She asked me not to stop. And who am I to deny her?

I don’t stop. I use my mouth to show her how badly I want her—how badly I need her. Sucking, licking, biting.

And when her legs shake, I still don’t let up. Her fingernails grip my scalp. I can tell how close to the edge she is.

And I shove her right over.

She cries out as her body bows off the bench, and my free hand shoots up to cover her mouth. I want to hear her make that noise over and over again.

I hold her there, still going, wanting to draw out her pleasure for as long as I can before I have to go back out there and pretend I have eyes for anyone other than the woman stretched out before me right now.

“Mm,” she murmurs before her body goes soft.

I watch her. Pink cheeks. Glassy eyes. Damp skin.

She looks thoroughly sated, and it makes me feel like a king. Making her feel good is a high I’ve never felt before.

She throws an arm over her face with a contented sigh and a disbelieving giggle. “I might owe you one for that.”

I pull my fingers from her, loving the sight of her slick, puffy, pink pussy before me. It makes me want to throw caution to the wind. Rip off my belt and impale her on my cock. Listen to her scream my name over and over again.

But I can’t. Not here. Not now.

“No, doll,” I drop a kiss on her thigh. “That was all for me.”

I’m not lying. I needed that. Needed her. To feel… us.

Suddenly, the reality of it all feels heavy. It feels real. It feels like the thing I’ve been avoiding.

If nothing else, it’s exactly what we agreed we would not do.

But with her, my willpower is trash. I’m not sure why I bothered trying when everything with her feels completely inevitable. Like it’s meant to be.

We’re meant to be.

Still kneeling, I reach for her jeans as she sits up.

“Sorry,” I mutter, slipping her ankles into her pants.

She laughs. “No, you’re not.”

I grin now, staring at her legs as I attempt to get her dressed again. When I finally peek up at her face, she looks… lighter somehow. Happy. And that makes breaking all my rules worth it.

“No, I’m not,” I finally confess with a wink.

“That was—”

“Hot as hell and also dangerous as fuck.” I glance over my shoulder, hoping against hope that no one heard us or is figuring out that we’re locked in here together. “I have to get back.” Regret tinges my voice as I turn my attention to her.

She stares at me with a soft smile on her lips. She’s fucking perfect. Too perfect for me. Too good to be true.

But I don’t tell her that. I just push up and kiss her, taking her mouth with a gentleness that doesn’t match the way I just took the rest of her.

“See you out there,” I say, drawing away even though I don’t want to.

It’s only when I’ve reached the door that she hisses, “Wait!”

When I turn, she’s looking around herself, searching for something. “My panties are missing.”

“No, they’re not.” I reach back, removing them from my pocket with one quick tug.

They dangle from my pointer finger.

Her eyes widen. “Give them back.”

“No chance. These are mine now. Let’s call them a souvenir.” Her jaw drops open as I toss her a cocky wink and push them into my jeans.

“You can’t just—”

“What? Go out there and continue recording with your underwear in my pocket? Watch me.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I just turn and walk back to the set, only thinking about the fact that she wants a repeat performance.

Hands slung casually in my pockets, panties pinched between my fingers, I announce to the cast and crew, “Sorry, looked everywhere and couldn’t find any spurs.”

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CHAPTER 29

Julia

Julia

Need to run something past you.

Emmett

In person?

Julia

Yes. Where are you?

Emmett

Is this code for you want me to go down on you again like yesterday?

Julia

We’re really excelling at keeping it professional, huh?

Emmett

I’ve never excelled at professionalism, to be honest. But I promise not to eat your pussy again.

Emmett

This morning.

Emmett

Maybe later, though. If you’re lucky.

Julia

That was a onetime thing, remember? Now tell me where you are.

Emmett

Barn office, going over a couple of contracts for Parker.

Julia

Be there in twenty minutes. I’ll try to wear something that will keep your mind out of the gutter.

Emmett

Doll, that outfit doesn’t exist.

I woke up to an email from Richard telling me to double-check the set and make sure nothing is out of place for tonight’s elimination ceremony. I already know it’s perfect because I manage this location with neurotic precision. After all, it’s my cover for spending more time around Emmett.

But the final line of “don’t let me down” read an awful lot like a threat. So here I am, checking the setup at the bunkhouse. Flowerpots watered, and their contents deadheaded. The trellis and archway set exactly the way they need to be for filming. Everything in order, as expected.

This is also my way of stalling on the second request in that email from the big boss. The part where he wants me to book Emmett for a bull-riding demo at a local rodeo. Richard believes it will make him “even more irresistible” to the women on the show and to the viewers. And while I don’t disagree, I do know that, thanks to Carl, Emmett’s feelings around the local rodeo circuit might be… complicated.

So my plan is to check in with him on that—uncomfortable as it might be. But first things first.

I knock on the open screen door as I pop my head in the front door of the bunkhouse. “Hello, ladies,” I call out as I step into the living room.

Jada, Akira, and Catherine are hanging out in the living room. Jada has Akira’s foot in her lap and is painting her toenails. Catherine is seated close by with her feet in a footbath.

“Julia!” Jada greets me with genuine enthusiasm and a welcoming smile. She’s usually dressed to the nines, but today she’s slouched back in a matching sweatsuit with her cornrow braids pulled up into a high ponytail. “Come hang out! We’re doing pedicures for each other, and I just used this toothpick to draw a dick on Akira’s big toe.”

Akira shoots me a dramatic disapproving look, but the slight twitch of her lips gives away her smothered amusement.

Catherine waves me in. “She really did. Come see.”

I slip off my shoes and pad across the floor, grinning.

Sure enough, Akira’s biggest toenail is painted a pale pink and layered on top, in darker pink, is a tiny cock and balls.

“Wow,” I breathe, genuinely impressed. “It’s even anatomically correct. Are those little dots supposed to be hair on the ballsack?”

Jada’s shoulders shimmy proudly while Akira’s head flops back on a pillow with an embarrassed groan. “Damn right they are!”

“Want to match, Julia?” Akira asks. “I bet Jada would be happy to give you dick-toes too.”

I snort a laugh as Catherine dissolves into giggles. Akira and Jada grin at each other, and I soak in the moment’s genuine affection.