Page 31 of The Money Shot

In my fantasy, Jack climbed up my body, then I took his cock into my mouth. His hands tangled in my hair as I sucked and licked and teased him until he was panting and begging for release.

“Suck it, Liam,” Jack panted, thrusting his girth deeper down my throat. “Pull the cum out of me with your mouth and tongue.”

Suddenly he was facefucking me, rough and hard. And then it happened— my cock exploded, sending jets of come all the way up to my chest, with a glob landing on my chin. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I pictured Jack shooting his load down my throat like a naughty reward for being such a good boy.

My breathing slowed as the fantasy faded away, leaving me alone in the empty room once again. Then I realized I was still filming, so I opened my eyes and stared straight at my phone across the room.

“Do you want me now?” I breathed, and I smeared my fingers through the come on my chest and leered. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

Chapter Eighteen

Nessa

The cork popped with a satisfying thwip as I tugged it free from my “emergency” bottle of wine, the one I kept stashed behind my office files for truly dire times. If a Thursday night with my bestie Moira didn’t qualify, then I didn’t know what did.

“To all the good-lookin’ dummies out there,” I declared, raising my glass.

“Who are good for only one thing!” Moira finished, clinking her glass against mine with a mischievous grin. Her Bronx accent made “thing” sound like “ting,” and I couldn’t help but giggle, because with Moira, the entire world turned a shade brighter and a little fuzzier, especially after a bottle and a half of merlot.

“Speaking of good-lookin’,” I said, leaning in like I had a state secret. “You know those new guys on the tenth floor?”

“Ohhh, are they hot?” She perked up, and I could practically see her gears turning. When I’d first mentioned them, she’d been lukewarm. But add some wine and a little gossip, and her interest was properly piqued.

“Honey,scorching. You have no idea,” I whispered dramatically. “I swear, if they weren’t so easy on the eyes, Iwould’ve thrown ‘em out the second I found out about that little ‘incident’ with their other roommate.”

Moira gasped, wide-eyed, “No! What happened?”

I leaned back, savoring the moment. “Turns out their third roommate? Drug dealer. Left behind this absolute tornado in the apartment, cops sniffin’ around, the whole nine yards. But Jack and Liam, the two hotties that stayed? They’re clean as whistles. I mean, they’re sweet, so I figure, what’s a little drama here and there?”

“Oh my God, that sounds likeGeneral Hospital—” Moira began.

“—mixed withLaw & Order,” I finished, and we burst out laughing, half spilling our wine as we clinked glasses again.

“Okay, okay,” she said, leaning in with that look in her eye. “So… what do they look like?”

I grinned, fishing my phone out from under the couch cushions. “Girl, lemme show you something.” I swiped open my Instagram and clicked on the handle I was most proud of: my private little “Hot Tenants” account. All my best work, curated to perfection and enjoyed by one lucky follower—yours truly.

“Here’s a taste.” I held the phone out, and she snatched it, her eyes widening as she swiped through.

“Who’s that?” she asked, her finger hovering over a picture of a tall, dapper-looking lawyer from the penthouse. This was my magnum opus—the man who’d found his way into my bed after just the right amount of vodka and charm.

“Thatis Evan. And we got very well acquainted over an emergency inspection of his plumbing.” I wiggled my eyebrows for effect.

Moira clapped a hand over her mouth, half-horrified and half-delighted. “Nessa! You wild woman! So, did he—”

“Absolutely,” I said, holding up my hand in victory. “And then some. But he’s got that lawyer attitude, you know? So, now we just keep things professional.”

She gasped, still swiping through the photos until her finger came to rest on a close-up of Liam, looking ridiculously good in a photo I’d taken the day he moved in, his dark curls tumbling over his forehead and his hazel eyes catching the light just so. I’d added a sepia filter, of course. Gave him that movie-star mystery.

“Oh, Nessa,” she sighed, clutching her chest. “He’sdelicious.”

“Right? I mean,lookat him,” I agreed, fanning myself. “The day he moved in, he had that shy little grin, like he was just some kid moving in with his big brother or something. There’s more to him than meets the eye. You mark my words.”

“Do you think he’d be into someone like me?” Moira asked, giving a playful bat of her eyelashes.

“Oh, honey,” I said, nudging her. “I could be mistaken, but I don’t think Liam or his roommate Jack bat for our team, if you get my drift. Hey, how’s Anthony?”

“Oh, Anthony,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “You know I like ‘em hot and stupid, Nessa. The man can bench press a truck, but try asking him to split a bill evenly? Forget it. Took him fifteen minutes to figure out how much his own steak was at dinner last week. ‘I can do the math, babe,’ he says, and then he pulls out his phone to use the calculator.”

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