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  Pressing play, I prop my phone on the pillow beside me and shove my sweats and boxers down to my ankles. At the sound of that first moan, my dick swells. The fact that Jemma’s in the bathroom naked and wet makes this all the more of a turn on. I fist my cock, watching as she grins up at the camera before slipping those perfect fucking lips of hers around that dick. I can’t see him, so I just imagine it’s my cock sliding into her warm, wet mouth. The camera pans down her body, stopping on her perky little tits. I can remember exactly what they feel like in my palms—what she smells like. The thought of how damn good her pussy tastes on my tongue makes my muscles tense and a short groan work its way up my throat. I’m jerking my shit hard, my hand slapping against my stomach. I close my eyes for a second and listen to her moans, her heavy breaths. I’m so fucking turned on right now. I reach down and grab my balls with my free hand, rolling them around in my palm. I’m close, I can feel everything in my gut tightening and threatening to explode, and my movements grow more frantic in the process. Another moan and my toes are curling.

  “What. The. Hell!”

  The sound of her voice forces my eyes open, but I leave my hand on my cock. She’s soaking wet, with a towel wrapped around her. Goddamn.

  “Tyler, what the…”

  My gaze drifts from her to the video still playing. “Stroking one out to your video, what’s it looks like I’m doing?” I ask, pumping on my cock a few more times. My pulse is in overdrive, and I feel like a shady shit, but I would never let her know it. “Now,” I motion her away with the hand that has been fondling my balls, “if you’d go back to your shower so I can finish…”

  Her cheeks redden as her eyes stray back to my phone.

  There’s a low groan from the video. “Show me that pretty little pussy.”

  “Like this?” Her voice comes over the speakers.

  “Oh, fuck yeah…”

  My eyes remain locked with hers. My dick’s still in my hand when she comes stomping across the room. Water drips onto my bare stomach when she leans over me to snatch the phone. I should grab her and throw her down on the bed, rip that towel open and fuck some goddamn sense into her.

  “My God, would you stop?” she says with an agitated groan.

  I keep jerking my shit. “Put the fucking phone back.”

  “Fuck no.” She glances down at my dick. “Stop!”

  I wink at her. “Nah, but your welcome to do the shit you were doing in that video if you want.”

  The next thing I know, she’s slapped me. I stop for a second and glare at her. Tensing my jaw, I give my cock a good, hard tug.

  She narrows one eye and her nostrils flare. She tucks her towel under her arm. “I said stop.” She grabs my forearm and attempts to pull it away from my dick which is now getting really, really fucking hard.

  I yank my arm back, and she jerks it in the opposite direction. I pull, she tugs. “Well, this is one way to help,” I say, laughing.

  I snatch my arm back, but this time, she loses her balance and falls into me—and my dick. The next thing I know, teeth sink into my shoulder.

  “What the—” I inhale on a hiss as I push her away.

  She stumbles back onto the other bed and glares at me like she wants to fucking kill me. Her chest is heaving, her hair still dripping over her shoulder. Standing, I yank my sweatpants up before taking the few steps to the edge of her bed. I stand over her, and we stare at each other. With each passing second, her breaths fall more ragged. Rolling her eyes, she tears her gaze away and pushes up from the bed, but when she tries to walk past me, I grab her wrist and tug her back.

  “You fucking hit me,” I say with a growl.

  Her brown eyes lift to mine. She bites down on that full fucking bottom lip of hers. Leaning down, I inch my face toward her. I leave my lips centimeters from hers, breathing over her lips with our eyes still locked. She reaches up like she’s going to hit me again and I grab her wrist. “You make me want to do things I shouldn’t.” I snatch her other hand and shove it behind her back, pinning her tiny wrists in one hand. I yank her toward me, and when I do, her towel falls to the floor. Her hard nipples brush over my bare stomach, and I fight back a groan.

  She drags in a breath and right as she opens her mouth to say some smartass comment, I slam my lips over hers. She tenses, attempting to jerk her hands out of my grip, but despite that, the moment I slide my tongue across her lips, they part. I kiss her hard, and she tilts her head to deepen the kiss then her teeth cut into my tongue. I drop her hands and pull away, glaring at her.

  “You’re a fucking asshole,” she says. She stares up at me, heat burning behind her eyes.

  This is the moment where she could slap me or walk away, but she just standing here, completely naked, and goddamn it, I am going to fuck her.

  Without warning, I fist her hair, jerking her head to the side. “Is this what you like?” I ask through a clenched jaw. “Because I’ll fucking treat you like a dirty little whore if that’s what you want.”

  She leans in, rolling her bottom lip over mine. “I hate you.”

  My hand tightens in her hair, and I pull it, coaxing a slight hiss from her. “Like-fucking-wise,” I say, then slam my lips over hers again. She moans into my mouth. I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, and she rakes her nails over my back so hard I’m sure there’ll be fucking marks. I grope over her tits, sides, ass before I grab between her legs, palming her pussy. Goddamn, she’s wet. I can feel her swollen clit right under my thumb, and fuck, my dick is throbbing right now. I have to pull in a breath to keep my shit together. She grabs the waist of my sweats and frantically shoves them down my hips. The moment my cock’s exposed and pressed against her stomach, I lose it.

  I take her by the shoulders and push her back onto the bed, grabbing onto her ankles as I fall to my knees and drag her to the edge of the mattress. I roll my lips over her clit, barely making contact, but providing enough sensation that her back arches and she squirms. “You make me so fucking angry,” I say before I trace my tongue along her slit. “So goddamn angry.” I pull her clit between my teeth and flick my tongue over it. The feminine taste of her pussy nearly causes my eyes to roll back in my head.

  “Fuck you,” she says, fisting the sheets. She places her foot on my shoulder and gives a pitiful attempt to push me away. I grab onto her thighs and yank her farther off the mattress. “Fuck…” she moans when I circle my tongue around her clit. “…you.” Her hands are in my hair, tugging, and her hips are bucking ever so slightly as she seeks that release I’m not about to give her.

  I flick my tongue over her, hard, fast—then I suck her clit into my mouth. She slaps at the mattress, her heel digging into my shoulder. And then I bite her.

  “You’re a narcissistic ass.”

  “You’re a fucking prude.” Straightening up, I slip a finger into her tight pussy, groaning at how wet she is. I stand, then lean over the bed, caging her in with my arms. “And I’m going to fuck that shit right out of you.”

  Her legs fall open and wrap around my hips, pulling me toward her. “Go to hell,” she says.

  And I slam into her so fucking hard her head bangs against the headboard. “Gladly,” I say, burying myself further inside her warm wet pussy. She hisses and I push in more. I feel the end of her at my tip. I pull back and thrust into her hard.

  “Shit,” she whispers, and I slam into her again. Her breath catches.

  “Fucking take it.”

  She grabs onto my ass, her nails slicing through the skin as I pound into her relentlessly. I’m going to fuck her so hard she can’t possibly open that smart ass mouth to say another fucking word. I can literally feel my dick pushing against the end of her, and I force myself in her just a little more, causing her to hiss. Before long her back is arching off the bed, the sheets are balled in her fists. She’s moaning so loud next to my ear as her pussy clamps down around me. As soon as her body has gone limp, I feel that fucking ecstasy shoot through my veins. I pull out and come on her stoma
ch before collapsing on top of her.

  Hatefuck. I just hatefucked my ex.

  The sheets are on the floor. I’m sprawled out on the bed, breathless, covered in sweat, and swimming in post-sex bliss.

  What the hell just happened?

  “Well,” Tyler says between breaths, “that was different.” When he sits up, I glance over at him. “You realize you left the water running in the shower?”

  “Yeah…”

  When he stands, my eyes instinctively fall down to his ass. Fuck, why does he have to be so hot? How in the hell did I even give into him like that? I’m reeling from the orgasm, from how the hell this even happened. I came out and caught him masturbating to my sextape. Was that a turn on? Of course it fucking was. Did it piss me off? Not as much as I pretended. Did I mean to fuck him? No!

  I push up from the mattress to go to the bathroom, but he grabs onto my arm. “Jemma,” he says. “We can say we hate each other all fucking day long, but we both know that’s bullshit.” He releases my arm, grabs his sweats and puts them on before falling back onto the bed.

  I close the door to the restroom and climb back into the shower. I can’t even get my thoughts together enough to logically think through what I just did. I finish rinsing off, get dressed, and quietly go back into the bedroom. Tyler’s sprawled out on his bed asleep.

  I stand at the foot of the bed and stare at him. Why in the hell do things have to be so complicated? I want him. I’ve always wanted him. Why in the hell did he have to run off and do porn? If it weren’t for that, we would be together. There is no doubt in my mind about that.

  I flip the lamp off and feel my way to the edge of the bed. The springs of the mattress creak when I slide under the comforter. This is such bullshit. My pussy is throbbing, my chest tight, my mind a jumbled mess. I am never going to sleep. I inhale a deep breath as I try to get more comfortable in this shitty excuse for a bed.

  “I don’t hate you…” he says.

  I swallow. “I know. I don’t hate you either.”

  “This just sucks.”

  “Yeah,” I agree.

  “You feel weird now, titch?”

  I turn my head and stare into the darkness, waiting for my eyes to adjust so I can make him out. “A little.”

  “Just so you know…I told Hud after your first week I didn’t want you at my shoots.”

  My pulse slowly hammers in my chest. “Why?”

  “I just didn’t want you to see me doing that shit.”

  “Thanks,” I whisper. For some reason, that hits me hard. I thought he didn’t care, I thought it didn’t bother him, but I was wrong.

  I hear him shift in bed, then I see his silhouette as he makes his way toward my bed. The mattress dips when he crawls in next to me.

  “What are you doing, Tyler?”

  He drags in a heavy breath and then I feel his hand caresses the side of my face. “Pretending my life’s the way it should be,” he says before kissing me.

  Our lips move against each other so gently, his tongue barely brushing against mine as he draws my face closer to his. This kiss makes me question my decision to not be with him. It’s the kind of kiss you see in movies; so perfect it can’t be real. Emotions well inside my chest, my heart slams against my ribs, and everything inside of me is screaming that no matter what, he is who I belong with.

  I give into him. I give into him hard.

  Within moments, we’re both undressed, and he’s kissing all over my body, slowly, tentatively.

  “I miss this,” he whispers over my stomach. “I miss you.”

  My legs fall apart, and he settles between my thighs. He pushes into me. The feeling of him inside of me forces a sex-laced moan from my lips. I lose myself in this moment, forgetting how horrible this is for my heart.

  He sinks deeper inside of me, kissing my lips again before his pace picks up.

  “I love you,” he says against my mouth. It’s like I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is feel him inside me, over me.

  “I love you too.” Those words fall from my lips too easily.

  “Fuck, I love you.”

  Heat drowns my body as my muscles stiffen then release. My skin buzzes as waves of intense pleasure crash through me.

  “I love you, Jemma,” he says, quickening his pace. Within seconds, he’s gone rigid on top of me, my nails are embedded in his hard shoulders, and we’re both moaning. He collapses on top of me, and we lie here, breathless and holding each other, pretending this is a life we could have.

  I wake to an empty bed. I sit up and wince from how sore I am. Shit. Did that really happen? I swore to myself from the moment I watched him plow through Brandi, I would never touch his nasty dick again. Yet here I lay on crumpled sheets with a sore vagina. And I fucked him bareback. Great. Winning at life right about now.

  Flopping back down on the bed, I groan before dragging my hands down my face. Shame doesn’t even touch this. Honestly, I’d feel better about this if Tyler were just some random porn star, but he’s not. I’m actually in love with him and—Oh, my God. Did we really tell each other we loved one another? Fuck, this could not possibly have become messier.

  My phone dings and I grab it from the nightstand and read over the text from Heather.

  You fucked him, didn’t you?

  God, yes. I feel so dirty.

  Meh. Not the worst that could happen. Sometimes we have to take our diamonds with a little shit on them.

  What?

  Basically, nothing’s ever perfect, Jemma.

  I don’t respond to her because she’s supposed to be my rock in situations like this. Heather is my fucked up voice of reason and telling me nothing’s ever perfect—that dating a porn star isn’t the worst that could happen—well, that’s not helping me right now.

  I stare out of the window, watching the sea of clouds pass beneath the wing. Sighing, she lays her head on my shoulder. I rest my chin on the top of her head, breathing in the girly scent of her shampoo. I’m not really sure what’s going on, but I’m too fucking scared to ask because whatever this is—I like it. We haven’t talked about last night. Hell, we haven’t really said much to one another.

  Two hours later, a cab drops us off in front of my house. When I close the door behind us, I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. My heart’s thumping against my chest, my palms sweating. I’m afraid she’s going to change her mind any minute. There is so much I want to tell her, promise her, but words could never convey what I feel for her. I drop my bag to the floor before pulling the strap of her carry-on from her shoulder and tossing it to the side. My gaze drags over her face, fuck she’s so gorgeous. My breathing is uneven; her chest is rising in uneven swells. Jemma is the only fucking woman that can do this to me.

  Gripping her thighs, I lift her up and spread her legs as I pin her against the door with my hips. Her thighs clamp around my waist as she fists handfuls of my hair, yanking my face closer to hers. I swipe my tongue over the curve of her throat, tasting her while inhaling the scent of her skin. “God, I fucking want you,” I say against her ear before I jerk her away from the door and carry her through the house to my room. I can feel the heat of her body through my jeans, and my cock feels like it’s about to tear through the fucking material. Jemma’s eyes are locked on mine as I lower her to the bed. I take in her face, the face I’ve loved since I was six years old thinking about all the time we’ve wasted. Grabbing the front of her sundress, I yank the material apart, tearing the thin fabric from her body. Chill bumps scatter across her skin when the air hits it. My dick throbs at the sight of her nearly naked on my bed. I rip my shirt over my head, stand, then shove my jeans and boxers down in one swift movement.

  Her dark eyes trail over my body, touching every last inch of me. It doesn’t matter how many women I’ve had sex with, none of them can look at me like she does. None of them fucking matter. Only her. Slipping my fingers beneath the thin strap of lace crossing her hips, I tug her underwear over her thighs and down her le
gs before carelessly tossing them behind me. She props up on her elbows and sets her eyes on me as I gently take both of her thighs in my hands and shove them apart. I stare at her, biting down on my lip before I inch my way toward her pussy. She watches every move I make as I slowly drag my tongue along her slit. She’s so fucking wet. Goddamn, I love this. A breathy moan slips from her lips when I suck her clit into my mouth. Within a few seconds, she’s moaning and fisting my hair, and as much as I’d love to have her come on my face, I want to be inside of her.

  The second I climb on top of her, she spreads her legs, hooking them around my waist and drawing me against her body. The tip of my dick brushes against her and I stop myself. Leaning over her, I brush the hair from her face as I stare into her eyes. I slide inside of her and fuck me, there is no better feeling than this right here. I rest my forehead against hers, our heavy breaths mixing together. “I fucking love you, Jemma,” I breathe against her lips.

  Her eyes slam shut. “I love you too.”

  I move inside of her, fucking her with long, slow thrusts. She cups my face with her small hands, gently rubbing her thumb along my jawline like she’s trying to hold me to her—like she’s afraid if she lets go I’ll vanish. Taking her thighs in my hands, I roll over, pulling her on top of me. She sits up and shakes her hair from her face before she drags her nails over my chest. I thrust my hips beneath her, forcing my cock deep inside of her. Jemma throws her head back on a moan as her thighs attempt to move together. Another hard thrust and her back goes into a deep arch. I grab onto her back and pull myself up, bringing our torsos together. She rides me harder and I lower my head to her tit, sucking one of her perfect little nipples into my mouth. I dig my fingers into her hips, forcing her to grind harder and faster over me. My dick twitches, my muscles stiffen.