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“Not until you’re at your breaking point, no.”

“Huh.” I moved away from him and folded my arms against my chest. “Not until I’m at my breaking point? Is that right?”

“That’s right.”

“In that case, let’s see who breaks first.” I shrugged. “You think you’re so perfectly composed, but I bet you’ll be the one begging for me by the end of the night.”

“Is that a challenge I hear in your voice, baby?” Jacob chuckled. “That’s so fucking cute.”

“We’ll see who gets the last laugh.” I playfully scoffed. “You Dom types always think you’re the only ones who can take charge. But it’s my turn now.”

“Oh, Leo.” Jacob sighed, wistfully. “I am so going to enjoy it when you come to me on your hands and knees, begging me to fuck you until you can barely breathe.”

Just then, my breath caught in my throat, as the thought of Jacob pumping away inside of me struck me with a desperate desire. I even felt my cock responding to the idea of it all, twitching behind my boxers, hardening against my will. Jacob looked down at my crotch, a wicked smile coming across his face as I was sure he noticed that I was already getting hard for him.

“Don’t,” I murmured, placing a hand over my cock, hiding it from Jacob’s view.

“I’m not doing anything, baby,” Jacob murmured back, a flash of hunger in his eyes. “But you should finish getting ready. You have a photoshoot to direct.”

I nodded before I walked away from the doorway, half-convinced that Jacob and I were both about to immediately lose our bet with each other.

“So?What are you thinking for today’s shoot, boss?” Tommy was sitting across from me in the café. “Anything come to you last night?”

Here it was. The moment of truth.

The moment when I had to admit that I truly had no idea what the next photoshoot was going to be. Despite my best efforts, I hadn’t really been able to come up with much, and certainly nothing that I’d be proud to show Tommy or the rest of the photography team.

“Oh, you know, just the usual.”

“Just the usual?” Tommy leaned in, like he wanted to soak in my every word.

His eagerness to hear what I had to say was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Fine, Tommy! I don’t have anything! Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“What? Why would I want to hear that?” Tommy frowned. “We’re on the same team, boss. If things go wrong with this photoshoot, it’s going to come down on my head, too.”

“I know. You’re right. I’m sorry for taking my shit out on you.” I nodded toward the coffee station. “You want me to get you something to drink? I could also get you a plate of whatever Bradley’s cooking up for breakfast.”

“No, thanks. The only thing I want cooked up is a plan for how to fix this.”

“Right, you’re right again.” I let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe we should look online for inspiration?”

“Did someone say inspiration?” Diego appeared seemingly out of nowhere and took a seat at the table next to me.

“You got something to pitch, Diego? Because we’re all ears.” Tommy turned toward him.

But Diego quickly shook his head. “No. Not a pitch for an idea. A pitch for how togetan idea.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I follow, either, Diego,” I added. “What are you talking about right now?”

“Pass the ball!” Diego shouted as he stood up from the table. “Pass the ball! Chris! Andrew! Keith!”

The rest of the guys hurried down the hall, not stopping until they were standing in front of our table.

“Pass the ball? Who needs us to pass the ball?”

“Leo, our fearless leader. And Tommy, our captain who will go down with his ship.” Diego pointed to both of us, as if the other guys had no idea who we were. “They desperately need our help to come up with an idea for the next photoshoot.”

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