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His attention landed on my extra-tight jeans that hugged my full, round butt like they’d been tailor made for me. He unzipped them and inched them down. The feel of his hands on my hips drove me wild, but I still couldn’t let the camera thing go.
“I don’t. There might be,” he whispered, right before he crushed his lips on mine again. I loved how his mouth felt on mine, like we’d done this before, and he knew how to make me swoon.
Oh, baby!
The kiss felt soft and luscious, and the scruff on his chin reminded me how much I loved kissing a guy with facial hair.
Sexy as hell.
Johnny had always been clean shaven.
I wanted to fall into his kiss, get lost in the moment, drink him in like a delicious bitter dark beer, but I couldn’t stop thinking about someone watching us.
“You mean someone might be watching us right now? We could be someone’s porn?”
My drenched lady parts that ached for him, was a mere millimeter away from being exposed, and I could only imagine what his fingers would feel like as he ran them between my swollen folds, or what his cock, which was also only a breath away from being freed from his jeans, would feel like deep inside me. He’d already slipped a condom from his pocket and had torn the package open with his teeth.
Instead, our momentum came to an abrupt and undesirable halt, as he stopped tugging on my jeans. He stared into my eyes, tilting his head a bit to be more on my level. “I thought you wanted this?”
I ran a hand through the back of his silky black hair. I was so wet for him, I could float away, but I was also flashing on watching Johnny with so many other women, I’d lost count.
Was I just as bad?
So, okay, I wasn’t on a porn site, at least I didn’t think I was. What if the perv who was recording this was sending it directly to an underground site? Or worse still, what if one of Austin’s assistants was recording it for later use?
Could happen.
“I do. I absolutely want this. Just not… well… not here.”
“We can move over to the couch, if you’d be more comfortable,” he said, sounding a bit concerned about this happening.
I gazed over at the sofa at the far end of the room. It looked like the perfect place to have sex, wide and comfy.
“Is that area camera free?” I couldn’t help the words tumbling out of my mouth. It felt as if I was now purposely sabotaging this incredible moment. Everything in me wanted this, craved this moment, told me to shut the fuck up, but I couldn’t do it.
It felt as if there were two people inside me struggling to get control, and the crazy-ass camera freak was winning.
“What?” His forehead furrowed. I suspected that a furrowed forehead during sex wasn’t a particularly good sign, especially on the guy.
“How do we know there’s not a camera pointing at the couch?”
He stared at me for another moment, smirking as if what I’d just said was so ridiculous that he couldn’t believe I’d said it. Somehow, I had the feeling that Austin Sentry had never encountered a woman like me before, or a situation like this before. Not that I didn’t think he’d fucked his share of women in this back room… I did… so the likelihood of a camera was way out there.
Right?
Still, I couldn’t let it go.
“This isn’t going to work,” he finally said, leaning away from me. “I should get back. I’m already cutting it close to starting the next set.”
He pulled my jeans back up, then zipped them for me, took a couple of steps back, and zipped up his own jeans.
I felt deflated, defeated, and a little nutty for having brought up the camera thing in the first place, but… well… I couldn’t help it. My world had been ripped out from under me, and I was doing my best to adjust.
“I… um… if you knew the kind of week I’m having…”
“Yeah. Well. Let’s not add to it. Shall we?” Then he helped move me away from the door while I fastened my bra and buttoned up my silky shirt. Once I finished, he opened the door, waited for me to walk out ahead of him, and we both silently made our way out front. We never said another word. It felt as though nothing had happened. As though we were merely two strangers who happened to be taking the same path. It was both crushing and frustrating at the same time. He bounded up the small staircase, and I walked out from behind the black side curtain with the burly security guy standing in front of it.
I knew he was watching me, but I couldn’t even look him in the eye. Instead, I merely walked right past him and tried to blend into the crowd.
