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A few months back, he’d told us he wanted to form his own production company. Though Sean was more than willing to hit the ground running, Seth and I had convinced him to start by actually getting to know the film business, to work with investors and producers on projects that were already in the works so he could see how the production business actually operated. So, that’s what he’d gone to New York to do.

“It was good,” he said. “Damn good, actually. The production company’s called D55, and their thing is those slow-burn, art-house horror flicks. You rememberEntombment, that one that took home two Oscars last year? That was them.”

“And they’re down with working alongside a chucklehead like you?” Seth asked with a smirk.

“They wouldloveto work with a chucklehead like me. At first, I was convinced they’d agree with whatever the hell I wanted as long as I was cutting them checks. But when I laid some ideas on them for this new feature they’re putting together, they actually seemed interested.”

“You sure they were producers and not actors who were acting like they were interested?” Seth added, following his words up with a laugh.

“The fact of the matter is that I’m already learning a ton about how the biz works. I’m learning so much, in fact, that I’m thinking about a trip out to LA.”

“Can’t you take care of business from here?”

“I can handle some things over Zoom, sure. But with the time difference and all that, I really need to be there in person. Plus, if I’m going to be working my way into the film industry, I’m going to need to shake hands and rub shoulders with the big dogs. Can’t do that over a computer screen.”

Seth leaned in. “When are you thinking of going?”

Sean grinned. “Why, you already miss me?”

“I’m just thinking about my next trip. Got some VCs up in Silicon Valley who’ve been showing some interest in the new ray tracing software I’ve been working on. They want me to come in, show it to them in person. Thinking that if you’re heading to the West Coast that it’d make sense for me to come with you.”

“Aw, a little twin trip?” Sean asked with another shit-eating grin. “That’d be so damn cute.”

Seth let out a bark of a laugh. “Shut up, asshole.”

“I’ve got some projects I’m working on, too,” I said. “It’s looking like this summer’s going to be busy for all three of us. Couldn’t have been a better time for Gen to show up. Anyway, let’s get our next few weeks planned out as best we can. All three of us need to make some time for Bobby and Gen as well if she needs help getting her footing here. Dinner’s at seven, so be ready.”

With that, the twins headed out, the two of them busting each other’s balls as usual.

Gen came into my thoughts once more, and what she made me think of was hardly pure. I kept finding myself imagining slipping her out of those tight jeans, putting my hands all over—and between—those no-doubt gorgeous as hell legs of hers.

I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated with myself for getting so distracted. Biking might be in order, or at the very least, a hard session in the gym.

I’d need something to keep my mind off her. Otherwise, there was a damn good chance the beautiful young woman who’d just joined our home for the summer would be all that I’d think about.

Chapter 6

Gen

Apair of hands were all over me, touching me in just the way I wanted… the sensation was almost too much to bear.

The bed we were all in was different. It was bigger, more than big enough to accommodate all of us and the sorts ofactivities we were looking to get into.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Sean was right in front of me, his shirt off and nothing on his muscular frame other than a pair of skin-tight, black boxer briefs. His hands were on my thighs, squeezing them firmly as he moved up.

“So… so good. But I think you can do a little more.”

How had Sean and I being in bed together even come about? Everything had been a blur. One moment we were alone, Bobby down for his nap. The next, we were close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. Next, his hands were on my hips, pulling me near enough that I could feel his hard length pressing against my middle.

It’d been so hazy and strange, but God, I’d wanted it. The only thing I could remember clearly was Sean putting my hand in his and leading me through the enormous halls of the estate, taking me all the way to his bedroom.

We’d kissed like mad, indulging in the sexual tension that had been building from the moment we’d seen one another at the airport lounge. I pulled off his shirt, revealing his mouth-watering sculpted body. He’d pulled off mine then came after me with all the intensity of an animal ready to rut.

He and I were nearly naked and alone in bed together, our lips locked as he began to touch and tease me between my legs through my panties.

“More,” I said. “I need more.”

To make it abundantly clear what I had in mind, I reached down and placed my hand on his cock, feeling its stiff, hard length through his underwear. I stroked it slowly, feeling the outline of his shaft and head, teasing it with my fingertips. He growled with pleasure, letting me know that he liked what I was doing.

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