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“And he gets paid for that?”

“Apparently.”

I knocked off my wine and held up my glass. “That calls for another drink. Sorry, but I have to break my word. You okay with that or should I go? Believe me, I don’t want to, but I will if that’s what you want. Dang, but what you just laid on me has me curious as hell. What’ll it be?”

She stared at me for a moment, her grin turning warm and sexy once again.

“Sure,” she said, as she drank down the last of her wine as well. My heart melted as I took her glass.

“Porn star. Now that’s an occupation I hadn’t ever thought of while I was struggling financially, playing my music and getting nowhere. How the hell did that happen? Please don’t tell me this town has some sort of porn underground.”

She chuckled. “Not that I know of. Sweet Whiskey might be quirky, and the folks might have an open mind about certain things, but underground porn isn’t on their radar. His porn career is happening in LA. If I could believe his story, at first someone recorded him and his woman without his knowledge. The idea of someone secretly recording something so intimate, horrified me. Not Johnny Gilbert, that was his name. Once he saw himself on camera, he liked it. So, when they made him a good offer for more of the same, he took it.”

A lightbulb went on inside my head while I was busy refilling our glasses. “You’re Camera Girl!”

I blurted it out without even thinking how she might react.

Fortunately, as I walked back in the room with our wine, I saw the shy grin on her face. “Austin told you? I’m so embarrassed.”

When she reached up for the glass, her round breasts moved under her shirt, and this time, my dick reacted to the visual. It didn’t help that her nipples poked through the fabric. I wanted to suck each one deep into my mouth, as I held both breasts in my hands at once.

The visual was almost more than I could take, and when she shifted her legs on the sofa, I could only imagine what her sweet pussy would look like in that position if she were naked. I told my dick to stand down, but it wasn’t listening.

What the fuck…

The wine was getting to me, and I’d only had one glass. What the hell would happen when I finished the second?

Liberty 10

Boone took his seat in his chair across from me, and I could tell he was doing his best not to come onto me, even though the wine had gone directly to my head, and I wanted him to ravage me.

He sipped his wine, placed the glass down on the end table next to him, and said, “Austin didn’t give me any of the details of what… well… didn’t happen, but you should know he loves to give folks his own unique name.”

“Yep, that’s me. Camera Girl. I hate the whole idea of someone recording me without my knowledge, and doing it during sex, that just turns my stomach.”

“I would never do that. You’re safe with me.”

I was about to take a sip of my wine, but that stopped me cold. “Safe? Safe how? Certainly not from turning you on. If you think I haven’t noticed the bulge in your pants, you’d be fooling yourself.”

My eyes brushed across his crotch, and I liked what I saw.

Down, girl!

Instinctively, he put a hand over his dick to cover himself. “Sorry, but if you’re going to sit like that, I’m going to react.”

“Good to know,” she said but didn’t change positions. “Now, where were we?”

“So, you’re not going to close your legs?”

“Should I?”

“If you don’t, I might have to come over there.”

“And do what?”

“Are you toying with me, Miss Liberty?”

I let out a sigh. He was grinning now, and he had a panty-dropping smile… not that I was wearing any. I didn’t like underwear in bed. My whole plan of mixing business and pleasure quickly floated out the window, and part of me wanted to help it along.

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