Page 20 of Sweet Shots

“You don’t like to collect things?”

“I don’t like to waste money on things that don’t matter.”

“That explains a lot. You grow up poor or something?”

I grit my teeth, snapping the top of the machine shut after pouring in water.

“Oh, right,” he says. “We’re not getting personal. Sorry, I forgot.”

Five minutes later, we’re sitting at the dining table. I can’t believe I’m here again. Sitting at his table for a meal, no less.

“So, this is what I’m thinking,” he begins, picking up his large mug of coffee. He takes a sip before continuing. “You can dictate how the photoshoot and video shoot for BTL go. That’s your thing, you handle it. I’ll do whatever you want,exceptbottom. I don’t bottom; that’s a hard no.”

My stomach does a little flip. Something about him being all growly about that is hot.

“Go on.”

I cut a piece of the omelet, trying not to moan when I put it in my mouth.How did he make this taste so good?

“The video we do for my website, I want more direction on. I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but it needs to have my vision. I’m going to put it up on my website, behind my pay wall, of course. You’re free to do the same. We each onlyget what we make off it. You get none of my royalties from my page, and me none of yours.”

“That sounds fair.”

I cut another piece, already halfway done. If I’m not careful, I’m going to become obsessed with this food. It’s better than Clara’s.

“I thought you’d think so, which is why I already have a contract drafted up.”

I huff out a disbelieving laugh.

“Wow, you’re on top of things, aren’t you?”

“I like money. So, there’s only one more thing that I want from you before we start signing shit.”

I put my fork down and sit back, meeting his gaze. I knew there would be something. He’s not the type to let sleeping dogs lie, and all this is way too easy.

“What’s that?”

One side of his mouth turns up in a smile. “I want lifetime access to your page, including all back posts and bonus materials.”

“What? Why?” I blurt out, surprised at what he’s asking for. That isn’t even close to what I expected him to say. I’m not sure what I expected, but something so simple? Doesn’t seem right. He has to have an ulterior motive.

“Curiosity,” he answers with a slight shrug.

Curiosity? Seriously? That’s all he’s going to give me?

I think about it as I watch him watch me. There can’t be any harm in giving him access to my page, right? It’s just anothersub. I mean, he’ll see all the stuff I put up, but if we’re making a video together anyway, it’s not like my dick will be any surprise to him. I don’t see there being an issue with this. Which is the weird part. If this is so easy, so simple, why does he want it? I guess it doesn’t really matter, because I need this. I’d have done something that could cause me a problem for the sake of the money.

“Fine.” I pick up my fork and keep eating, because even though he’s annoying, this food is delicious, and I don’t want it to go to waste.

Chapter Eight

Dominic

I’ve never been to a porn set before. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done it all myself. Before I bought my house, I did it in my apartment. I have to say, this whole setup is pretty impressive. We haven’t even gone in yet and I’m already grinning.

“This is all professional and shit, huh?” I say as we walk to the front door. I reach out to pull it open, but Mikah stops me. He grips my arm and pulls me to the side.

“Let’s get something straight before we go in there, okay?”

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