about letting me stay there, and at this point, all my eggs were in the

Danielle basket.
Jenn stood by my closet, pulling sweaters down off hangers and
packing them neatly in a box. She’d offered to help me get ready for the
move because she could tell I was struggling to do it, plus I didn’t really
have the time if I was going to keep searching.
I was seated at my desk in front of my laptop, scouring the internet for
any new postings about people looking for roommates. I was forcing myself
to reconsider some listings I’d ruled out earlier for being too sketchy.
Today I was too desperate to have standards or worry about getting
murdered.
“What’s this?” Jenn asked.
I turned to watch as she pulled out a hanger that was covered in a
plastic garment bag.
A pang of sadness ricocheted through me. “It’s a dress I bought for our
formal, back when I was with Jack.”
I’d found it by accident during the summer on a clearance rack and had
been thrilled it was in my size. I’d fallen in love with the rose gold dress. It
had a plunging neckline and was embellished with tiny lines of sequins that
trailed down onto the skirt, which was layers of sheer fabric. I loved the
dress so much, I’d hung on to it after the breakup, thinking I’d find
someone to go to the dance with. But now? I wasn’t going to Lambda Theta
Chi’s formal . . . because I wasn’t a Lambda.
“Do you think I can sell it?” I asked. “It still has the tags.”
Jenn lifted the plastic and looked at the dress, issuing a soft, wistful
sound. “Pretty. Is it designer?” She went to check the label, and when she
saw it wasn’t, she shimmied the plastic back down around it. “Maybe.”
I appreciated her attempt to sound upbeat when I knew the answer was
no.
She resumed her packing, and I was struck with guilt. “You don’t have
to help me if you don’t want to,” I said softly. “I’m not your big sister
anymore.”
She tilted her head and gave me a pointed look. “I’m helping because
you’re my friend, Madison.”
“Well, I really appreciate it, friend.”
“Of course. Hey, I know this sucks,” she said, “but I can think of at
least one silver lining.”
 She was always so freaking positive. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“I bet your new place will have a hot shower. I told Yasmin this
morning I’m about ready to suggest we do shower shows on OnlyFans to
fundraise for that water heater.” Her tone had an edge of sarcasm, just
enough for me to wonder if she was being serious or not.
My pulse quickened as the idea struck me. “Would you?”
“Do a sex show? Please. Nobody would pay to see,” she swept a hand
down the length of her body, “this.” Which was silly. She was cute, with a
nice curvy body, but she seemed entirely unaware of her attractiveness.
“What about you?”
I leaned against the back of my chair and thought about how to respond
to her question. She’d probably expect me to answer quickly, to make a
snap decision. It wasn’t something that was supposed to require careful
consideration, and yet . . .
“I don’t know,” I lied. “Maybe.” Because my answer was yes, but I
wasn’t sure if she’d judge me for it.
Her movements slowed and her expression changed, but it wasn’t to
criticize. She looked curious. “Really?” When I nodded, the corner of her
mouth quirked up into a slight smile. “My cousin is a cam girl. She says the
hours aren’t great, but she makes good money.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said in a joking tone, although I was
completely serious.
As she returned to face the closet, my mind raced. I was sexually
inexperienced, but I wasn’t a prude—nor was I shy. What if the answer to
all my problems was a simple, yet unconventional solution?

I sat on the edge of the bench and swallowed dryly, struggling to keep
my nerves at bay. The lobby of the hotel was fancy and busy, and it seemed
like no one noticed me waiting there.
My gaze was hyper-focused on the entrance. I had no idea what to
expect about this meeting, other than it would be with a person named Nina.
She’d been the one to respond to the email I’d sent, and after we’d chatted
through text messages, she’d asked me to meet her here.
I’d been people watching when an elegant blonde woman appeared and
pushed her way through the revolving door. She wore sky-high heels, an
expensive dress, and I was pretty sure her Louis Vuitton handbag was not a
knock-off. My breath caught as she spotted me on the bench and began to
approach.
This was Nina?
She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, with flawless skin and a killer
body. I was struck by how she looked more like she was the talent, rather
than the owner of an adult film company.
“Madison?” Her voice was deep and smoky, and kind of sexy. “Hi, I’m
Nina.” She thrust out a manicured hand for a handshake, which I took.
“Nice to meet you.” I hoped she couldn’t see how intimidated I was.
Everything about her screamed money, plus she was so beautiful, it was
disorienting.
She smiled and motioned toward the hotel bar. “What should we
drink?”
When she started toward the mostly empty bar, she didn’t watch to see
if I was following her—she just assumed I would.
So, I did. But my brain went empty as I tried to come up with a
sophisticated drink. “Uh . . .”
“They do a great pomegranate martini here. You want to try that?”
“Sure.”
She leaned over the bar and placed our order, but she didn’t take a seat
while we watched the bartender mix our drinks. The hotel was swanky and
upscale, and when I glanced at the prices on the drink menu nearby, I saw
how proud they were of their cocktails. Nina rested a hand on the polished
counter and looked at ease in her nice clothes, whereas I felt out of place.
I’d done my best to dress the part. Tight jeans, heeled booties, and a
black sweater that was cut low to show off some cleavage. Now I was
wondering if I’d tried too hard.
“You’re a student at Davidson, right?” she asked as we watched the
bartender strain our ruby red drinks into martini glasses.
“Yeah. I graduate at the end of the fall semester.”
“Your major?”
“Forensic accounting.”
 She reacted how people usually did when I told them. Surprise,
followed by interest. “Big fan of math, are you?”
“I like numbers,” I said. “They don’t lie.”
She seemed to find that answer fascinating, but then our drinks were
ready. The bartender set them down, and she handed him a credit card.
“Let’s keep it open.” He nodded, and she picked up one of the drinks before
turning to me. “There’s a table over in the corner. We can talk there.”
I was careful not to slosh my drink as we made our way to the small
high-top table with two tall chairs. Once we were settled into our seats and
she’d taken a sip of her martini, Nina focused in on me.
“You’re really pretty.” She said it more like an observation than a
compliment.
“Thank you.”
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself? I’d like to get a feel for you,
and after that, I’ll tell you about me, and we can talk about the house.”
I took a sip of my drink, both to work up the courage and to stall so I
could prepare what to say. But the fruity drink distracted my thoughts.
“Wow, you’re right. This drink could be dangerous.”
“Right?” She smiled.
I gently set the glass down and let my fingers rest on the base of the
stem. “What do you want to know? Like, my experience? How many guys
I’ve been with?”
She blinked. “I was thinking more about you as a person. If everything
works out, you’d come live at my house.”
“Oh.” My face got hot. She wanted to interview me as a potential
roommate. “Right. Well, I think I’m easy to live with. I’m the kind of girl
who makes her bed every morning and doesn’t leave dishes in the sink. I
wear headphones when I’m watching something in my room, so I’m quiet. I
mind my business and respect other people’s stuff.”
“That’s good.” But it was obvious this wasn’t what she was looking for.
She cocked her head to the side. “What made you respond to my ad? You
can be honest. I promise you won’t get any judgement from me.”
“I need money—or a place to live.” I dropped my gaze down to my
fingers on my martini glass. “Or both, ideally.”
“Hey, I get it. Ten years ago, that was my story, too. I was broke, and
living in Hammond, Indiana. Have you heard of it?”
“No.”
 “It’s the armpit of the Midwest, to give you an idea of what it’s like
there.” She pushed away her sour expression and returned to normal. “I was
desperate and willing to do anything to get free, so I answered a casting call
for an adult film. That led me to a career in sex work, and most people don’t
believe it, because they don’t want it to be true, but it changed my life in
amazing ways.”
I tried not to scrunch my face or look dubious. “Really?”
“Yes,” she said. “Absolutely no regrets. I love what I do, and if it wasn’t
for that audition, I wouldn’t have met my husband.” She smiled to herself,
as if recalling the memory, before her eyes refocused on me. “He usually
comes with me to these meet-and-greets, but he had another appointment
tonight.”
“He’s in the porn business, too?”
This question amused her. “He’s Scott Westwood.”
“Oh.” She’d said it like I should recognize the name, but I didn’t, and
my blank expression thrilled her even more.
“I guess you don’t watch a lot of porn. He’s pretty famous.” She took a
sip of her drink. “If things work out, we’ll change that. You’ll want to see
what kind of content other companies are putting out, what makes a great
performance. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I still need to know about
you. Where are you from?”
“St. Louis.”
“What brought you here? School?”
“Yeah. Davidson has a top tier business program, and they have an in-
state exchange program with Missouri.” Otherwise, I never would have
been able to afford it. It also helped that it put some space between me and
my parents, which was needed after everything that had happened.
“Can I ask what happened with your housing?”
Her question was casual, and I parted my lips to speak, but wasn’t sure
what to say. If I told her I’d gotten kicked out of my sorority, she’d ask why,
and then I’d have to admit one of the most embarrassing days of my life.
Plus, she’d think I had anger issues and I’d lose out on the only housing
lead I had now—Danielle’s aunt had said no.
Nina must have seen the fear in my eyes because her expression filled
with concern. “Hey, it’s all right. Everyone at the house respects boundaries
and your personal life. You only share what you’re comfortable with. If it
was a break-up with your partner, or a problem with your roommate, that’s
all I need to know.”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “A break-up. That’s what it was.”
I felt awful lying to her, but this was too important to get wrong. I just
need to make it through the summer. With hard work and luck, I’d find an
affordable apartment to rent, or a place looking for a roommate, for the fall
semester.
And if I wanted to twist logic, I could argue my relationship with
Lambda Theta Chi had ended—they’d dumped me like a bad girlfriend.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “You doing okay?”
I sucked in a breath. “It was sudden, but yeah. I need to focus on
moving forward.”
She gave a reassuring nod. “That’s the way to do it.” Her smile turned
devious. “And I’m sure we can help take your mind off them.”
I forced out a smile.
“Speaking of that,” she said, “have you done anything like this before?”
“No. I mean, I’ve sent some nudes to my boyfriend, but nothing more
than that.”
“But you think you’d be comfortable with performing? It’s not like I
want to talk you out of it, but you need to consider the impact this will
have, especially long term. You might be okay with showing everything
today, but five or ten years down the road that could change. The internet is
a big place—much bigger than when I started—but it’s still forever.” Her
tone was serious. “Once you ring that bell, you can’t un-ring it.”
I took in a deep breath. “I understand.”
“Okay.” She seemed satisfied. “Have you done any acting before?”
My head bobbed in a nod. “I was the lead in the school play my senior
year.”
“Oh, that’s great.” She looked pleasantly surprised. “Did you take the
pictures I asked for?”
My chest tightened. “Yeah.”
I pulled out my phone, scrolled to the hidden album of photos I’d
snapped earlier, and passed my phone to her. She studied the pictures
thoughtfully, like they weren’t images where I was buck-ass naked.
I’d done my best to look sexy and pose how she’d asked, and I was
grateful when she’d said I’d only have to show her my pictures when we
were in person. She seemed to be exactly who she said she was, but still. I
wasn’t about to email nudes, especially ones that showed my face, to a
complete stranger.
“No issues here. You’ve got a great body.” She handed my phone back
to me. “So, besides the money, why are you interested in doing this?”
Once again, my brain went blank. I should have prepared for this like a
job interview, but our meeting had come together so quickly, I hadn’t had
time.
Nina took pity on me. “I guess what I’m getting at is, when our
performers enjoy themselves, so do our viewers. Does the thought of doing
this . . . turn you on at all? I get that you’re nervous, but is part of you
excited too?”
Under the table, I pinched my knees together, but I could have sworn
she still noticed. My voice dropped to a whisper. “Yes.”
Her eyebrow lifted in perfect time with the corner of her mouth. “Yeah?
Anything particular you’re interested in?”
All the moisture in my body began to migrate south. She was a
gorgeous woman, and the way she stared at me was provocative, like she
was thinking about having me for dessert. And if she wanted to, well . . .
maybe I’d let her.
She’d asked what I was interested in, and so I gave her an honest
answer.
“Um, is it weird if I say all of it?” I took a quick gulp of my martini,
giving me courage to say the rest. “When I got to college, I thought that was
the time I was going to try all these new things. New experiences. I was
supposed have sex in wild places, with guys, or girls, or guys and girls. But
instead, I spent two years with him, and . . . none of that happened. My
window is closing.”
Nina gazed at me like she’d found a diamond in the rough. “Oh, girl.
It’s not closing. There’s no expiration date on experimenting, and you don’t
need permission to find who you want to be.”
I pressed my lips together. On some level, I knew what she was saying
was true, but I struggled anyway. My college life had been nothing but
pressure. Pressure to pick the one job I’d be happy to do for the rest of my
life. To have wild, life-changing experiences. And maybe to find my
soulmate.
It was a lot to pack into four years. How the fuck did anyone do all
that?
 “Here’s my thought for the rest of the evening,” Nina said. “We’ll finish
our drinks, and then we’ll go to the studio. If you feel like auditioning, I’ll
find you a partner. And if that goes well, which I bet it will,” she winked,
“and you’re interested in doing more, I’ll give you the full rundown of how
we operate and the house rules. If you decide it’s not for you, no problem.
We’ll pay you a thousand dollars for the content and that’s it.”
She let me digest that as she took a sip of her drink, and her eyes
studied me, gauging my response. Maybe she worried I’d need more
convincing.
“I think you’d have a lot of fun,” she continued, “and I’d love to get a
chance to help you explore all the things you want to. What do you say?”
My voice was tight, but my pulse thrummed with excitement. “I say it
sounds like a plan.”

During the drive to Nina’s place, we chatted about mundane things. The
movies we liked. The songs we didn’t. But still, I struggled to keep up with
the conversation. I was nervous. How could I not be? When we got there, if
I was willing, I’d sign a contract, take off my clothes, and fuck a stranger
while she filmed.
It was ridiculously wild.
And exhilarating.
I felt like I was going to vibrate out of my skin.
As advertised in the online posting, the house wasn’t far from campus,
but I hadn’t expected it to be in such a nice neighborhood. When she turned
in to the subdivision with an elegant brick sign, I peered up at the houses
with wide eyes.
Each seemed to have a garage big enough for three or more cars.
Elaborate swimming pools in the backyards peeked out behind wrought-
iron fences. The lawns were impeccably landscaped and maintained.
And a few of the houses were so large, I could have used the terms
sprawling or mansion.
 She turned in to a driveway that curved and sloped upward, and my
gaze followed the path to the home nestled between mature trees. It seemed
to be the biggest of the houses, looming over the rest of the neighborhood.
When one of the garage doors rolled back and Nina eased her luxury
SUV into the spot, my heartbeat quickened. It wasn’t because she was still
somewhat of a stranger—I felt safe. Plus, I’d told Jenn about my plans and
shared my phone’s location with her.
No, my heart raced because it was settling in what was going to happen,
and I was eager for it. The money, the opportunity, the experience . . .
All of it.
I climbed out of the passenger side and took in my surroundings. Since
the house was built on the side of a hill, the garage had tall ceilings, and
there was a wooden staircase the led up to what I assumed was the main
floor. But we didn’t take the stairs. There was a door on the far wall, and
Nina headed that direction.
Once we were through it, she flipped on a bank of light switches and set
her purse down on one of the U-shaped desks tucked in the front corners.
The room was small and L-shaped with a hallway running along the left
wall, and I got the feeling it hadn’t been planned this way. Perhaps once it
had been one large space, but now it was partitioned off to fit the
homeowners’ needs.
“Welcome to the editing bay,” she said. “You can put your stuff here.”
There were several monitors arranged on the desk, and she wiggled the
mouse, waking up the computer. I bit down on my bottom lip as multiple
images appeared on one of the screens. It seemed to be different camera
angles of the same empty bedroom.
There was camera and lighting equipment neatly stacked beside the
desk, and a bank of batteries glowed green, having finished charging.
The phone vibrated in Nina’s purse. She retrieved it and glanced at the
text message. “Awesome. Scott’s on his way back.” She opened one of the
drawers of the desk and rifled through the papers until she found what she
was looking for. “This is our standard contract for one-off shoots.”
She’d pulled multiple pages, but only handed half of them to me. The
other half she set on the desk on the other side of the room, then tossed a
hand toward the weird hallway.
“Let me show you the studio, and then you can look over the form.
There’s more space in there.”
 The “studio” was bigger than the editing area, and it was the same
bedroom I’d seen on the monitors, which I found disorienting. You’d never
know it was night outside or that we were in a basement. The room was
bright and airy, with faux windows on either side of the bed, and diffused
light streamed through the frosted glass.
The queen-sized bed was fitted with crisp white sheets, and the tables
on either side were decorated with fake plants and muted artwork. It was
the perfect background, interesting enough to look at without distracting
from what the real show was supposed to be.
The wall opposite the bed had a large ring light on a tripod, and a
camera mounted just in front of its center. And behind that, a flatscreen TV
was perched high on the wall. All the same camera angles were visible in
different boxes onscreen, and I saw myself and Nina in them at various
angles.
She noticed my gaze on the TV and gave a soft laugh. “You don’t have
to worry about that. When your guy gets here, I’ll explain to you both
where your marks are, but it doesn’t matter that much. Everything in front
of the lights has coverage. We mostly use the monitor for staging and
practice.”
“Oh.” My word was breathless.
When your guy gets here, she’d said.
My grip on the contract tightened, making the paper wrinkle, reminding
me of its existence. I glanced down and zeroed in on the Petal Productions
logo at the top of the page, which was modern and slightly feminine. It was
much prettier than I would have expected for an adult film company.
“Why don’t you have a seat and read that over?” she said. “I’ll go grab
a pen.”
The only place to sit was on the bed, and so when she disappeared
through the open doorway, I took a seat on the edge of the mattress. The
contract wasn’t complicated. It spelled out what I’d be paid for the scene,
and that Petal Productions would distribute it digitally via their subscription
platform only.
I was still working my way through the second page when she returned
with a pen and a bottle of water, offering them both to me, which I took.
“Do you have questions?”
She meant about the contract, but I couldn’t help it. My curiosity was
getting the best of me. “What can you tell me about the guy I’m doing this
with?”
“Not much, but only because that’s Scott’s department. He’s bringing in
someone new tonight as well.”
“Someone new?” My anxiety spiked. I’d been banking on my partner
having experience. Wouldn’t it be better if he knew what he was doing?
That way he could help guide me.
My concern must have been visible because Nina straightened. “If that
makes you uncomfortable, it doesn’t have to be this new guy. I’m sure Scott
will do it if you’d rather partner with him.”
I just barely stopped myself from screeching it. “You mean, your
husband?”
Was something wrong with me? Because her expression made it seem
like I was the one being weird. A thought hit her then, and a grin stretched
across her lips. “Ah. You’re worried about fucking my husband.”
I had no idea what kind of face I was making and tried to keep it blank.
“Okay.” Her tone filled with amusement. “First—it’s acting. We don’t
get jealous because this is just work for us. Second—there are a shit-ton of
people who’d pay to get to fuck Scott, and keep in mind, in this
arrangement, I’d be paying you.”
Did it look like I needed more convincing?
“Third,” she added, “do I think it’s hot when he fucks other people?”
Her eyes glinted with lust. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around that.
People in love don’t sleep with other people.
But she was so matter-of-fact. So confident. And that was . . . kind of
amazing.
Still, as much as I believed her, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell
I was going to fuck this woman’s husband while she watched. I was all for
new experiences, and the idea of strangers watching turned me on, but—
good God.
Baby steps.
Nina threaded her fingers through her blonde hair and pushed it back
over her shoulder. “This other guy? I’ve seen his headshot, and I think he’s
fucking hot, but Scott’s a pro. So, it’s up to you on who to partner with. I
don’t think you can make a bad choice.”
Was it really a choice, though? I cleared my throat, trying to shake free
the sticky sensation caught there. “Uh, I’ll try the new guy.”
 With that settled, I refocused on completing the contract. There was a
large section about risk and the production company’s mandatory condom
policy in audition scenes. When I finished reading and truly digesting the
information, I stood and carried everything to the bedside table and began
to fill in the blank places with my personal details.
It was surprising that my hand was so steady, given how static
electricity surged through my system. I was buzzing with both trepidation
and impatience as I scribbled my name and the date across the bottom line.
It’d been two months since I’d last had sex, and that random hookup
had been so underwhelming, it was easier to pretend it had never happened.
But that meant it felt like it had been decades since anyone else’s touch had
lit me up.
Hopefully, that changed tonight.
I handed the contract and pen to Nina, and as she signed her part, I
unscrewed the cap on the water bottle and drank down an enormous gulp. I
was screwing the cap back on when we heard the office door creak open,
and footsteps came into the other room.
“. . . there was a puddle of coolant under her car,” one of the voices
said. The footsteps stopped abruptly, as if the person was confused. “Nina?”
“We’re in here.” She peered at me like a parent waiting for their kid to
open a present on Christmas morning. My heart vaulted up into my throat
as the two pairs of footsteps grew louder and the men made their way
toward us.
The first one through the doorway had to be Scott. He was in his mid-
thirties, with dark blond hair that was long on the top and short on the sides.
He threw a friendly smile my way, and then a look to his wife that seemed
to say, I approve. My mouth was bone dry as he moved aside, and my scene
partner stepped into the room.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and everything went utterly still.
No, a panicked voice screamed inside my head. Not him.
He jolted to a stop when our gazes locked, and something dark flared in
his eyes. It was as if shock, outrage, and heat all rolled into one and created
a brand-new, unnamed emotion.
As I stared at the irritatingly hot frat boy, it took every ounce of strength
in me not to explode.
What the fuck was Colin doing here?
 FIVE

Colin

If it was embarrassing to get starstruck, did that mean it was extra

embarrassing to be starstruck over meeting Scott Westwood? The guy was a
fucking legend—like, literally. He’d been in the business a long time and
must have performed with over two hundred people.
“Married,” I repeated in disbelief.
“Yeah, man,” he said. “Two years now.”
My gaze went to his hand on the steering wheel of his BMW M3 to
confirm, and sure enough. There was a black wedding ring.
“She doesn’t get jealous?” I asked. “Like, she knows what you do,
right?”
He laughed. “I met Nina at a casting call nine years ago, so yeah. She
knows what I do.” The turn signal clicked quietly as we waited to turn left,
and he lobbed a smile in my direction. “You never know with these
auditions. Same thing could happen to you tonight.”
Because he’d told me over drinks that the girl I’d be auditioning with
was just as fresh as I was.
“I better not meet my future wife at a casting call,” I said.
The smile evaporated from his face and his tone turned dark. “Yeah?
Because it’s okay for you to shoot porn but not her?”
“No, no, it’s not that at all.” I rubbed my fingertips against my forehead.
“I meant the wife part. I’ll sound like a dick, but I’m not really into the
long-term stuff.”
Or commitment in general, but I kept the comment to myself.
He said it in a patronizing way, like he didn’t believe a word of it. “Oh.
I gotcha.”
 The car made the turn and prowled down the street, and as our
conversation lapsed, I started to feel the pressure again.
Earlier, I’d walked into my meeting with him full of confidence. I was
good-looking, with a good-looking dick to match, and I’d had sex in public
places a few times before, so I felt comfortable I’d be able perform when
the camera started rolling.
Shit, I’d never been shy.
But as Scott and I talked, the gravity of the situation hit me like a
sledgehammer. If tonight didn’t go well, I’d have no choice but to tell my
parents I’d been kicked out, which meant I’d have to beg them to let me
come home.
And it was likely they wouldn’t.
They already knew about the mud fight, thanks to the media, but
thankfully they didn’t know the whole story. Just my participation in the
fight was enough to earn me a threatening phone call from my father.
Fuck, I could not blow this audition.
When Scott turned right at the familiar brick sign, I sat up straighter in
my seat. “You live in this neighborhood?”
“Yeah.” Suspicion crept into his voice. “Why?”
“I have a friend who lives here, too.” Was that true? “Not all the time,”
I revised. “Just when he’s home for the summer from Vanderbilt.” I pointed
to the road as we passed by it. “His dad’s house is down that street.”
“Small world.”
It both was and wasn’t. This was the wealthiest neighborhood in our
Nashville suburb, so it wasn’t that surprising. But it kind of blew my mind
that Preston lived so close to Scott Westwood’s home, and we had no idea.
Although in our defense, my friend wasn’t home much during the school
year, and we hung out at his place even less these days. Plus, Scott’s real
last name was Woodson.
I wanted to keep the conversation going so Scott would think I was easy
to hang with. “So, you met your wife at a casting call. How’d that go? You
did the scene and then asked for her number?”
He turned, driving the car up the steep driveway that led toward an
enormous house up ahead. “Not exactly. I wanted to ask her out after we
finished filming, but I also didn’t want to come off as a creep, and I was so
busy thinking how I was going to do it, I almost missed my opportunity.”
 Once we were parked in the garage beside a Porsche Cayenne, I
followed his lead and got out of the car, all while he continued his story.
“I offered to walk her out, and that’s when I knew she was coming
home with me.” We went through a door into a strange office-like area.
“There was a puddle of coolant under her car.” He pulled to a stop and
glanced around the empty space. “Nina?”
“We’re in here,” came a voice from down the hall.
Scott moved toward it, so I did the same, not getting much of a chance
to look at the computers set up in the awkward space. He turned a corner,
stepping into a room that was staged as a bedroom, even though legally it
couldn’t be. The windows were fake.
My brain slowed as I saw the woman who had to be Scott’s wife. Shit,
she was hot. A tall, lanky blonde with a body built for fucking and—
The blood in my veins stopped, solidifying.
My brain disconnected and shut down.
All I could do was stare at the girl who’d fucked up my life.
“This is Colin,” Scott said, oblivious to the anger swirling around me
like a dark cloud. Was this some kind of joke? Because there was no way
stick-up-her-ass, mad Madison Perry was supposed to be my audition
partner.
“And this is Madison.” Then Nina pointed at me and turned to the girl.
“See? I told you he was hot.”
Madison’s voice was flat. “We’ve met.”
My heart began working again, and as I pulled in a short breath, my
hands clenched into fists. Not because I wanted to fight, but because there
was so much tension coursing through me, I needed something to hold it
back.
I wanted to tell her to get the fuck out of here. This audition was too
important to me for her to screw it up. But, shit. If she was supposed to be
my partner, didn’t I need her?
Scott’s gaze bounced between me and Madison. “So . . . I guess you
two have already—”
“No,” came from us in horrified unison.
Was it possible she’d decline to do the scene?
I glared at the girl across from me, who had the nerve to look the best
I’d seen her yet, and my blood burned hot.
 My head was opposed to the idea of fucking her, but my dick? That was
another story. Think about it, a persuasive voice argued. Don’t you want to
fuck the girl who’d fucked you over? Wouldn’t it be hot to have her on her
knees, sucking your cock, or bent over the bed as you drilled her from
behind?
I pictured Madison naked and sweaty, gasping for breath between
moans, begging me to make her come.
Well, now I wanted that a hell of a lot more than her bowing out of
auditioning with me.
Everyone sensed the friction in the room, but Nina was the first to
speak. “I’m getting the impression you two aren’t exactly friends.”
“We’re not,” I said, forcing myself to sound casual. “But it’s fine. It’s
not a problem for me.”
Madison understood the challenge I’d issued and glared back in
defiance. “It’s not a problem for me either.”
A cruel smile tweaked my lips. She’d tried to sound strong but failed.
As far as I could tell, this was win-win. If she backed out, that wasn’t my
fault. They’d find someone else for me to audition with. But if she went
through with it, I’d get to show off how good I was. Maybe even get her
addicted to my dick and then cut her off.
“Okay.” I could tell Nina wasn’t one hundred percent convinced this
was going to work, but she shifted her focus to her husband. “I put his
contract on your desk. She’s already signed hers. You want to grab that and
some in-ears while I go over the basics with them?”
Scott nodded and headed out through the doorway, leaving me alone
with the two women. I hooked my thumbs into the pockets of my jeans,
doing my best to look at ease, even though I felt awkward as hell.
“We’ll start with scene direction.” She picked up a set of papers from
the side table, which was probably Madison’s contract. “During filming,
Scott and I won’t be in the room. If one of us is in there, the actors tend to
look at us, and we’ve found it’s better when the viewer believes it’s only the
actors in the scene. They like watching something that seems unscripted,
even when it’s not. But you’ll still receive direction from us, when you need
it, from the monitors you’ll be wearing. They’re devices that are small
enough they can be hidden inside your ear.”
She strode to the doorway and showed it was a pocket door as she slid it
halfway closed.
 “Also, this will be closed to keep out sound while filming, but Scott and
I will be watching the screens just outside the entire time. If either of you
ever gets uncomfortable or wants to stop at any point, or even if you just
have a question, please let us know. We can always edit it out, and it’s very
important to us you feel safe.”
She pushed the door back open as Scott came in, carrying two boxes the
size of sunglass cases, and the paperwork I’d need to complete. Then she
moved to one of the bedside tables and pulled the cabinet door open,
revealing the box of condoms and bottles of lube inside.
“And since we’re talking about safety,” she pulled a condom from of
the box, “I’m letting you know that protection is mandatory in this scene,
and we have a zero-tolerance policy on that.”
She placed the condom on top of the end table, and her focus zeroed in
on me.
“You put this on—not her—when you’re ready, or if one of us tells you
to. If either of you removes it before we think it’s safe, the scene is over.
Neither of you will be paid because we won’t be able to use the footage.”
“Also, keep in mind,” Scott said, “I’ll let anyone I’ve worked with
know you’re not a safe performer.”
Meaning he’d blacklist whoever violated their policy, and given how
connected he was, it’d be a career killer.
“Got it?” Nina said.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered instantly.
It seemed like Madison was struggling. Not with the rules, but with the
whole concept of what she’d come here to do. She had her lips pressed
together and nodded quickly, but her eyes were glued to the foil packet
resting on the table. She stared at it like she expected it to sprout legs and
run away at any moment.
What was she doing here?
I didn’t know much about her. The whole time she was with Jack, she’d
only stayed over at the house a few times. I’d never heard any stories about
her. She seemed so straight-and-narrow. Boring.
Fuck—did she even like sex?
I wasn’t excited about having a partner who’d just lie there. Not to
mention, it’d make me look bad.
Nina shut the cabinet door with a quiet click. “Good. So, condoms and
lube are here,” she pointed to the other end table, “and toys are in there, if
you’re interested. We’ve got stuff for girls and boys.”
She gave me a little wink, and I had no idea how to interpret it. Was she
implying I’d need help getting hard, or help getting Madison off? Doubtful,
lady, I wanted to say, but I clenched my jaw to hold it in.
“As I told Madison,” Nina said, “we’ve got multiple cameras in here, so
as long as you stay in front of the white lines, you’ll be in the shot.”
She motioned toward the thin strip of white tape that was on the carpet
in front of the tripod. My gaze went from that to the TV screen on the wall.
There was even a camera mounted to the ceiling, positioned directly over
the bed.
“You don’t even have to use the bed,” Scott added. “It’s up to you two
and the scene. We’ll help you out on positioning so nothing’s blocking our
shot, and make sure we get the best angles.”
“So, one other thing to keep in mind.” Nina took in a deep breath and
smiled, and her expression filled with pride. “Petal Productions is female-
owned, and our brand is pleasure for all. We don’t cater to the straight male
gaze, and we treat our actors equally, with equal screen-time and pay. We
also have a rule for everything we produce.” She paused for effect. “Every
orgasm is real.”
It was warm under the studio lights, and a bead of sweat rolled down
my spine. As if I didn’t have enough pressure on me already. I was
confident I could give a girl a good time, but I’d been with enough to know
orgasms weren’t a sure thing for some, and there were a few where it was
near impossible.
I watched the rapid rise and fall of Madison’s chest, and all the anxiety
she displayed, I felt inside me. Suddenly, I was grateful to have the cabinet
full of toys as a backup plan.
Because who would want to watch porn where the girl didn’t come?
Whatever she’d been thinking about, it was decided. Madison’s throat
bobbed with a swallow. She set her hand on a hip and peered over at me
with a smug smile. “Sounds great.”
There was fire in her eyes, lighting a challenge flame. She thought I
couldn’t do it.
I matched her smile and then some. “Yeah, I agree.”
“It’s okay to embellish, to perform,” Nina said, “but fake moans are a
turn-off, and the last thing we want is people turning off our videos.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “Her moans will be real.”
 Madison laughed as if I’d just embarrassed myself, and then choked it
back out of politeness.
It caused Nina and Scott to exchange a look with each other. Maybe
they were wondering what the fuck our deal was. The room went
awkwardly silent, and I knew I had to do something before they changed
their minds about auditioning us.
I nodded toward the paperwork in Scott’s hands. “You need me to sign
that?”
He passed the contract to me but didn’t let go when I tried to take the
papers, drawing my gaze up to his.
His voice was low. “You think about her and not us, and it’ll all work
out. You get me?”
I did, and it made my heart sink. I hated Madison. I didn’t want to care
about her or how she felt, but if I was going to ace this audition . . .
I’d have to.
 SIX

Madison

When Nina pulled the door closed, it meant I was alone with Colin. He’d
read and signed his contract while Nina helped me put the earpiece in. It
was slightly smaller than an earbud and fit tightly inside my ear, snug
enough it seemed unlikely it’d fall out.
Scott went to his desk to test the sound. His voice came through clearly,
and Nina moved on to assisting Colin.
It left me standing there on wobbly legs as I considered my options. A
small part of me was freaking out because there’d be no turning back. No
‘un-ringing the bell,’ as Nina had said. And to do this scene with Colin was
a nightmare scenario.
Well . . . maybe nightmare was too strong of a word.
Even if he was the village bicycle at Davidson and every girl got a ride,
there was a reason for it. He was annoyingly attractive and had a reputation
of having game. One time when I’d been over at the Sig house last year, I’d
heard him banging some girl who was clearly a fan of his work.
I didn’t care if he was a slut. He liked sex and found lots of willing
partners, so really . . . what was the big deal?
No, it was his cruelty I was struggling with.
The memory replayed in my mind. Sweaty and beaten, I’d knelt in the
mud to tie my shoe, stunned that no one believed what I was saying. I’d felt
so alone and vulnerable and that was the moment he’d chosen to strike.
Jack’s cheating was humiliating enough when it was private, but when
Colin announced it in front of everyone else, that was brutal.
And now you’re going to fuck this guy.
We each stood beside a corner of the large bed, our hands on our hips
and our narrow gazes fixed on each other. It had to look like we were going
to war with each other, and maybe we were. It definitely felt like we were in
a battle.
His voice was so quiet, it was likely the microphones in the room
wouldn’t hear it. “Don’t fuck this up for me.”
My lips twisted into a half-smile, half-sneer. “You don’t fuck this up for
me.”
We stared at each other, ignoring the way the friction between us
created sparks, charging the air. Neither of us wanted to make the opening
move. It was easier to react than to act.
It was just us in this bedroom where time ceased to exist.
But we weren’t alone.
“Uh, we doing this, guys?” came Scott’s voice through our earpieces.
My pulse climbed as Colin drew in a preparing breath. I’d expected him
to approach me, but he had other ideas because he grabbed the sides of his
shirt and stretched it up over his head.
I jolted as his toned chest came into view. Jesus. He was made of
muscle and had honest-to-God washboard abs. I blinked back the surge of
lust, not wanting it.
Screw him for looking so damn good.
He flung his shirt away and lifted his chin, looking down at me with
piercing, angry eyes. “Your turn.”
I didn’t care that he’d ordered me to take my top off, but my body was
tense, which made it hard to follow through. But I managed. I held his gaze
as I dragged the sweater up and pulled it off, tousling my long, wavy hair.
This action surprised him. Maybe he thought he’d called my bluff, or
I’d be shy, but no. I didn’t want him, but I wanted this.
Heat flared in his eyes, and a muscle along his jaw ticked as his gaze
traced over my newly bare skin. The gray bra was demi cut, so my breasts
threatened to spill over the cups, and I would’ve sworn I’d seen him fight
off a wave of desire like I’d just done. He didn’t want to like the way I
looked either.
Wow, something in common.
The room was warm, and it was getting harder to find air to breathe the
longer we stared at each other. I didn’t want him to come closer or put his
hands on me because I didn’t know what would happen.
What if I liked it?
I needed to stay in control of myself and the situation.
 It was the only thing I could think of, and so my hands were unsteady as
I undid the clasp at the back of my bra. Colin took a step forward, like he’d
wanted to be the one to do it, but he was too late. The band went slack, the
cups fell away, and the straps slid down my arms until the bra dropped to
the carpet.
He froze, and his lips parted.
Had the sight of me topless short-circuited his brain? He’d seen dozens
of girls naked before, I was sure, so it was kind of flattering to draw this
response from him. Blood whooshed loudly in my head as his gaze caressed
every inch of my exposed skin. And when he lifted that heavy gaze to meet
mine, goosebumps rose on my arms.
I hoped he had no idea he was seeing something I’d only shown to a
few people before tonight. I wanted to be a sexually confident woman like
Nina was.
Had she heard my thoughts?
“Tell him to touch you,” she prompted in my ear.
“Put your fucking hands on my body,” I blurted, and my eyes widened.
It had come out so much more aggressive than I’d meant it to, and if the
room was a powder keg, my order lit the match.
He charged forward, and I swallowed a breath as one of his hands
grasped my waist and the other cupped my breast. An anxious sigh slipped
out of me at his touch, and it was so distracting, I only turned my head at
the last second to avoid his incoming kiss.
“No kissing on the lips,” I said breathlessly.
Colin stilled but didn’t break contact, which meant my breast was still
cupped in his firm hand. He was several inches taller than I was, and as he
loomed over me, confusion flooded his face. It was quickly replaced by
another emotion—one that looked like irritation.
He wasn’t happy about this rule.
Why was that?
“Not on the lips?” His tone was dark. “Fine by me.”
Although it seemed like a lie. He dropped his head into the crook of my
neck, nuzzling his face in so he could suck on the sensitive skin below my
ear. And as he did that, his hand moved so he could pinch my nipple
between his thumb and the side of his palm.
Electricity zipped through me and threatened to make my legs go
boneless, so I had no choice but to steady myself by putting my hands on
his broad shoulders. His skin was warm and soft, but the mouth attached to
my neck was hot and urgent.
It was crazy, what I was doing, and who I was doing it with, and worst
of all, how good it felt.
My eyes grew heavy, wanting to close so I could block him out and
focus better on the sensations he caused. But he was sucking so hard, an
alarm sounded in my head. If he kept doing that, this asshole was going to
leave a mark.
Yeah? Two can play that game.
I coursed my nails down the perfect landscape of his chest, giving him
just enough pressure to leave track marks and know I was serious. His
mouth finally relented so he could issue a hiss of discomfort, and his warm
breath rolled down over my breasts.
My eyebrow arched as I peered up at him. I’d won that battle, hadn’t I?
Except the hand on my waist moved down to grab a handful of my ass
and squeezed hard enough it forced me forward into him. My nipples had
tightened into hard points, and when they brushed against his bare chest, it
sent another bolt of unwanted electricity through me.
He smirked like he knew.
Competing thoughts swam in my head. I hated this guy, right? He was a
cocky jerk who I intended to take down a peg or two. But why did I like
how he manhandled me? He palmed my breast as if he knew exactly how
rough I wanted it, and I despised that he was right.
I needed to regain some of the power, so I wedged my hand between
our bodies and stroked my palm over the fly of his jeans. The grunt of
satisfaction he gave was begrudging, and I nearly laughed. He was already
hard, and again, I found it kind of flattering. We were only doing PG-13
stuff.
“Her pants need to come off first,” Nina said.
I could tell it was just as weird for him as it was for me to have these
voices in our ears, because a jarring look flitted through his expression.
Then Colin turned us and gave me a soft shove backward. It caused me to
take a seat on the bed, and I only got a chance to glare up at him before he
was pushing me down onto my back, climbing on the bed beside me.
Oh.
I sucked in a slow breath as his damp mouth started at my collarbone
and dropped a line of kisses down my chest. His lips traipsed over my skin,
inching toward one of my nipples. His mouth circled endlessly, but never
going where I wanted it most.
A strange thought hit me then. By denying him the chance to kiss me on
the lips, he planned to make me pay for it in other ways.
His teasing kisses got the best of me, and without thought, I arched and
shifted. His hot mouth finally captured my nipple and sucked, pulling a
whisper-quiet moan from me.
His pleased chuckle was a victory call, and that was when I realized I’d
lost this battle. But I was determined to win the war. I threaded my hands in
his hair and used my grip to control him when he tried to stray.
It only worked for so long, because when his fingers began to work the
snap of my jeans, I went short of breath and the muscles in my stomach
began to quiver. It was one thing to be topless, but my panties were tiny,
and I was about to be essentially naked.
I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as he dropped my zipper. I’d thought
he’d pull my jeans down, but instead he slipped a hand under the waistband
of my panties. Down his fingers inched, burrowing deep inside my pants
until—
The pads of his fingers against my clit were shocking.
So shocking, I wrapped my hands around his thick bicep in response.
Not as a signal for him to stop, but to have something to hold on to. His
simple, light touch sent acute pleasure rocketing through my body.
“You’re so wet.” Colin’s tone was wicked and patronizing. “Why are
you so wet?”
My face warmed. “Why are you already hard?” I fired back.
He flashed a lazy grin, and it set off another alarm inside me. His smile,
especially when it was genuine, was dangerous. It disarmed and clouded my
thoughts, and for a split second, I forgot why I disliked him so much.
His fingers moved inside my panties, rubbing against me, and I couldn’t
help but bow up off the bed.
“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath.
The way his eyes studied me. As if he hadn’t expected I’d like the way
he touched me. He stroked again, gathering another data point, verifying the
same result. And as if that wasn’t enough, his mouth latched back onto my
breast, so his tongue could swirl over my nipple while his fingers spun slow
circles on my clit.
I tightened my hold on his arm, and in response, his muscles flexed.
 “We want to see exactly what you’re doing to her,” Scott said.
Because my pants were in the camera’s way.
Colin withdrew from me, climbed off the bed, and hooked his fingers
under the sides of my undone jeans, but then he paused. My heart skipped
as he glanced up at me. Was . . . was he checking to make sure I was okay
with this?
Beneath him, I moved. I straightened my legs, so they were hanging off
the end of the bed, and toed off one of my shoes. It landed with a loud
thump, and this was the signal he needed to begin peeling the denim down
my legs.
I toed off my other shoe while he worked, and when he got my jeans
down to my ankles, he pulled them off one leg at a time, tugging my socks
off along with them. He’d been so focused on his task, it didn’t seem like
he’d really looked at me while he’d done it.
Now, he stood at the foot of the bed and drank me in with bottomless
eyes, and my mouth went dry. In the back of my mind, I should have been
concerned about the camera. Whatever I was showing him, I was showing
to Nina and Scott and eventually their viewers too, but I couldn’t think
about that.
Just the boy who stared down at my nearly nude body like he hated the
gray scrap of fabric and lace that hid the last part of me from him. Shit, it
was intoxicating. The longer I felt his eyes on me, the more lust-drunk I
became.
“Put your tits in your hands, Madison. Push them together.” Nina’s
voice was tight. Was she turned on watching us?
I swallowed thickly and slid my hands along my stomach, up until I
could grab a handful of each breast and hold them together. As I did it, I
kept my gaze locked with Colin’s unwavering one, so I saw every ounce of
desire my sexy action caused. His eyes lidded and his lips moved ever so
slightly as he mouthed a single word.
Fuck.
If I divorced my mind from who he was, he looked like something out
of a fantasy. His chest and arms were perfectly sculpted, and I was sure his
toned muscles continued beneath the underwear peeking out the top of his
jeans. His brown hair was messy from when I’d had my hands in it, but that
just added to the appeal of him.
 I’d thought his smile was dangerous, but maybe it was his lips
specifically. They were full and expressive, and when his tongue swiped
over his top one, I strangled back a noise of surprise.
His expression was hungry, and the provocative way he licked his lips
announced what he was thinking about doing.
I scrambled up onto my arms, and my heart banged along at a furious
tempo when he dropped to his knees. A small part of me was terrified of
what he was about to do, and a much larger part verged on begging for it.
Those lips were going to start another battle I was sure I was going to lose.
And you’ll probably love it.
He urged my knees apart then moved into the space that created,
leaning over to drop featherlight kisses across my heaving chest. As his
mouth inched down, it drew a wayward path toward the juncture of my
legs.
The lights were warm and the cameras’ lenses on us were hotter still,
but nothing compared to his mouth working across my trembling skin. I
was probably shiny with sweat and needed to touch up my makeup, but
despite the heat, I shivered.
I pressed my lips together and didn’t make a sound when his kiss
landed on the lace covering the most intimate part of me, and he didn’t like
my silence. His gaze flicked to mine, and the thought was loud in his eyes.
Oh, yeah? How about this?
He hooked a finger in the side of my panties, pulled them aside, and set
his mouth on me.
I melted back onto the bed, letting out a sigh. Even this wasn’t enough
of a response. He didn’t seem satisfied until his tongue brushed over my clit
and a moan tore from my throat.
“Can you move a little to the side, Colin?” Scott said. “There’s too
much shadow.”
The flooring creaked as he shifted on his knees, settling into a new
position, and I flinched when he put a hand on the inside of my thigh. It was
so he could push my leg back and open me more to both him and the
camera.
“Yes, good.”
This time, his tongue wasn’t tentative. He slicked it across my sensitive
skin, teasing my clit. Pleasure burst through my center, radiating out to my
limbs. Holy fuck, it felt so good.
 I balled the sheets beneath me and squirmed under the power of his
skilled mouth. His tongue was relentless. It lapped at me, creating fireworks
of bliss, and a tremble graduated up my legs. How was I supposed to hate
him when he made me feel this way? It was impossible.
He paused only long enough to fist the front of my panties and drag
them down. The straps tangled with my feet as they went, and as soon as
they were gone, he shoved my legs back so he could resume going down on
me.
“Try to point your toes, Madison,” Nina’s voice instructed.
Everything was spinning, racing.
I did what she asked, then gasped for air, tipped my head back, and
slammed my eyes shut. I’d made the decision to fuck him, but I hadn’t
thought it all the way through. Every orgasm was supposed to be real, but
wasn’t letting him give me one . . . some sort of surrender?
I didn’t want to give anything to him.
But—shit—his tongue fluttered, and it made me writhe so much, I
probably looked like I was being burned up from the inside. It felt a little
like that, too. Every stroke was incendiary.
He had one hand resting on the inside of my thigh, but the other glided
up until he could grasp one of my breasts. My traitorous body arched into
his touch, encouraging him, and he made a sound that was either
satisfaction or to gloat, or possibly both.
I opened my eyes and lifted my head, which—huge mistake.
It meant I could see his deep eyes watching me as his tongue flicked
across my pink skin and see how much he was enjoying himself. Was this
how he would be if cameras weren’t rolling? Or was he a different person,
playing a part tonight?
On some level, I’d understand if that were the case. I felt like a different
person, but I wasn’t acting. Maybe this was the uninhibited girl I truly was,
but had always been too scared to let anyone see.
It was shocking watching him fuck me with his mouth, and so hot I
couldn’t look directly at him. My gaze drifted away, snagging on movement
above, which was an even bigger mistake, because I saw the shape of us on
the TV.
There I was at the foot of the bed, him kneeling with his head in
between my legs and his hands on my naked body. My gaze bounced from
one box onscreen to another, seeing us from all the different angles.
Overhead. From the side. One that was focused on exactly how Colin’s
tongue moved and licked.
As much as I hated it, it was undeniable how good we looked together.
My pulse rushed at breakneck speed while the tip of his tongue
massaged my swollen clit. The moan it wrung from me—I didn’t know I
was capable of making such an erotic sound.
I needed to slow him down.
It was embarrassing how quickly he’d turned me on and primed my
body for an explosion. My hands dove into his hair, urging him to shift
position. He’d probably think I was helping, trying to guide him to just the
right spot to send me over the edge, when I was secretly doing the opposite.
I was fine with it feeling good, as long as it didn’t feel too good.
Did he know what I was up to? No matter how firm I was with my grip
on his hair, he resisted. His mouth nuzzled in, his lips closed around my clit,
and he sucked.
“Shit,” I groaned, both with pleasure and frustration.
Besides fighting him, I had to fight my body too. I bucked, and my hips
canted, trying to make it easier for him. He dragged his hands over my skin
like he couldn’t get enough of touching me. Up and down they moved,
stroking over my legs, my stomach, my breasts.
I was coming unhinged.
Losing ground to him every second. We’d been competitors once
before, and I couldn’t tolerate being defeated a second time.
So, I jerked his head back away from me, and used the most forceful
voice I possessed. “I want to suck your cock.”
The strange thing was it wasn’t a lie. There was power in having him in
my mouth, under my control. I was eager to see if I could make him moan
like he’d done to me.
His expression hung with surprise. My filthy statement caught him off
guard, and I needed to capitalize on that. I launched up off the bed, urging
him to stand along with me, and although pleasure was still ricocheting
through my body, my legs were solid enough that I barely swayed once I
was upright.
Colin rose to his feet and didn’t stop me when my hands hurried to the
fly of his jeans, but he also seemed pissed. He’d wanted to make me
orgasm, and I’d disrupted his plan.
 But he was adaptable. As I struggled to get his pants undone, he stepped
forward, forcing me to move backward. He moved so quickly that when my
back hit the wall, the end table beside us jolted.
If I wasn’t so distracted, maybe I would have been impressed at how
well he’d maneuvered us to this spot. The side table was next to us, the
condom perfectly in reach. But I was too focused on getting his zipper
down, and then nudging both his underwear and his jeans down over his
notched hips.
“Turn. Back against the wall, Colin,” Scott said.
I heard the tight breath he took. The frat boy didn’t love taking orders
from someone else, but he complied. He spun us in place, and as I shoved at
his pants, Colin’s back thudded against the wall.
I’d hoped his jeans would sag down his legs, but they were hung on his
erection. I bent a knee and jerked his pants down, setting his dick free.
“Nice.” I could hear the smile in Nina’s voice.
I stilled, blinking at his nakedness. Then my glare shot up to him.
“Oh, fuck you,” I groaned.
 SEVEN

Madison

Life was unfair, so of course Colin had a big dick. I should have expected it
since he was auditioning for porn, but it pissed me off anyway. Wasn’t he
blessed enough with good looks and a trust fund?
You don’t know if he comes from money.
But I assumed he did, since all the other Sigs acted like privileged little
rich boys. Some I knew for a fact were wealthy. Riley definitely was. The
fieldhouse on campus was branded with his family’s name. And, hell,
Jack’s family owned not one, but two vacation homes.
When I cursed at Colin, an enormous smirk tilted on his lips and his
eyes flooded with pride.
“That’s all for you, baby,” he teased, overly dramatic.
I wanted to wipe the smirk off his lips, so I wrapped my fingers around
his dick and squeezed—hard. The playfulness drained from his face, and he
visibly went through a range of emotions in a single breath. Pleasure at my
touch. Confusion about the pressure. Then alarm that my grip was too tight.
I’d only done it as a warning, not to cause pain, and visible relief
washed across his face as I relaxed my grip. His expression shifted once
again to one of need as I slid my fist down and back up the length of him in
one long, painstakingly slow stroke. It was nice the way his chest lifted with
a heavy breath, and I liked how he stared down at me with a plea edging his
eyes. But I wasn’t sure what he was asking for.
That I be gentle? More firm? Go faster?
Or that I make good on my promise of going down on him?
I settled on my knees, getting comfortable for my task. His dick was
thick and impossibly hard, and when I licked my lips to wet them, he
throbbed inside my grasp. Fuck, it was hot.
 Almost as hot as he was.
I ringed my fingers around his base and held him steady while I teased
my indecent kiss like I was some kind of seductress. I dragged the soft tip
of him across my lips, taunted him with a hint of tongue, and all the while I
stared up at him with an evil smile.
He leaned against the wall for support and let out a loud sigh when I
opened my mouth wider and slid down. Shit, he was big. I had to work my
mouth side to side to take him deeper. When I caressed him with the flat of
my tongue, I enjoyed the way the muscles in his powerful thighs tensed.
Oh, he liked this. He liked this a lot, even if he didn’t like the girl who
was doing it to him.
Welcome to the club.
Colin’s breath went uneven when I began to move, pumping my mouth
back and forth on him at a steady pace. It took no time for his dick to be
coated with my saliva, or for my jaw to grow tired of being held open so
wide, but I kept at it.
What would happen if I made him come? It wouldn’t be my fault, and it
might make him look like he didn’t have good self-control. Plus, then it was
likely I wouldn’t have to sleep with him.
A voice inside me protested loudly at that idea.
Damn it. I could tell myself I didn’t want him, but it would be a lie.
At least I didn’t need to make it easy on him. I moved my fist in time
with my mouth, twisting my grip over his slippery skin as I sucked. My
other hand coasted up his thigh, moving up to cradle his balls and massage.
My action pulled a heavy groan of satisfaction from Colin, and my gaze
snapped up to watch him. He raked a hand through his disheveled brown
hair, which showed off his toned bicep, and then he closed his eyes and
tipped his head back. It hit the wall with a dull thud, and I wasn’t prepared
for how fucking erotic he looked.
A muscle low in my belly clenched.
I squeezed against it, giving myself pleasure, and it swelled when he
opened his eyes and looked down at me. At first his gaze was hazy and
unfocused, but as he locked on to me, it sharpened and grew intense.
I slowed, frozen under his spell. The connection between us was
suddenly so powerful, it was terrifying. It was just the two of us in that
moment. No other people or cameras.
The world faded out.