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Cash raises his brow, but doesn’t go toward it, letting me make the decision myself. His eyes focus on the video in front of me, the edits I’m going to have to go through hard as a rock. He whistles, his eyes widening.
“Shit,” he says, watching the way she arches her back when Sawyer trails the ice along her body. “I don’t know about the two of you, but we may have gotten ourselves in deep.”
“Why’s that?” I ask, even though I understand.
“Because I’m really fucking jealous of Saw right about now,” he says, throwing the man in question a glare. “What did she taste like?”
Saw looks up and grimaces. “Like the best fucking peach you’ve ever tasted.”
Cash’s face twists. “I fucking love peaches.”
“We weren’t supposed to fuck,” Saw says, grimacing. “It was just supposed to be sensory play, but she was so fucking perfect, begging me, and I couldn’t resist. I had to have her.”
A heaviness settles in the air around us. One by one, we realize the very real danger we’re getting ourselves into. This is a contractual agreement, a business deal and nothing more. It would be fucking stupid of us to fall for one of our collaborations, someone who’s job is to be aroused for us. It could all be an act.
Though the voice in my mind reacts violently to that. No one is that good of an actress. My eyes trail back over to the table, where her fluids settle on it. The urge to lick it up hits me so strongly, I have to re-adjust my position on my chair.
“We need to take a step back,” I growl, pressing my hand against my hard cock. “Heartbreak ain’t good for this sort of work and we’ve got mouths to feed.” I meet their eyes. “Understand?”
Sawyer frowns. “It’s not like we love her.”
But his words are strained so much even I can hear it. We may not yet.
Yet.
“Understood?” I repeat, my voice hard. We can’t do this. We can’t risk everything we’ve built because our dumbasses go and fall in love with a fellow cam worker. It ain’t gonna work and when the contract is up, she’ll leave, taking our hearts with her. Love ain’t for us. Not like this. Not in this business.
“Understood,” Cash grumbles, the first to cave even if he isn’t happy about it.
I raise my brows. “Saw?”
His face twists with annoyance. “I agree not to jeopardize our business.”
But he doesn’t agree with pulling back. He makes that loud and clear.
Fuck it all to hell. What a mess she’s gonna leave behind when this is all done.
Chapter 18
Jules
The grass here is better than in the city. It’s plush and soft, wild even. Sitting here, surrounded by mountains as Genie and Ratrick play in the grass almost feels like . . . home.
The thought is so abrupt, I have to blink as it flits across my mind to drag myself from my thoughts back into the present. Genie is giggling and crawling around in the grass, Ratrick running with her. Ratrick likes it here, too. My apartment that changes too often is his usual haven, but it’s clear he enjoys the outdoors. He’s been tunneling around in the grass, running with Genie like they’re the best of friends.
Oak appears on the porch of the main house, a mug in his hand. The moment Genie sees him, she screeches and takes off toward him. I scramble to my feet, quickly swiping up Ratrick and plopping him on my shoulder before chasing after the little demon.
“Hey!” I say, laughing as I chase her. “You get back here!”
Genie just giggles and runs faster, her little legs still unsteady on the uneven ground.
Oak, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. He sets his coffee mug down and the moment Genie gets close enough to hurt herself crawling up the steps, he sweeps her off her feet.
“Not today, little monster. You’re gonna give your momma a heart attack if you get a splinter,” he tells her, his gravelly voice soft and gentle. The way he holds her, it’s perfectly natural.
I trip on the grass as I hurry over when the sight of this large teddy bear of a man holding little Genie meets me. It’s not because I’m afraid, but because it looks . . . right. Oak looks like he was meant to be a dad, and like he’d be a good one. Genie clearly thinks the world of him. She clamps her little hands on his face and squeezes, giggling at the way it makes his lips look.
“Alright, alright,” I chastise, reaching for her. He hands her to me immediately before picking his mug back up. “Sorry. She’s in the fish face phase.”
