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She was using my own words against me. I wanted to say no. I wanted to give her the same bullshit answer I usually gave to people, but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to lie. Not to Everly. “Maybe…”
“All right.” Her head fell back and the wet strands of her hair brushed against my arm. I looked down as a smile curved her lips. “What is your bestselling porn?”
Now, that was an easy question.
“Lesbian porn. Teen porn. MILFs are pretty popular, too. But it really depends on what part of the country you’re talking about. Each province seems to have its own tastes.”
“I’ve been seeing a lot of porn lately—you know, with Stella auditioning and Jade researching your different series—and…I just wondered…you know the porn where you never see the guy’s face? That has to be really popular.” She raised up on her elbow and looked at me.
“It’s called POV. It gives the person watching the feeling that they’re there, that they are the one experiencing what’s going on. The actress stares right into the camera and connects with the person watching.”
“So who directs it?”
“There’s not really a director. The person filming makes all the decisions. When Ben first started, he was the one who filmed the POV scenes.”
“So…he’s had sex with a lot of women.”
He’d probably had sex with hundreds of women, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud.
“It was his form of quality control. We needed to put out that type of film, and he didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Now he has people on the payroll for that and he screens everything when it’s done.”
She was quiet for a minute. “There is just so much business behind it that I’d never really thought of.”
“Because it is a business. There is much more than putting two people in front of a camera and letting them go at it. That’s why, even though you can get any kind of porn you want for free on the Internet, people still pay good money for reliable, quality productions on websites that are safe for your computer.”
“So when you’re not watching porn, you’re thinking about porn, or analyzing porn?”
“Does that bother you?”
It shouldn’t matter to me if it did. We weren’t in any kind of romantic relationship, even though the way her hand stroked my chest at this very moment was pretty damn romantic.
“No.” Her response was quiet, but held conviction. I believed her.
“Porn is just a business. Just another way to make money.”
“Is that all you really care about? Making money?”
Making money had been my sole focus. I didn’t love the porn business; it’s just what I did. I might lack the passion for it, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make a lot of money off it. In a way, it was smarter to be so detached. I could make objective decisions. But lately, even the money wasn’t as appealing and not just because I had a shitload coming to me in a couple of weeks.
“I want to do right by my father. That’s what matters most.”
I guided her down, back to her spot cuddled up against me. I’d never really lain in a bed with a woman. I’d been in bed, done things in a bed, but never relaxed, cuddled, or spooned.
“I want my parents to be proud of me, too.” I knew she worked so hard because she wanted to make something of herself. That had been evident from the moment we met. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized that her parents had a hand in her future. More than a hand. Just like me, Everly was caught between trying to please a parent and finding happiness. Unfortunately, I’d learned that sometimes you can’t have both.
She craned her neck and our eyes locked. Immediately, I was hard again. Unbelievably so. I wanted nothing more than to sink my cock inside that pussy. That pretty, smooth, pink pussy. But I couldn’t. I needed to take this slow. The rush I got from sex was just that, rushed. When it was over, the rush was gone, barely recognizable, barely memorable.
With Everly, that rush came from something more, something deeper that I couldn’t put my finger on.
I had a bad feeling that as soon as I did, I would be too far gone to come out of this unscathed.
Chapter 18
Everly
I had to study. I couldn’t put it off any longer. I had been slacking. My grades were slipping. All right, technically it was only one grade, but it was just a matter of time before it all caught up with me.
After another round of orgasms, without rounding all the bases, I had managed to pull myself out of Max’s embrace. I couldn’t figure out his motives, but as long as he kept me satisfied, I could wait a little longer. Or so I kept telling myself. If we didn’t go all the way soon I was going to die. Literally die, from wanting it so badly.
