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“Yeah,” he shrugs and removes his hand from my leg.Damn.
I swallow. “You mean to tell me you don’t enjoy getting paid to have sex?”
“Jemma, it’s not what you think. It’s work.”
“It’s sex,” I say. “Sex feels good.”
“Are you asking me if it feels good, or if I like it?” He glances over and smirks at me before changing lanes.
“Like it.”
“It’s just—just different, you know?”
“Nope,” I say. “I’m not a porn star. I have no idea.”
“Porn sex is just sex.”
“And you like sex, right.”
Shaking his head, he laughs. “Yeah, sex is good.”
“So you like being a porn star then?”
“Like I said,” he looks at me and cocks a brow, “sure.”
“So which girl’s your favorite?”
“Jemma, you know, I don’t really want to—” He shakes his head.
“You have to have a favorite, there’s gotta be one you have a thing for or something.”
“No.”
I narrow my gaze at him. “Come on, Tyler. You gotta like one of them a little, I mean you violate their bodies on camera, come on.”
“No feelings. At. All.”
I throw my hands up. “Guys are weird. There is no way I could have sex with somebody over and over and not eventually get some kind of feelings toward them.”
“Well, you’re a girl.” His hand comes back to rest on my thigh, higher than the first time. “You’re wired differently,” he says.
“Wired differently...” I laugh and stare out of the window.
“Titch, it’s just different. It’s work. I get paid for it. There’s nothing to it.” He exhales before glancing over at me. “Look, when we ran into each other and ended up having sex—that happened, and I wanted it to. I wanted to fuck you, it’s all I could think about from the moment you got in that cab, and then once we started, I couldn’t get enough of you.” Pausing, he gently rubs his hand over my leg. “That was the kind of feeling that makes your eyes roll back in your head. It was organic. What I do at work, it’s just the mechanics. There is nothing there. At. All.”
I have that little quiver in the pit of my stomach, that nervous flutter and excitement—but I shouldn’t. I swallow. “Yeah…okay.”
“That bother you?” he asks.
“What?”
“That I compared it to sex with you?”
“No,” I lie.
“Just so you know, you’re the first person I’ve slept with outside of work since I started.”
“Oh, God, is that a compliment or what?”
