by my side. I love you.” He hoisted the trophy in the air, and all the applause did nothing to drown out the pounding of my heart that Trent was responsible for.

Rather than follow the standard protocol, my crazy husband ran down the steps and right toward me blowing off the reporters waiting backstage. In front of all the viewers and those surrounding us, he picked me up, spun me around, and kissed me as though we were the only ones in the room.

I supposed at that moment we were. 

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“You don’t wake up one day and think today is the day I find my soulmate. But if it happens, you show up with guns blazing.” — Trent Baker

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The End

Acknowledgments

I would like to thank everyone who took a chance and read this book. Molly and Trent hold a special place in my heart, and I hope their story holds one in yours.

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