Page 19 of Love and Horns


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“Hey BK, I need to review today's shot list. Ovis needs to move some things around and I want to make sure we have the right light set up for the changes.”

I hear his head thump back against the wall and the tension in his legs relax. “Be right out Joe, gotta take a piss.”

Consider the fantasy now officially broken. I jump to my feet. Checking my outfit to be sure nothing is out of place, grabbing my backpack from where it sits. BK pulls his pants up, tucking his hardness into the waistband of his boxers before buttoning his jeans and zipping his fly in one fell swoop.

We don’t say anything to each other, neither of us knowing what to even say in a moment as heated as this. Both of us look like we have been sitting in a hot car with the windows up. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and a small trail of sweat along our hairlines.

“I’m going to, umm, go talk with Joe,” he breaks the silence awkwardly.

“Right, ya, I will wait a minute and then sneak out,” I add to the plan, keeping my eyes from meeting his to avoid any more weirdness between us. He gives me a small tip of his head before pulling his beanie back on and leaving the room.

Once he clicks the door shut, I let out a huge sigh, holy moly, that was close! What was I thinking, going down on my boss in his office? Seriously, Carter, you might as well just march your butt to HR and turn yourself in for being a harlot. If Joe had opened that door instead of just yelling through it we would have been caught.

I took this job to learn and grow in my craft and now I find myself with sore knees and drool on my chin. I might as well be a statistic for women trying to further their careers by sucking their way to the top. Thank goodness it stopped when it did.

I check myself in the bathroom mirror once more before exiting the office slowly, being sure to close the door quietly behind me to not draw attention. I walk out the side door to reenter the set in my normal way to erase any suspicions. It’s going to be a long day with the taste of his precum lingering on my lips and my soaked panties clinging to me.

Holyfuckingshit.Ican’t believe that just happened. How could I let that happen? You would think my lesson would have been rammed into my brain after all the shit has come out about my on-set conduct. Not that there is any weight or truth to the accusations. Mostly. But when a woman as sexy as Carter drops to her knees in front of you, how can you possibly say no?

It will be a miracle if Joe survives though. The fucker just had to interrupt at the worst moment. The things she was doing to me, the way her mouth felt around my cock. It was everything I needed to take the edge off. Then here comes fucking Joe with his bullshit. I find him quickly after leaving Carter in my office, the tension in my body is more pent now than it was when we started. I was so close to that release, to freeing the tension from my limbs, and relieving the pressure heavy in my nuts. They feel like they weigh ten pounds each and fucking hurt when I walk too fast.

Blue Balls are real. I thought guys made that shit up as a ploy to get laid more often. It feels like I’m walking around with a cement block hanging from my dick and I have to keep from palming it every chance I get.

The blood barely returned to my brain when I see Carter walking through the doors on set, entering casually like she wasn’t just on her knees worshipping my cock a few minutes ago. How am I supposed to work now with that visual ingrained in my mind?

Her braids trailing down her back, her tongue dancing around my dick, and my hand on her throat feeling every movement. Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Stop thinking about it.

Think of drowning puppies.

Or sing the alphabet.

In reverse.

And in Spanish.

Our eyes meet and I know she was hoping they wouldn’t. She is trying to avoid me already, failing miserably since we work too closely together.

The definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. I am certifiably insane for thinking hooking up with someone through my job wouldn’t end in disaster. Now it’s just a matter of time until the shoe drops in the form of a leaked article with a captivating interview. Keeping myself away from her now is going to be the hardest part, other than my cock. I have had a taste of her, and let her get a taste of me, I’m not sure either of us will make it out alive.

My phone takes residence back in my pocket as I see Lacey emerging from wardrobe finally. Our makeup team is one of the best, yet I feel like I spot tear tracks down her porcelain face.

Don’t overstep.

It’s not your place.

She has other friends to talk to about that shit.

As if she could hear my mental turmoil, I spot Carter making her way to Lacey. I can see a heavy mix of anger and confusion weighing down her eyebrows and I wonder what she knows about Lacey.

How close are they? I know she is the type to take up friends like lost fucking puppies on the street. Hell, she has been working her way around our crew befriending everyone who will talk to her. I am still trying to decide if she makes friends like this outside of work or if it’s part of her plan to propel her career further and faster.

Lacey puts on a professional front and we get the shots we need with the updated list from today. If Ovis wants their proofs in time, they need to stop changing their fucking minds about shit. I am doing my best to keep up with their bouncy ball brains. They are worse than a woman trying to decide where she wants to go for dinner. Just pick a fucking place already!

I am thankful that Carter’s seat is behind me so I’m not constantly reminded of her lips around my cock earlier. Something about the way she so easily dropped to her knees in front of me. Fuck, stop thinking about it BK or you will be drowning puppies in your mind like a serial killer.

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