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“Are you oiled?” I ask in awe, my gaze trailing down his stomach. It takes considerable effort not to touch. “So slippery.”

Teddy opens the door to Studio 1 with a flourish. “This is us.”

I walk inside, my head on a swivel. In the massive, high-ceilinged room, prep for filming is already underway. There’s a pseudo-construction set off along one side, the detail astounding. Crew members are walking about, wheeling cameras into place or connecting wires for lighting. There’s someone with a clipboard directing a few assistants. And standing off to the side, looking through a script, is Emil.

“Hey,” Teddy says, heading his way.

Emil looks up, giving Teddy a smile. His expression shifts to curiosity when he sees me trailing after my slutty construction worker of a husband.

“Mind if Kipp hangs out in the wings for filming today?” Teddy asks Emil. “Jerome okayed it, but if it’d make you uncomfortable, he can watch from a viewing room.”

“Oh, no,” Emil says quickly, fidgeting with his glasses. “That’s, uh, totally fine. I don’t mind. Not at all. Nope.”

As Emil blushes, Teddy gives me a grin.

“All right,” Jerome booms, entering the room. The door shuts behind him with a click, and he stalks forward, total DILF material in dark jeans and a leather jacket. “We ready to get this show on the fucking road? Felix? Teddy?”

Niko told me how Jerome only refers to his performers by their stage names. And how yelling is his default. Not gonna lie, the dude is a mite bit scary.

“Ready,” Emil answers.

Teddy turns to me. “Good?”

“So good,” I assure him, giving a thumbs-up.

He huffs a laugh, eyes flicking down to my crotch for a moment. “Remember what I said?”

How could I forget? While I’m watching him, he’ll be thinking about me. More specifically, the thong he dressed me in.

“Yep,” I squeak.

Teddy nods, giving my shoulder a squeeze before following Emil onto the set.

Jerome faces me, lowering his voice but not by much. “No talking. No moaning. No touching yourself. Got it?”

I nod quickly.

He points to a spot behind him where there’s a chair. “You’re there.” Facing the room at large, he shouts, “Let’s do this. Places, everyone.”

Heart pounding, I take a seat. Teddy finds me, giving me a wink before focusing on his work. I smile so wide I’m pretty sure my cheeks will be aching for the rest of that day.

Worth it.

“Aaand,” Jerome shouts, “action.”

Chapter 21

Teddy

When I wake before my alarm, it’s to a horny Kipp attached to my side. I’m not even sure whether or not he’s awake until he looks up at my face, eyes open and hazy.

My smile is immediate, chest warm as I run a hand through his bedhead. “The two orgasms last night didn’t wear you out, sweetheart?”

I spent the better part of the evening after we got back from the studio edging Kipp until he was a mumbling, pliant mess on my sheets. I couldn’t blame him for being so excited. So was I. Having him at the studio was a rush I didn’t anticipate would hit so hard. It was thrilling, knowing he was watching me in that tiny leather thong of his. Knowing he was hard for me and waiting.

Undressing him was satisfying, like unwrapping a gift. So was making him come. The first time was from my hand after a slow, slow jerk off that had him spurting as high as his chin. The second round included my tongue up his ass and him spread out, dazed and gorgeous. My beautiful doll.

I came across his ass cheeks right after.

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