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Everything was static. I was a raw nerve floating in space, and Wolfe was still seated inside of me, finally pulling out with a soft moan and my accompanying hiss.

I did it. We did it. With a soft slap against the side of my ass, I felt the bed move as the masked man rose. "Nice work, Clark.”

Nice work, indeed.

Chapter 15

Sebastian

The shower felt heavenly on my sore muscles; my stupid shoulder injury decided to flare up as soon as I had hefted her thighs over my shoulders. Apparently, I had a limit to how long I could eat a woman out, at least at that angle. I had offered for Clark to stay for dinner. I was just going to get takeout, but she politely refused.

Part of me worried about how she would take the aftermath. That was the most stressful part when finding a collaborator, especially one that wasn't into camming in the first place. I stayed under that hot water for what seemed like forever, my overtaxed muscles screaming for the sweet relief the heat provided.

Reminiscing about the events today made my cock begin to stir in the steam shower, and lazily, I began to stroke it, closing my eyes and mentally reviewing what we had filmed today. Fuck, I could still taste her on my tongue, and fuck if she hadn't tasted amazing. One hand reached out to grasp the wall, my eyes squeezing close as I remembered the way her pussy squeezed about my cock when I had first pushed in. So deliciously tight despite how aroused she was, the way Clark's inner walls had grabbed at my cock when she came. Like her body didn't want to let me go.

Before I knew it, I found my balls tightening, and without evenrealizing it, I was coming again, moaning, this time with reckless abandon, and there were no cameras around to film it.

Fuck. FUCK. What was I doing?! You don't masturbate in the shower to your coworker, especially to your coworker that you're having sex with, especially the coworker that you're having sex with for said work. That had never happened with Natalie, not once. It was a professional workplace relationship, and we ate nachos after; I knew her fucking fiancé. Not once did I think about the way Natalie tasted, or the way her thick hair knotted around my fists as I thrust my fingers into her tight—NO, no. That's not what we're doing.

I scrubbed off quickly as if I could erase my sins with a loofah and some bergamot body wash. This was a business deal only; Clark was helping me, and I was helping her with money. Orgasms are just a perk of the job if I did my job right, that is. And it looked like I did from how she was acting. Or maybe she was just a really good actress?

Snorting to myself as I towel-dried my hair, I thought about her short-lived career on the debate team when she couldn't stop crying when arguing with her classmate. No, not an actress.

My phone buzzed on the counter, shaking me from my thoughts as the screen lit up with Natalie's photo.

Natalie: How did it go?

Me: Good, I think we worked together well.

Natalie: That's great, she's very sweet. It's good you guys have somewhat of a history to build off of.

Me: I mean, we were passing acquaintances in high school, but yeah, it helps to know her character.

Natalie: So what now?

Me: I guess I'll review the footage and see how she feels in 48 hours. If she's good to go, then we'll set up our filming schedule.

Natalie: Well, keep me updated! I have good feelings about her!

I set my phone down and blew out a breath, staring at myself in the foggy mirror, and shook my head at myself.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," I hissed at my reflection as I rolled my shoulder again, the muscle feeling a bit looser now.

Downing another bottle of water, I sucked on my teeth only to realize I could still taste her, and damn if it didn't make my dick jump like I hadn't already cum twice—okay, three times—today.

Ripping open my door with determination and grabbing my toothbrush, I set to cleanse her off of me. Like a good coworker would do.

Fuck.

So I did what any self-respecting entrepreneur would do; I went to work. Making myself a cup of coffee in the ridiculously expensive coffee maker that Natalie had insisted was "practically a write-off" with how much coffee I drank, I got to work. The music helped me focus; Mozart always seemed to keep me in the right frame of mind while I worked. Rolling through the hour and a half of raw footage was always a time-consuming process, but my new glasses helped the eye strain. I had thankfully pushed out another solo video earlier in the day since I had subscribers who paid for weekly content, and regardless of it, I had a partner, and I had backups.

My socials were updated, and I made sure to scroll through the thousands of messages I had from fans and subscribers. Mostly supportive, plenty thirsty and some just being weird. I made sure to interact with a few to keep my engagement up, scrolled through my feed to repost a few videos, and engaged with a few other creators. The algorithm was a fickle beast, and I did my best every day to stay on top of it. I didn't make much off of my social media videos. However, the traffic they brought in for my official site was more than enough to warrant the daily video posts of the more PG-13 content and a few devil emojis underneath a sexually charged comment, which I always thought was odd coming from people who had their whole-ass faces and business information in their profiles, but to each their own.

I was halfway through my cup of coffee when the content finished importing and brought up my editing program, a very expensive one for which I’d also paid for an equally expensive crash course. Whoever said you had to spend money to make money wasn't lying. I wasn't about to outsource my editing to a dude who could leak it on the internet for free, see a glimpse of my real face, or do a million other lurid things with it.

I might have a pretty face and a hot body, but I wasn't alazypretty face and hot body.

The videos had to be trimmed down a lot, which I had anticipated as there’d been a lot of talking and planning, with it being her first set. I stifled a laugh thinking about the bullshit videos Natalie and I shot for weeks before we got the hang of it. Working solo had its inherent advantages; I made my schedule entirely myself, and my videos were straightforward to edit.

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