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“Maybe,” she responded.

An idea hit me. I recalled what she told me once. How she could get off just watching porn. We’d never discussed it again, but suddenly, I needed to see that more than I needed anything else. I pulled her forward, sliding in behind and settling her between my legs. Using my feet, I opened her legs, wrapping an arm around her and holding her tight to my chest. I grabbed the remote and restarted the movie.

“I want to watch,” I murmured in her ear.

“With me?” she breathed.

“No, I want to watch you watch them. I want to see you come.”

“I don’t know if I can with you here.”

“You can, baby. I’ll help.”

She whimpered a little as I grazed my fingers across her breasts, finding her nipples tight and hard.

“You’re so turned on, aren’t you?”

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the screen. I slid a finger between her legs, feeling the dampness of the cotton that covered her.

“Oh baby, let’s see you go.”

The movie was more sensual than dirty. More artistic than porn. But she liked it. I tugged her legs open wider, letting my hand cup her. She pushed back into me, my growing erection trapped between us. Her hands moved restlessly on my legs, gripping at the material. Her breathing became choppy, sounding harsh in the room. As the woman on the screen began moaning, her lover’s face between her legs, Mila’s body stiffened, her back arching. Her toes curled, and she whimpered in her release. I watched her, fascinated at the flush on her cheeks and her body’s response to the stimulus. I slipped my finger inside her underwear, finding her hard clit. She gasped as I stroked her, another orgasm bearing down on her. She cried out, riding my hand, turning her head so I could capture her mouth in a searing kiss.

I gentled my touch, withdrawing my hand, but my little spitfire wasn’t done. She turned, pulling off my shirt and yanking down her underwear.

“Down,” she begged, tugging on my legs.

I slouched, letting her pull off my shorts. Then she slung her legs over mine, presenting me with a glorious view of her back and ass. She guided me inside and rode me, reverse cowgirl style, her eyes still on the screen. She was tight from this angle, and I gripped her hips, guiding her. Listening to her noises. The catch in her throat. The raspiness of her voice. The way she tightened around me.

“Jesus, baby, yes. Again,” I demanded, sitting up and burying my face into her neck. “Ride me until you come.”

Then my world exploded, and I clutched her harder. Thrust deeper. Heard her cry out one more time before going limp and quiet in my arms. I turned off the TV, no longer wanting the images.

I helped her climb off, her legs shaky. I pulled her back into my embrace and lay down, taking her with me.

“No more porn watching without me,” I said. “But that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, baby.”

She mumbled something unintelligible. I kissed her head. “Are you inspired now?”

She nodded, already drifting.

“Sleep, Shortcake. You can write it out later. If you need more inspiration, or a reminder, I’m right here.” I paused. “It’s a hard job,” I stated. “But someone has to do it.”

She tried to slap my chest and snort. She managed neither, her hand sort of waving in the air and her snort of derision more like a snore.

I kissed her head, loving her. Every part of her.

* * *

FOURTEEN MONTHS LATER

I stepped into the elevator, Tom following me.

“Good day,” he muttered. “Lots of positive reviews and comments. Great job with the interviews.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Thanks for being here.”

He clapped me on the shoulder. “Of course.”