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On the bed behind me, Christian hums and his fingers pinch my nipple. “Hmm, hot.” His cock is growing and he shifts his hips to press it against my ass.

When we get to the messy make-out section in the shower, Christian’s fingers still, his thigh stops rubbing against my crotch. “Damn,” he whispers with a tone of reverence.

“Yeah.”

“That’s…”

“Yeah.” My heart is racing—from Christian’s groping or from the video or from worry about what he’s going to think, I don’t know. “I don’t have to use this part. I mean, I wasn’t planning on using this part. It wasn’t in our initial plans anyway, so it’s not like I really need it.”

“Sebastian.”

“Actually, I’m not sure about the footage at all. It’s not all like this, but it’s still a lot. I totally understand if you don’t want to show it to the entire world. Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about it myself.”

“Sebastian.” Christian slips his hand under my waist and tugs and suddenly I’m on my back and he’s pinning me to the bed.

“Huh?”

“Breathe.”

I suck in a breath and oh right, I wasn’t breathing.

“You okay?”

I feel Christian’s delicious, heavy weight on me. I smell the lingering scent of tomato sauce in the air. I see the love shining in Christian’s eyes. My heart settles down and my mind stops whirring. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“What would you like to do with this footage?”

I sigh. “I don’t know.”

Christian nods then plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “If you want to use it, I’m cool with that. If you want to reshoot, I’m cool with that too. I trust your judgment.”

“You’d be willing to reshoot?”

“Of course.”

I frame Christian’s handsome face with my hands. “Why in the world would you love me?”

He chuckles and shakes his head like the answer is obvious. “Because you’re brilliant.”

My chest expands with love until I’m sure I’m going to explode.

“You’re brilliant, Sebastian, and I love you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

SEBASTIAN

I have to edit this damn thing but it is literally the absolute last thing I want to do. I’m just… not sure how to do it, how to cut it all together so it’s not too much. I’ve sat myself down in front of my computer and watched the footage a dozen times already. I’ve tried to pretend that it's two strangers on the screen so I wouldn’t feel too close to it. I’ve taken breaks, gone for runs to clear my mind, and every time I open up the window again, I hurdle straight into a mental wall.

It’s just so raw. The way we look at each other, the way we touch each other. I called Christian by his full name several times because that’s who I was having sex with—Christian, not Chris Preacher. There are no cum shots, not even a cream pie. I don’t think anyone could argue that our orgasms were fake, but fans like seeing the cum. That’s what they pay the big bucks for.

I’ve toyed with the idea of recording an apology to explain why the video ends the way it has to—without the cum shot. But it feels kind of ridiculous and why the hell should I need to apologize anyway? Christian and I had really hot, really intimate sex. We filmed it and we’re letting the whole world watch it. Shouldn’t that be enough?

I set my laptop off to the side and flop down on my bed.

Fans are still rabid over #Chastian online. Our public appearances in Chicago have only fueled the frenzy, which ironically, is what we wanted to do. Only now we have to deliver on all the teasers we’ve put out there. And fast. Attention spans are short these days. If we don’t produce content, fans will get bored and move on.

My phone buzzes and I roll over to check it.

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