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“Shall I escort you to where the big decisions are made?”
She cocked her head. “The bathroom?”
“My office, jokester.” I laughed. “Let’s go.”
Ten minutes later, I was hard at work at my desk and Everly was curled up on the couch in the corner. She looked so tiny, scrunched up with her legs curled under her body. She didn’t seem as distracted as I felt, or at least I didn’t catch it. From the moment I sat down I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Which wasn’t conducive to getting anything done. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
By sheer force of will, I had managed to get through next month’s production schedule and I was on to my next task—watching six final cuts. I had the final approval of all product put up on our website. Although Ben was so good at his job, I hadn’t vetoed one of his films in the last four years.
I pulled out my earbuds and plugged them into my desktop. I didn’t want the excessive moaning and groaning interrupting her concentration.
I scrolled through my email, looking for Ben’s name. He’d always send the final list of cuts and their numbers so I could find them on the company-shared drive. With every file number, he included a caption that never failed to make me laugh.
The first cut I watched was a bondage scene that Ben captioned: the sex scene of champions. It was a good thing Avery Mills—the actress—was blond, it made it harder to picture Everly hogtied with electrical wire. Not that I was into that shit.
The second cut was part of our DILF line and was captioned: I zoomed in extra close. You could pick this guy’s dick out of a lineup.
I couldn’t contain my amusement on that one and Everly looked up from her textbook. I pulled one earbud out and said, “Listening to music.”
She shrugged and went right back to work.
This video was less forgiving. The cute college babysitter had a similar look to Everly and with every swipe of Iris’s tongue on Cannon’s cock, I felt it on my own.
What the fuck was wrong with me? With my cock? I looked down at my crotch.
We’re not a teenager anymore, asshole. Get yourself together.
For the first time in a long time, I was actually turned on by the content. I shifted in my seat, pulling at the crotch of my dress pants. If Everly looked closely enough she’d be able to see that I had a hard-on.
Concentrate. You can do this. It’s only four more cuts.
Four more and I’d probably come in my pants.
The more I watched, the more I fantasized and replayed the night before. It was the most vanilla sex I’d ever had. She had been so sweet. So innocent. But there was an edge to her. Since the beginning, every time we had been together in that way, that edge appeared. Each time lasting a little longer than the last. I never knew when it was going to appear. It excited me. I was going to make it my mission to bring it out permanently. The
re was no reason for her to be shy in bed. Especially with me. I’d seen some crazy—and sick—shit in my life. Anything Everly was going to throw at me would be a walk in the park.
I had managed to get in two more cuts before I was interrupted by Everly’s waving arms. She was trying to get my attention.
I stopped the cut mid-fuck, giving myself an excellent still of a cock ramming into an ass.
“Do you have the Wi-Fi password?”
I leaned back in my chair and quirked one eyebrow at her. “You’re supposed to be studying.” She had promised she wouldn’t get distracted.
“I am,” she whined. “I just have to Google something.”
“I’m not giving you a free-for-all pass to get distracted.” I eyed her with disbelief. “How about you use my computer. I have to do a couple things anyway.”
She smiled and closed her textbook. This might work to my advantage. I purposely left three of the video files open, hoping she’d close the browser and stumble upon them. I’d strategically chosen three different fantasies. Voyeurism. Bondage. DILF. Not that I’d get an old guy to come and fuck her if she wanted it, but I had no problem letting her call me Daddy if need be.
I clicked open Safari and gestured for her to take my seat. When I walked out of my office, Barb was there, just hanging up the phone.
“Casey’s ready to cross over.”
“No kidding.” Casey Cross was another one of our top earners and she’d spent the last three years doing exclusive girl-on-girl scenes. Now she wanted to cross over, which meant she wanted some dick. This was going to be a major moneymaker.
“What made her change her mind?”
