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“Yes. A couple of them begin shooting next year. Are you saying you want to take on acting roles?”
“It’s safer.” I told him.
“Is your girl objecting to you doing stunts?”
“No.” I admitted. “I need to start rebuilding my career for the days when I can’t jump out of helicopters after being lit on fire. Look, you can’t fault a guy for wanting to make sure his career lasts. I look at my brother who just had a child and I realize, when he goes, his daughter will remember her father—the man who served his country, the man who came home and started a successful business. I want a legacy too. What will my kids say when they ask them who their father was?”
“Just think about it a little more, okay? Please? That’s all I’m asking for.”
I sighed. “Fine. But I won’t change my mind.”
That call faded into one to Mamba who hadn’t answered the first time I’d called through. We talked for a while, me checking on Jeremy.
After a few minutes, footsteps sounded in the wall before the door eased in and I almost passed out.
“Kid?” Mamba called. “Kid, are you okay?”
“Holy, fuck.”
“What’s going on?”
“I wish you could see what just walked into this room.” I swallowed.
“Well, let me see?”
“Oh, hell no.” I licked my lips. “I’m going to have to call you back—not sure when though.”
“Kid!”
I hung up and dropped the phone somewhere. I heard the clunk, but I didn’t care enough to look for it.
Nella was standing at the foot of the bed dressed in a kind of lingerie that was design to drive any man mad. What drove me even crazier was that she chose to wear it for me.
“Am I the first man to see you in that?” I managed.
“Yes.” She turned around so I could see the string lost between her perfect cheeks. “You’re the only man who will see me in it.”
“Damn—shake your ass for me, Nel.”
She took my hand and I scooted off the bed to follow her to the chair by the window. When she braced her palm to my chest, I didn’t fight it.
I simply fell backward.
Nella then proceeded to give me a lap-dance that edged me repeatedly.
The way she touched herself.
The way she pushed her ass my chest and gyrated down until she was seated in my lap.
I knew she felt how hard I’d become—and she enjoyed knowing she’d done that to me.
Her smell—chocolate and fire—stirred every part of me, all my senses.
When I reached forward to touch, she pushed my hand away and walked toward the chest at the foot of the bed where she braced her palms to it. Nella glanced over her shoulder, lifted her perfect ass in the air while rolling her hips downward.
I bit into my bottom lip, fighting back the growl that threatened to escape.
“Turn your around and sit.”
