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I roll, stretching my arms out to feel an empty space beside me. I frown, opening my eyes as I brush my hand over the cool blanket. A low burning fire crackles in the hearth, but it's the sound from behind me that grabs my attention. A smile curves my lips as the scents of bacon and coffee invades my senses.

Tugging the sheet to my chest, I sit up and search the open space for my missing bed buddy. It's not hard to locate him, as he's strutting across the room with a wooden tray, and he's only wearing an apron and a smile.

"Morning," he says, setting the tray across my legs. He reaches behind him and unties the apron, and my eyes fall down, unable to look away. He chuckles and moves to scoot in behind me on the pallet. "I made breakfast." His arms wrap around my waist and he kisses me on the cheek before propping his chin on my shoulder. "I'm not the best cook, but we need nourishment."

"It looks great," I respond, unable to wipe the smile from my face. "And I'm definitely drained."

He chuckles, and it's a husky, sexy sound. "I'll go easier next time."

"You absolutely will not," I say, snagging a piece of toast. "I'll get used to it."

"Even better." He places a slow open-mouthed kiss to my neck, and goosebumps travel down my torso and send a pulse of need flickering through me. "You can't imagine how …" He pauses, breathing heavily against my skin as he searches for the right words. "Freeing it is to share this intimacy with you. I haven't had sex outside the industry since I accepted the job."

I swallow my bite of egg, careful to keep my tone even. "How long?"

"Almost three years," he murmurs, his lips continuing their silent torture. "And I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I have had sex that wasn't being filmed. It's just that my ex was also in the industry."

I fight against the overwhelming pleasure that's pulsing through me as he gets back to his sinful ministrations, choosing instead to focus on his openness. "Is she your ex as in past, or is she your ex as in the reason you're here?"

His lips stop moving, and I want to kick myself. "The reason I'm here." They resume their perusal, and I'm ready to let this go, but he continues without any prompting from me. "The reason I joined the industry." Nip. Suck. "I was her willing little plaything." His teeth scrape against my shoulder, rougher than usual. "But no more, and I couldn't be happier. Being with you is real. It's honest. Watching you come undone beneath me is exquisite."

His words conquer me, and I push the tray away with urgency, flipping around to settle across his thighs. "I'm sorry she hurt you," I say, brushing a kiss across his lips. "But I'm sure she didn't deserve you anyway." I kiss him again, pressing a little harder and holding a little longer. "I don't understand why she'd want to share you with the world."

"Her family owns the production company." He grips my waist, running his hands up my ribcage and palming the sides of my breasts. "Once she met my package, she began nudging me to join her in the industry. She was sure they'd rake in the big bucks." He shrugs, his long lashes fluttering. "They did, and I think …" He pauses, sighing. "I think that's all she cared about."

"That can't be true," I respond, scooting closer so I can put my arms around him. "From what I've seen, you have a lot going for you that has nothing to do with the size of your cock." He smirks as the anaconda twitches between us. "It's only taken me a few days, so if she couldn't see that in three years, then fuck her."

"Feisty." He smashes his lips to mine at the same time as he urges my hips forward, bringing my center in contact with his super-sized cock. "So sexy," he rasps, pulling away. "Fuck her."

"Fuck me."


There is no EPOV, but I've already decided to add to it next Christmas, so maybe we'll do E then.

See you Monday :)