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“Damn.” With her pussy throbbing around him, he climaxed against her womb.

She’d said it hadn’t been like this for her before.

Same was true for him.

He ached for her in a way he never had with any woman. Even his wife.

For years, he’d gone without regular sex.

Until now, he hadn’t missed it.

With Brandy, the more he was with her, the more he wanted.

As he inhaled the fresh scent of peaches that lingered on her hair and felt the flutter of her pulse, he knew one thing for certain.

He didn’t want to share her.

Which left him…

Where, exactly?

Chapter Twenty

Several times a month, Niles spent a considerable amount of time shooting videos.

With the magic of cameras, he created a compelling, sex-infused illusion for their subscribers. It was fantasy, and there was rarely a connection between any of the participants.

Many were friends away from the set and often went for a drink or food afterward. Everyone he worked with was a professional.

They showed up ready to work, not have an illicit affair.

So he knew the same was true for Brandy when she subbed at the Den.

She enjoyed what she did, liked the money, had responsibilities to take care of.

But he wanted to be the only man fucking her.

The idea of watching other men force her to kneel, chain her to a wall, paddle her ass, or whip her ripe breasts made fire churn in his belly.

He didn’t have the right to ask her to quit and he was a possessive, selfish bastard for even entertaining the thought.

But there it was.

Raw truth.

He wanted Brandy as his.

Mine. Only mine.

So what in the fresh, fucking hell was he going to do about it?

* * * *

When Niles awakened on Sunday morning, Brandy was outside on the balcony, a cup of coffee nearby on the small metal table.

She had pulled her bare feet up onto the chair and was using her knees as a table of sorts for a pad of paper.

From where he stood inside the sliding glass door, he watched her.

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