Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
When our limbs are functional again, we flop onto the floor on our backs, since the air mattress isn’t big enough for the two of us.
Auggie mutters, “I’ve wanted to do that to you, since the minute I saw you bursting into Captain’s. But that blew every fantasy and sex dream I’ve ever had about you out of the water. Holy shit.”
I stare at him, not knowing what to say. It was incredible for me, too. The best sex I’ve ever had in my life. But I certainly haven’t been fantasizing about doing that with him since laying eyes on him at Captain’s. My attraction to him has been a slow burn/slow build sort of thing. A flame that grew and grew, until it became a forest fire inside me.
“You’re surprised I wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you?” he says, reacting to my facial expression. “Charlotte, I flirted with you the second I saw you.”
I smirk. “You said you only smiled at me because you thought I might be your teenage crush.”
Auggie snickers. “I lied. I was flirting with you. Of course. And I also thought you might be my teenage crush. But that thought occurred to me only after I’d already thought, ‘Wow, she’s incredible.’”
Oh, Auggie. I can’t return the sentiment, unfortunately, since we both know I had my head too far up my ass that day to be able to see him clearly. So, instead, I simply pull his face to mine and kiss him tenderly. I didn’t plan to kiss him before reaching our finish line on the money thing. But now that I’ve kissed him, and found out how electrifying it feels, how sweet his lips taste, there’s no turning back. I’m addicted.
When our kiss ends, Auggie nuzzles my nose and says, “I’ll get you a tissue.” He gets up and heads to the attached bathroom. And when he returns, and he hands me a wad of toilet paper, which I use to clean up the massive load he left inside me that’s now dripping onto my thighs.
When that task is done, I sit up, matching the position Auggie took on the floor next to me when he sat back down. “We just paid to have sex, you know. Basically. We could have used that same amount of sexual energy and time to put on a show and make money, but we gave it all up to jump each other’s bones, off-camera.”
“No regrets here. You?”
“None. It was well worth it, if you ask me.”
He sighs with relief. “One hundred percent.”
“But we can’t make a habit of it. We shouldn’t do it again until we’ve got every penny for Carlo.”
Auggie’s shoulders droop, but he doesn’t push back.
“We need to put that whole mess behind us, as soon as possible,” I say. “And then, we’ll do what we just did, at our leisure, as much as we want, as our reward.”
Auggie nods. “I hate to admit it, but I agree that’s the right call.” He brushes his fingertips across my bare thigh. “I think we should try a new approach in the next few shows. Now that we’ve actually had sex, I’m even more confident I don’t want to do that, on-camera. Ever. So, I feel like we’ve now gone as far as we can in terms of the sex acts we’re willing to perform, on-camera.”
“I agree. I feel like sex is our hard line in the sand.”
“Agreed. If I’m being honest, I feel like I crossed a line for myself when I fucked your face. When it was over and I came to my senses, I felt like that was a bridge too far for me, in terms of what I want to be doing on-camera.”
I blush. “I’m sorry, Auggie. I never meant to—”
“You didn’t. I wanted to do it in the moment. I was totally into it. But afterward, I realized that’s gonna have to be a one-time thing for me. I’m just not cut out to be a full-on porn star, babe. It’s just not me.”
I take his hand. “I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with. I know we’ve strayed pretty far from the original concept of your puppet shows. I never meant for things to get quite as porny and raunchy as they’ve become.”
“I’ve had a blast. Truly. Time of my life. But I’m thinking maybe we could crowdsource some new show ideas, in addition to the usual stuff. We could ask people what they’d want to see you do, naked. And then make them pay extra for the pleasure. There’s a woman who makes millions on the site, simply by showing her bare feet in different scenarios. In Jell-o. In baked beans. In mud.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, for real. So, let’s see what our superfans might pay to see you do, in addition to the usual shows. It might free us up a bit, in terms of the time and sexual energy we’ll need to muster, multiple times a day.”