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See? I start trembling, anticipating, feeling the pulse between my legs.

Yes. I’ll make a creamy mess on my sheets for you

Daddy

Goddamn smokeshow

One day you’re going to choke on how much I want you right now

And I’ll proudly swallow every drop

This is what I mean. After a year of nothing but deep friendship and chaste chats, we’re diving deep into kinky talk and teasing each other into a frenzy.

But the time has come to end the torture.

I turn the key.

And when we get home

I press send, leaving him hanging because my hands start trembling. My heart is racing. I want Jace so much I’m almost afraid to feel it, to even text it.

Something this perfect can’t be real, can it?

My pause makes him worry.

Big guy

What?

You’re killing me baby

But ok

I’ll fucking die for you Vivian

I grab a breath.

Don’t die for me

And don’t go slow anymore

When we get home you have my permission

To fuck me Jace

I tuck my phone into my camera bag. I can’t look at his reply. I’ll save it for after I escape tonight’s event, and we can talk about it.

I mean it; I don’t want him to wait any longer.

I’m ready.

“I mean,who the fuck was he to fire me?” David fists the neck of a beer bottle, pointing at himself: the little god in yellow shoes. “I told him my energy was off. I didn’t care that there was a whole film crew waiting for me. I needed a break. I told him we could shoot the commercial another day, and then the Boomer fucking fired me.”

“Yeah.” I nod to the guys gathered around. “A break from workbeforewe work: it should be a human right.”

David scoffs at my sarcasm. “Like that fucker could find someone better than me. I have a hundred thousand followers.”

I tsk. “Yeah, finding blond surfers at the beach is tough. You sure showed him.”

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