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We both dressed and made our way back to the computer he’d been sitting at. The room was bigger than an office, almost as big as Ice’s suite, so it had offered a little space for us to run around like idiots.
The image on the screen, as I leaned around to look at it, had me looking away and cursing, even as Ice’s hand moved to try and cover my eyes.
“I don’t want you looking at his dick, got it? Bad enough I end up seeing it every time I find another fucking video.”
Poor Has-Been. It must be so devastating to know this keeps happening to him, that his private moments had been shared with the world. It’s the ultimate betrayal, well, after cheating.
“So they’re still loading them online?”
Ice nodded, pointing at something else on a screen beside this one. It was showing a tally, eight sets of four lines with a fifth striking through each set of four, plus a single line. Forty one videos so far? What the hell?
“Is it just one video over and over?”
Ice shot me a fierce look, still hiding the porn from my eyes. Porn featuringhisbrother.
“You wanting to know all about his fucking sexual skills, babe? I’m only just starting to tolerate the guy, so don’t fuck it up.”
“You know I’m not. I’m just showing an interest in your work.”
He set something searching, and dragged me up and away from the desk.
“Show an interest in any other part of my job but this one. I can’t handle his naked dick being near you, even if it is in a video.”
He led me out of the room, switching off the light, and locking the door with a key, before he headed for the bar, tugging me along behind him.
“Tommy! Tell me you got something cooking.”
The prospect glanced at the clock with a heavy sigh, and offered Ice a frustrated look.
“Yeah, like two hours ago, man. Let me go whip something up. Any allergies, lady?”
I shook my head, then held up a finger.
“Uh… no onions for me.”
He shrugged, and headed off through a door off the bar, while Ice eyed me lasciviously.
“No onions, eh? You planning on kissing me some more, little vixen?”
I picked up a beer mat, and twirled it in my fingers.
“Obviously, but onions give me acid, and I’d rather not be up half the night.”
He shot me another one ofthoselooks. “Not for that, anyway.”
Forty-Six
Herbagswereinmy room, and she was in my room, and I fucking wanted her again already.
“Want a shower?” She nodded, crouching down to dig through her bag for something. I leaned down, and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to her feet.
“I got everything you need, babe.”
She pointed at her bag, as she pulled against my grip.
“My toiletries are in there, and my clothes.”
I led her to the bathroom, pointing out my soap and towels.
