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She thought about it, her pink tongue slipping out.
Maybe she needed a reminder. I pulled the earbuds from the computer to restore full sound and played the DILF video; moaning filled the space around us.
“What do you like?” she countered. She was always surprising me. Just when I thought I had the upper hand, she changed the game.
“I like you.”
“But—”
I placed my finger against her lips. “Tell me. Maybe I’ll make it come true.”
Her eyes burned hot desire as she let out a long breath.
“I…I like the way he eats her pussy.”
Well, I could do that.
I grazed my finger around her nipple, it had hardened as soon the video played. But why? My mind suddenly filled with illogical rationales of her preferences. Did she want an older man to eat her pussy? Was I not satisfying her? I could play the game. I could be anyone she wanted me to be. In a desperate attempt satisfying her needs, I whispered, “Do you want me to be your daddy?”
After a heart-wrenching moment of silence, she snorted. “Could you be more cliché?” She continued to laugh, her shoulders doing a cute little shake with every giggle.
I shrugged. “I come by it honestly.”
Even Everly saw the hilarity of my life. How everything was embedded in fake pornisms. The more I noticed it, the more I wanted out, and the more guilt tightened my chest.
“I don’t want anyone to be my daddy.” She slipped her hands over my shoulders and pulled me down until our noses almost touched. “But I do want to know what it’s like to film a scene.”
“Then your wish is my command.”
I would do anything for this girl because the rush of bringing her such raw pleasure was enough to please me.
“I could get used to this.” Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Having you make all of my wishes come true.”
So could I.
Chapter 22
Everly
It had been a while since we’d checked an item off my bucket list, except me adding sex—but that didn’t really count, did it?
When Max called this morning and asked if I was free, I jumped at the chance to spend time with him. Check on the list or not.
I was pretty sure I was walking around with sex glow. Even though we’d only done it once and it had ha
ppened two days ago, I still felt it, felt him, inside my body. I didn’t know what to do about it. I was addicted. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t read. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t even daydream without him being the leading actor in my fantasies.
He had overtaken my entire being…and I fucking loved every minute of it.
We parked in the visitor section of an underground parking lot of a condo building downtown.
I had no idea what we were doing here, but I hoped it had something to do with a bed. And nakedness. And orgasms. Well, just orgasms, really. I could get accustomed to daily eruptions of pleasure. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when our little business deal was done.
We rode the elevator to the thirty-third floor, and with his hand at the small of my back, he guided me down the hall to room 3315¸ the corner suite.
Daylight blasted us when he opened the door. The condo was open concept, no walls in the main area, which housed the kitchen, dining and living areas. Two entire walls were floor-to-ceiling windows. No window coverings.
Max held out his hand, welcoming me to the unit. “Welcome to your first live White Lace Productions…production.”
