“No, I’m not!”
Her shoulders were trembling, and she held her notebook so hard against her chest that the cover bent. “I’m changing mytopic. I’ll write about something else. I’ll make something up if I have to. I shouldn’t have said yes to this. It was a mistake.”
Before I could stop myself, I moved toward her. I caught her wrist with my hand and grounded her in place. “You’re not changing your topic,” I said. “You’ll write about this. About me. About what we do here.”
Her brows furrowed, confused and furious all at once as she tried to pull her arm away. “Why? So you can use me as your new toy to get off?”
“No. Because that’s not what your essay is supposed to be about. You said it yourself. You want to write about the production side of my world. So do that.”
“I can’t,” she bit out.
“Why not?”
“Because!” She finally pulled her hand from mine, but I reached for it again and took another step toward her, pushing her against the wall behind her. Her notebook and pen fell to the ground with a thud.
“Tell me why you don’t want to continue this, Lana. Come on, give me one good reason.”
Her breathing became faster, with her chest rising and falling, while her eyes stayed on mine. Her head was tilted back, and her body was tense.
“No? Can’t give me a reason?” My face was close to hers. “Then I will give you one.”
I guided her hand down, making her cup my cock. Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened before a hint of excitement flashed through them. My voice dropped low. “I need you in there. Feel this? I’m hard because of you, and you didn’t even have to touch me to make this happen.”
Her fingers twitched like she wanted to pull away, but she didn’t. Instead, I made her squeeze me, pressing her fingersaround my hardness. That felt fucking nice. Better than anyone’s mouth around it.
“No other woman has made me this hard in the past week,” I said quietly. “Not Madison. Not Kira. None of the girls.”
Her eyes lowered to my chest, and she swallowed hard as my words sank in.
“Callan,” she whispered, pleading now.
“Look at me.” I kept my voice low and squeezed her hand again. I couldn’t help it, but her touch was what kept me sane. And I hated using her for this, but I knew in the end we’d both benefit from it. As selfish as it sounded, I needed her to just give in to me.
Her eyes were back on mine. They were filled with raw emotions that told me all I needed to know. She was enjoying this, but she’d never admit to it. That was fine with me.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, or how, but I need you in there.”
“I distracted you,” she managed to croak out. This time, it was her moving her hand on her own. Her palm pressed against my cock, and her fingers curled around it.
“You didn’t distract me,” I murmured, pushing my hips forward. “I refused to acknowledge that your presence would help me through that scene.”
“You had two girls sucking your cock,” she said. This time, her voice was steadier.
“Yeah, and I wished it was your mouth around my cock.” I lifted my hand from hers and wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her against me tighter while she kept her hand on me.
“Don’t say that,” she whispered.
“It’s the truth. And you know it because you’re not oblivious or naïve. You want honesty, right? That’s what this is. I can fake a lot of things on camera, but not that. You were thereason I couldn’t finish. You’re also the reason I’ll be able to, next time.”
She shook her head, but it wasn’t convincing. Her pulse jumped at the base of her throat, and her hand stayed exactly where I wanted it. “This isn’t right.”
“No?” I chuckled and moved one hand to her ass, squeezing it tight while I cupped the back of her head with the other. “But it feels right. You’re curious. And I can tell not just by your hand still on my cock. You came here to write about this world. You wanted the truth, the real side of it—”
“About production,” she interrupted, her face tight.
“So write about that. Don’t turn away now just because it feels uncomfortable.”
Her eyes flicked over my shoulder and lingered there before looking at me again. “You think it will be easy for me? Knowing that you’ll only be able to fuck and come in those girls because I’m in the room with you? It’s sick, Callan, and I don’t want to be part of this game.”
