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“Oh yeah?” She gets to her feet and slips the hair tie off her wrist before pulling her hair up into a messy bun.

I turn in my chair as she approaches, expecting her to crawl into my lap. Instead, she shocks the shit out of me by dropping to her knees in front of me.

“If you like watching me work…” She pushes my knees open and moves closer. “You’re going to love this.”

And she’s fucking right, I will. She opens my fly and slips her hand inside, pulling out my hard cock. Leaning over me, she swirls her tongue around the tip, making me groan.

“Jesus, I think coming to work with you is going to be my new favorite thing to do.”

“Speaking of new favorite things to do…” She winks before she bends down and slides my cock into her mouth.

I’m pretty sure my eyes cross, and my brain short circuits for a second. It comes online quickly, though, when that wicked tongue of hers drags up the underside of my shaft. It’s enough to make something inside me snap. I cup her face and thrust into her willing mouth, taking control away from her as I feed her every inch of my cock. She gags a little, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Trusting her to let me know if it’s too much, I pull back to the tip before thrusting forward once more. Once I’m sure she’s okay with this, I tighten my grip and fuck her face with short sharp strokes. I take everything I need from her, and she lets me.

Tears run down her face, but she looks so serene that it somehow makes the whole thing seem even more like debauchery.

“Your lips wrapped around my cock is the stuff of dreams,” I growl as she hums around me. I feel my balls tighten with the need to come, but I fight it back, not ready for it to be over just yet.

“Do you have any idea how many men would love to be me right now?”

She blinks up at me, her expressive eyes glossy with tears, and something inside me unravels.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on. You want me to pull out?” I hiss through clenched teeth.

Her answer is to grab my ass and pull me farther in as she sucks me harder. With a curse, I come down her throat as she swallows me down. How I manage to stay on my feet, I don’t know.

She grabs the base of my cock and pulls her mouth free, looking up at me as she licks her lips. She tucks me away, looking proud of herself. And so she should. I reach down and pick her up, sliding my hand under her ass as she wraps her legs aroundmy hips. I kiss her, tasting myself on her tongue, before there’s a knock at the door.

I close my eyes and growl. “I didn’t get to eat my dessert.”

She nips my lip with her teeth before sliding her legs down. I have no choice but to put her on her feet.

“Rain check.”

“Absolutely.”

The knock sounds again, making me sigh. “I’m not gonna lie. The lifestyles of the rich and famous are not like I thought they would be.”

She laughs as she heads to the door, leaving me to stare at her ass as she walks away.

Chapter Twenty-Six

MATILDA

I wish I could say the days eased up after that, but mostly we just adjusted to the chaos. After months of going at breakneck speed, we’re both ready for a much-needed rest.

Today has felt exceptionally long. I feel I’ve barely had a second to breathe, but that’s what I signed up for. I wanted to take the least amount of time to film as possible. That means long hours, but it gives the studio less time to come to its senses and pull out or for us to run into snags elsewhere. Of course, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and we ended up having a few delays anyway, thanks to a couple of minor issues. But so far, it’s been nothing I couldn’t handle.

“And cut.” After I say that, a bell rings as people relax and abandon their posts. “Good job, everyone. You’re making this look far too easy.”

I get a couple of chuckles as Aiden heads my way with a hot chocolate from craft services. My budget might be small, but taking care of my cast and crew is important, especially when I’m putting them through their paces.

“Thank you. You don’t know how much I need this.”

“I have no idea how you drink that stuff in this heat.”

“The same way you eat curry or soup,” I tease.

Aiden shakes his head and drinks his bottle of water as my AD comes over to ask me something. I nod along, only half listening. When the AD walks away with a grin, I sigh, wondering what I just agreed to.