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  “Promise?”

  “Of course.”

  Even though we had only been officially dating for a few weeks, it was enough time for me to know that I wanted to see whatever it was between us play out.

  A knock sounded on my door, and I stood quickly. “Five-minute warning.”

  Walker stood. “Let’s go, baby. The quicker we get these scenes done, the faster we’ll get to perform our fake love scene. Then we can kiss all day.”

  I woke to the sound of waves crashing in the distance and a head between my legs.

  Walker’s head.

  It was still dark outside, but I didn’t look to see what time it was because the way he was licking and sucking my pussy was causing me to keep my eyes closed as I tilted my head back in pleasure.

  “Right there,” I moaned as his tongue hit my clit. “Harder.”

  He added his fingers, rubbing vigorously and bringing me closer and closer to coming. “I love that you love it hard and fast.”

  “Yes,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”

  I did love it hard and fast, but only because he got me off multiple times. If I knew that it was only going to be one time, I would want it sweet, slow, and passionate, but what woman only wants to get off one time? Not this girl.

  “Do I work your pussy better than Liza?”

  “It’s different.”

  He stopped his tongue and fingers. “How?”

  I shrugged. “Because when she—or anyone at Sensation—does it, it’s to turn others on, not me.”

  “What about when we were with her?” He rose onto his heels, and I glanced at the clock to see that we had thirty minutes before we needed to get up and go.

  “That was for you.”

  “For me?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. You said that your fantasy was to be with two women.”

  “My fantasy is you,” he countered.

  I rose onto my elbows to look at him better. “Really?”

  Walker leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. “Yes, really.”

  “Why? I’m no model.”

  He sighed. “I didn’t see the morning going like this.”

  “I’m sorry. You started it,” I teased.

  He lifted a shoulder. “Models aren’t necessarily marriage material.”

  The waves outside stopped. Or I no longer heard them as I stared at Walker. “You want to marry me?”

  He grunted. “Well, not right now, but I like what we have, and I don’t want it to end.”

  “Me too. But for the record”—I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers—“I felt weird being downstairs and having sex with someone else that night at Sensation, and the only way for us to be together was for me to talk to my boss and more or less lie to her—”

  “Her? I thought Savior was your boss?”

  “Well, he is, but Hannah, our executive coordinator, is my boss, and I had to get her approval because she coordinates all of the performances and who’s in the yellow room and stuff.”

  “Oh.” He blew out a breath. “Yeah, I was having a hard time, and that was why I came late.”

  “Well, I was having a hard time too, but then came up with the plan.”

  “Glad you did.”

  “Me too.”

  Walker grinned. “Can I go back to eating your pussy now?”

  I laughed. “Yes, you may.”

  And he did.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Walker

  I got the job.

  I’m not sure why Tiffany decided to hire me, but I’m grateful.

  I knock on her office door. “I have the mockups for Better than Biscotti.”

  She doesn’t look up from her computer. “Great. Just set the file on my desk.”

  I sit in the chair before her desk instead. “How are the folks?”

  Tiffany finally looks at me. “My folks?”

  “Your parents.”

  Her brows furrow. “They’re good.”

  “Why haven’t you come to the Christmas parties since that night?”

  I roll my eyes. “Because I live here now, and I have a steady job.”

  “Ah. Well, I was hoping you’d come to at least one over the last seven years.”

  “And why is that?”

  He grins. “Because we didn’t finish what we started before your dad walked in on us.”

  “Haven’t you moved on?”

  “Yes, but I’m single now. Are you?”

  “Do you think that’s an appropriate question to ask your boss?” I glare.

  I grin and stand. “Maybe not, but the office holiday party is next week, and you know what happens when you get around a Christmas tree.”

  “Cut!”

  I stared at the email from Sensation. Each year—give or take—Diamond members were sent an email asking if we had a fantasy to live out. Savior was all about satisfying everyone’s sexual desires. The problem was that mine were already met with Ayla.

  Dear Savior,

  I will be declining my opportunity this year.

  Sincerely,

  Walker

  I was about to hit the send button, but a thought occurred to me. If he were really a man who cared about his member’s fantasies and desires, he would make my idea come to fruition.

  I changed my email before hitting send.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Ayla

  I was trying to tell myself that Sensation was just a job, and having sex with co-workers and getting paid was just a way to pay the bills, but it was weird, to say the least.

  I left Walker’s house to drive to the mansion, knowing I was going to be intimate with someone else. It was the first time I was scheduled to participate in a Diamond member’s fantasy party, and I had no idea what was in store for me. I felt weird having sex with someone other than Walker, but I couldn’t quit. I needed the extra money, especially since “An Unexpected Christmas” was about to be done filming, and I would have to wait for royalty payments to come in once the movie premiered.

  I entered the performer’s changing room, expecting to see a room full of people, but Hannah was the only one in the room. “Hey,” I greeted her.

  “Hey, how are you?”

  “Good.” I smiled. “What’s the plan for tonight?”

  “It’s actually really low key. Just you and Zach doing your thing.”

  I sighed with relief as I sat my purse down. “Awesome.”

  “Also, the member wants you to be blindfolded as though you don’t know who’s pleasuring you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  Zach walked in, and I greeted him with a hug. “Hey, buddy.”

  “Hey, girl.”

  “Sounds like it’s just you and I tonight.”

  “Really?” He looked at Hannah.

  “Yeah, it’s a whole porn scene if I do say so myself.”

  “All right.” Zach agreed.

  “You two change, and I’ll fill you in on the request.”

  I sat on the couch in the parlor, wearing a black lace bra and matching panties, expecting to see the Diamond member waiting, but instead, the room was empty. Zach was supposed to come in, blindfold me, and then we would begin.

  Finally, a blindfold slipped over my eyes, and then Zach grabbed my hand, pulling me to stand. “Where are we going?” I asked because I’d thought the plan was to perform in the parlor.

  “Shh,” he replied, and we started to walk. I couldn’t tell where we were going until he said in a low voice, “Step up.”

  “We’re going upstairs?”

  “Shh,” he hissed again and then repeated for me to take a step up until we were at the top of the stairs. I wasn’t sure how far he led me down the hall, but he guided me into a bedroom and said, “Sit on the end of the bed.”

  I heard the door close a few moments later, and the rustling of what sounded like a jacket or coat being taken off. I assumed it was the member coming into the room and getting comfortable as they got ready to watch. Bein
g blindfolded was new to me. It reminded me of when I had Walker blindfold himself before I snuck into his room with Liza.

  Arms picked me up as though I were a bride and then set me farther back on the bed. A hand lightly pushed at my chest, and I laid back. Hannah had said that Zach would be in charge of how the sex would go, and I’d expected him to talk dirty to me so I at least knew what to do, but no words were spoken as he slid my panties down my legs and then ran his hand through my slit.

  I sucked in a breath, trying to act as though it felt good and arousing. “Harder,” I coxed. I didn’t know what was going to turn the member on, but I had to at least speak.

  Zach rubbed harder. It wasn’t the first time we’d slept together, but usually, it was scripted with what positions we were going to be doing and what not. It was like porn but more erotic because we were live. I was so confused why the member had chosen plain sex to watch since I knew Savior would create almost any fantasy a member desired, like the Cleopatra party I’d heard about.

  To each their own I supposed.

  Zach started to use his mouth on my pussy, and I smiled to myself because I knew it was his least favorite even though he was bi. If I had a dick, he would be sucking me like a popsicle at a fourth of July barbecue in Texas heat, though I had to hand it to him, the way he was licking and sucking and using his hand felt good. Instead of picturing my co-worker, I envisioned Walker making my juices flow … finger fucking me … making my back arch.

  “Harder,” I said again, needing to pretend to come, needing to get the scene over with so I could go home to Walker. If I were to fake it right away, it wouldn’t be believable. The problem was, I liked it hard and fast to get me off and ready for another, and I felt myself getting closer to actually coming which had never happened at Sensation before. It was as though Zach knew exactly where to touch, how hard and how fast to stroke, because a few moments later with the image of my man in my head, I came.

  Still, no words were spoken as I heard the rustling of clothes again, this time probably Zach’s pants. He took my legs and twisted until I understood that he wanted me on my belly. He straddled my legs and started kissing down the back of my neck, going down my back. I thought for a split second that I smelled Walker’s cologne, the scent of something tropical hitting my nose, but I brushed it off as my imagination.

  He unhooked my bra on his journey, kissing along my spine and then my ass. There was something in the way his lips felt against my skin that was familiar, and not because we’d had sex before. It was as though each press of his lips was genuine. As though he was enjoying the way my skin tasted and actually wanted to pleasure me.

  Zach’s tongue ran through my crack and down, licking my pussy from behind and then back up. He groaned as his tongue swirled around my puckered rim. I rose my hips, wanting more, needing more as I continued to pretend that it was Walker doing it and not Zach.

  Zach groaned as he continued to use his mouth on my tight hole, and it gave me pause. It didn’t sound like my co-worker. It sounded like Walker, but I wasn’t sure if that was my imagination because I wanted it to be him or because it was him. I couldn’t ask because if it wasn’t him, I would look like a fool. He added a finger to my pussy, and the touch felt different. It felt as though it was more than just acting, that Zach was trying to get me off for real, which made me think even more that it wasn’t Zach.

  “Take me now,” I panted, figuring I could tell if it was Walker or not.

  Whoever it was didn’t hesitate as he slid his dick against my slit. Walker always did that, as though he needed to see his dick playing with my pussy before he slid in. I moaned, arching my back as he drove into me. Just the way he was pumping into me was like Walker.

  I needed to know.

  I moved forward, making him slip out of me, and while I was still blindfolded, I turned around and reached for the person. My hands felt his hard chest, and I grinned, knowing for sure that the person was bigger than Zach.

  “I know it’s you,” I stated, touching his strong jaw.

  “Who?” he whispered, and I felt him grin against my fingers.

  “Tim,” I replied using his screen name from our movie.

  “And what’s your name, baby?” He didn’t whisper, and I knew, for a fact, that it was Walker.

  “Tiffany.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Do you like younger men, Tiffany?”

  “Only those I have a secret office rendezvous with.” I was referring to stuff we hadn’t filmed yet but had gone over in our table read.

  “Oh? That sounds promising.”

  “Can I see you now?” I asked.

  Walker lifted the blindfold from my eyes, and before I could say anything, he kissed me, leaning me back on the bed and him on top of me. “Now, show me what you do to your employees.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Walker

  I loved seeing Ayla at my place, whether it be on my deck soaking up the sun, in my bed, on my couch watching TV, or in my kitchen as we cooked dinner together.

  I never thought I would be dating someone who worked at a sex club, and I was still having apprehensions about it, but I couldn’t fault her because I was a member myself. We’d had a love-hate relationship to start, but now I knew that I loved her. I had no desire to be with anyone else, not even at Sensation.

  “Move in with me,” I blurted as I watched her sauté chunks of chicken.

  She stopped what she was doing and turned to me slowly. “Move in with you?”

  I beamed. “Yeah.”

  “That’s a big step, babe.”

  I pulled her into my arms. “I know, but we’ve been spending all of our free time together here, and I like what we have.”

  She looked up at me. “I like it too.”

  “Then move in with me.”

  She blew out a breath and waved her arm around. “I can’t afford to live here.”

  “Why not?” I let her go and leaned against the counter.

  “Because I’m barely making it now with rent and bills. Once we wrap on “An Unexpected Christmas,” I’ll just have Sensation again.”

  “Yeah, and if you moved in here, you wouldn’t have rent.”

  “Of course, I would.”

  “Why?” I furrowed my brows.

  “I can’t just live here for free.” She returned to stirring the chicken as we continued talking.

  “Sure, you can.”

  “I know you’re a big Hollywood actor and don’t have money problems, but I can’t live here for free. I can’t mooch off of you.”

  “I can think of something else you can do off of me,” I teased.

  “Walker!” she hissed.

  I chuckled. “Sorry, but it’s true, and”—I went on as she opened her mouth to argue—“if you want to pay me rent, then we can come up with an agreement, but I don’t want your money. I just want you here, in my bed each night, with me.”

  “Are you serious?”

  I pulled her to me again, needing to touch her any way that I could. When I told her that she was marriage material, I meant it. I honestly couldn’t imagine my life without her, and it was surreal to me. “Yes, baby. I’m falling in love with you, and I want to live with you.”

  Her beautiful brown eyes widened. “You’re in love with me?”

  “Um, yeah,” I mocked playfully.

  Ayla beamed. “I love you, too.”

  “Yeah?” I questioned.

  She nodded. “Yeah.”

  I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the moment and needing to show her that I did love her. “Then say yes. Move in with me.”

  She stared at me for a few beats before saying, “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

  Before I realize it, Tiffany and I are kissing in the elevator.

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask.

  “Shut up,” she says.

  We’ve been flirting here and there in the office, and tonight is our office holiday party. One drink too many, and we’re fe
eling each other up under the table, and then she’s dragging me to the elevator.

  “Cut!”

  The elevator dings and Tiffany leads me to her office, closing and locking the door behind her. Our clothes go flying, and I pick her up, placing her on her desk. She’s in her bra and panties only, and I’m in my slacks.

  And I’m hard.

  “Are you sure about this?” I ask her one more time.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  I unbutton my pants, and she reaches in, taking my dick in her hand and stroking it.

  “I need you,” she pants.

  “Music to my ears.”

  She raises slightly, and I pull her panties down and step forward, not wasting any time as I enter her.

  Unlike our conversation about having sex for real while filming, Ayla and I weren’t really having sex. We were just going through the motions. But I was hard. How could I not be when it came to this woman?

  Ayla and I went at it until Mike yelled, “Cut!”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Ayla

  I was going to move in with Walker Payne. How did that happen? I had to admit that when he’d first asked me, I didn’t think he was serious. We were spending every night together, but I just didn’t think he would want to jump into something that was a big deal so soon.

  When he told me that he was falling in love with me, I thought my world had stopped. I wasn’t expecting those words to come out of his mouth, but I loved hearing them.

  And I loved him.

  As I parked in the parking lot at the studio next to Walker’s car, my cell rang. “Hi, Angela,” I greeted my agent.

  “Hey, Ayla. How are you doing?”

  I smiled, thinking about Walker. “Really well. How are you?”

  “I’m well, and I have news.”

  “Oh?” I perked up.

  “I scheduled you for an audition for a drama TV show.”