Page 46 of Sweet Shots

He whips his head toward me, a look of horror on his face. “Awhat?”

“Mikah, this video right here is going to drive my subs insane. Trust me, I know. They’ll all flock to your site next. This is going to be a lot of extra money for you. You don’t want to ruin this opportunity over feeling embarrassed when you have no reason to be embarrassed. But, since you do feel that way, let’s make a second video—well, third I guess—same terms, to show them you can last longer. If it’ll make you feel better.”

He blinks a few times, glancing back at the computer before saying, “I need to think about it.”

“Then think about it. In the meanwhile, I’ll edit this one and send you the copy for approval. I won’t upload it until we agree on what to do next.”

He nods, then gets up from his seat. “I need to go take a nap.”

“Good idea.”

He walks to the door, but stops with his hand on the handle, looking at me over his shoulder. From the table, I can still see him well.

“Do you do this with everyone you make videos with?” he asks carefully, brow slightly furrowed.

“Do what, exactly?” I ask. I’m pretty sure I know what he’s asking, but I want him to be clear. He’ll get more out of me if he’s direct.

“All of… this.” He makes a motion with his hand, gesturing to the kitchen and the table.

I get up and go to him. “You mean make them meals? Make sure they eat? Jerk them off against my wall?”

“Yeah, that,” he forces out.

I wait a beat longer than I should, knowing it’s going to get to him.

“Nope. You’re the one and only.”

He gives a little shake of his head and a shrug. “Why?”

I tilt my head, holding his gaze. “I just want to.” Gripping his chin, I take a step closer. “Go home. Take a nap. Text me when you’re awake.”

He blinks slowly, dragging his tongue along his bottom lip. I so badly want to kiss him again, but I won’t. Small steps. Don’t want him running scared.

“Okay.”

I drop my hand and step back so he can pull the door open. He leaves without looking back. I move to the window and watch him walk down the driveway, around the fence, and I lose sight of him when he steps onto his porch.

Today is going to tell me a lot about what’s in store for us. He knows what to expect from me and what I want. Now I need to know if he’s going to go for it or if he’s going to keep pushing me away. If he texts me when he wakes up, that’s a good sign. It means I’m right, and he wants this too. I’ve already accepted that I want him, I just have to make him understand it. I’ll help him get more comfortable with the idea later—as long as he texts me.

Which I think he will.

I’ve never been a relationship guy, and I’m not saying I want to marry Mikah. But the thought of being with him every day, of him looking at me the way he does, making him come the way I do, seeing the amazed look on his face when I cook him food or the annoyance when I grin at him… I like it. I like all of it. I want more. So maybe I’ve never really dated in my adult life, but I want to date the fuck out of Mikah Reed.

My phone buzzes with a call in my pocket and I pull it out, seeing a number I don’t recognize.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for Dominic Blake,” a no-nonsense woman says.

“You’ve found him.”

“Hello, Mr. Blake, my name is Aldirah. I work with Chelseigh Lynn of MAIF. Are you familiar with the company?”

I chuckle. “Who isn’t?”

MAIF—Marvelous Adult Independent Films—is an annual award ceremony for adult content creators. If they’re calling me, I can only assume it’s because one of my videos was finally submitted. This is the fifth year for the awards. I’d submitted things the first two years, but didn’t get in, so I didn’t try after that because my following grew and I put my focus on other things. But someone else must have submitted my video for something if they’re calling me.

She gives a stiff laugh. “You’d be surprised. Anyway, I’m calling because two of your videos are up for an award, and I’d like to make sure you are able to attend.”

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