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“You would’ve had a massive OnlyFans following.” Sebastian smiles sheepishly. “Actually, I think you still could if you wanted to start a page now.”

I laugh because that would be an unmitigated disaster. “No one wants to watch an old guy like me.”

Sebastian’s gaze rakes over me, lingering on my shoulders and on my forearms. His tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip. “Trust me. Everyone would want to watch you. I’m not just saying that. My friends think so too.”

“Your friends?” I ask and Sebastian’s face turns an alarming shade of reddish-green.

“Um, I mean…”

He’s saved by the waiter coming back with our drinks. I take a sip of my IPA, the bitter hops adding to the warmth that’s been simmering in me since I ran into Sebastian.

Sebastian practically chugs his margarita.

“You were saying something about your friends?” I prompt because suddenly I want to know how much he’s been talking to his friends about me.

“Right, yeah, um, I might have mentioned to a few friends that I saw you at Mars,” Sebastian mutters quietly.

I have to lean in really close to hear him and in the process, I pick up another whiff of vanilla. I smother a deep moan that wants to escape from the middle of my chest. “And they think I should start an OnlyFans page?”

Sebastian peeks up at me through his lashes, all sweet and demure, and that warmth spreads down to my groin.

“They think you would do well if you had one.” Sebastian’s voice feels like a caress, like a gentle drag of his hand down my chest, over my stomach, and lower.

My dick starts to fill like Sebastian’s just palmed it. My body shifts like it’s trying to press my cock more firmly against him.

“I wouldn’t have anything to put on a page like that,” I say, though it comes out more like a growl.

Sebastian’s eyes dilate and his lips part with a silent gasp. “If you want, I can help you with that.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

SEBASTIAN

For about two seconds, I’m absolutely certain that Christian is going to take me up on the offer. Not necessarily to help him set up an OnlyFans page or even an official collab video. But sex. We’re going to have sex. I just know it.

Then something happens and Christian blinks like he’s coming out of a trance. He shifts in his seat and clears his throat. He’s looking everywhere but at me and I wonder if I imagined that look in his eyes. The one that said, “Your place or mine?”

I shrink back in my chair and pull my hands into my lap. I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine it. I can still feel the wisps of sexual tension lingering between us. Was it something I said? Did I come on too strong? He seemed just as into it as I was, though…

“Sorry,” Christian says. “I, um, that’s… very flattering. Thank you.”

Flattering. That’s what he said when I told him he’d inspired my camboy career. I thought it was a compliment at the time. Now, I’m not so sure.

“I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything,” I say. “I know you’re retired and all that.”

Christian’s gaze flicks to me, alert and sharp, then flicks away—so fast I don’t catch the look in his eyes. He’s uncomfortable, that much is obvious. There’s something he doesn’t want to talk about, something I’m not supposed to know.

He takes in a deep breath that expands his already broad chest. The fabric of his shirt is like a second skin, showing off every muscle as they move. Even now, having been rejected, I can’t stop admiring Christian and the perfect male specimen that he is.

I need to stop. He’s made it explicitly clear that he has no interest in returning to porn. Any more fantasizing I do is only going to end badly for me. I’m well-versed in finding disappointment everywhere I look, I don’t need to go drumming up more just for fun.

“You weren’t pressuring me.”

I nod. Of course he would say that. That’s the nice thing to say. Forgive me if I don’t believe him. The waiter shows up again, thank god, because the fun flirty atmosphere between us has turned heavy and dense. He sets down a huge basket of fries, mozzarella sticks, and two types of wings.

“Can I get either of you a refill?” the waiter asks.

Christian looks edgy and tense when he answers. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

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