way his eyes are on me now, I
can totally see my grades dropping.
I clear my throat and focus on my
biology. Surprisingly, Dallas stops asking me questions and directs
me toward what chapters I should be reading for the midterm. With
the lack of interruption and boost of caffeine, I’m able to get
quite a bit of studying done. A lot more than if I were to stay at
home.
Finally, when I’m starting to go
cross-eyed from terminology, I pack up my textbooks and pull from
my bag one of the romance novels that Britain wants me to read so
badly. It has a pretty promiscuous cover—a pair of handcuffs on
satin sheets. Subtle yet sexy. I start to read. The thing is like
crack and before I know it I’m on page fifty and the two main
characters have already fucked twice.
“ What is your deal?”
Dallas asks. “And why did you stop studying?”
“ I am studying,” I say. “Just for work
now.” When I sigh, I realize I’ve been sighing loudly for the past
few minutes. “It’s these books, man. I can’t believe these books
turn women on. Naïve virginal girls sucked into the schemes of rich
playboys. Not knowing that they like being spanked until they
really are spanked. It’s total bullshit.”
Dallas busts up laughing. I realize
now that he laughs a lot. The baritone, husky sound of it is
beautiful.
“ You think it’s funny?
These female authors act like they don’t even know what women
really want during sex. For fuck’s sake, the narrator in this book
gets off by having her nipples played with.”
Dallas’s face suddenly
gets very serious. “And you don’t get off when you have your nipples played
with?”
“ I can’t even get off
during sex.” The words escape my mouth before I even realize I’ve
said too much. Way too much. I bite down on my bottom lip as punishment and pray
that somehow he manages to not comprehend what I’ve just
said.
I’m not so lucky.
“ Wait,” he says slowly.
His eyes narrow and he leans in. “Are you telling me you’ve never
had an orgasm during sex?”
“ Shh!” I look around to
see if anyone’s looking at us.
“ Are you telling me you’ve
never had an orgasm during sex?” he whispers.
Heat flushes my face, and
I know I must be bright red. Keep cool,
Evan. You can talk about orgasms. You aren’t twelve. “I—no.”
“ Who the hell are you
fucking?”
“ Dallas!” I
hiss.
He actually looks angry, his eyes
harboring the hottest kind of fire. “Are you telling me that no guy
you’ve ever slept with has had the decency to get you off?”
Suddenly a thought occurs to him. “Wait—are you a
virgin?”
I sober up. “Dallas… I make porn for a
living. Of course I’m not a virgin.”
“ Then what the hell is
going on with your sex life?”
I open my mouth before I
have the words to answer. Actually, I hate to admit it, but EPE
has kept me from
having a sex life. I can never let guys get too close to me,
because the second that they know about my second life, I become an
object. I date sweet guys long enough to sleep with them—to have
awkward sex—and then grow afraid that they’ll learn who I truly am.
That they’ll be mortified by the kind of girl they’ve shared a bed
with.
When I first started modeling for EPE,
my old boyfriend found out. He thought it was hot, but he also
thought that I was into being humiliated in the bedroom—being
called a whore and having my head pushed down to his cock because
that’s what girls like me enjoyed. He’d seen porn. He thought he
knew.
I shake myself out of the memory.
Dallas is still staring at me, waiting for an answer. I finally
respond with a shrug.
He smiles, and says lowly,
“If you’re not into spanking, then what are you into?”
My heart begins to race, pleasure
shooting deep into my abdomen. I can’t believe this is turning me
on—talking about sex in a public place with a taken man.
“ I never said I wasn’t
into spanking,” I say. Light dances in his eyes, like he’s
can totally see my grades dropping.
I clear my throat and focus on my
biology. Surprisingly, Dallas stops asking me questions and directs
me toward what chapters I should be reading for the midterm. With
the lack of interruption and boost of caffeine, I’m able to get
quite a bit of studying done. A lot more than if I were to stay at
home.
Finally, when I’m starting to go
cross-eyed from terminology, I pack up my textbooks and pull from
my bag one of the romance novels that Britain wants me to read so
badly. It has a pretty promiscuous cover—a pair of handcuffs on
satin sheets. Subtle yet sexy. I start to read. The thing is like
crack and before I know it I’m on page fifty and the two main
characters have already fucked twice.
“ What is your deal?”
Dallas asks. “And why did you stop studying?”
“ I am studying,” I say. “Just for work
now.” When I sigh, I realize I’ve been sighing loudly for the past
few minutes. “It’s these books, man. I can’t believe these books
turn women on. Naïve virginal girls sucked into the schemes of rich
playboys. Not knowing that they like being spanked until they
really are spanked. It’s total bullshit.”
Dallas busts up laughing. I realize
now that he laughs a lot. The baritone, husky sound of it is
beautiful.
“ You think it’s funny?
These female authors act like they don’t even know what women
really want during sex. For fuck’s sake, the narrator in this book
gets off by having her nipples played with.”
Dallas’s face suddenly
gets very serious. “And you don’t get off when you have your nipples played
with?”
“ I can’t even get off
during sex.” The words escape my mouth before I even realize I’ve
said too much. Way too much. I bite down on my bottom lip as punishment and pray
that somehow he manages to not comprehend what I’ve just
said.
I’m not so lucky.
“ Wait,” he says slowly.
His eyes narrow and he leans in. “Are you telling me you’ve never
had an orgasm during sex?”
“ Shh!” I look around to
see if anyone’s looking at us.
“ Are you telling me you’ve
never had an orgasm during sex?” he whispers.
Heat flushes my face, and
I know I must be bright red. Keep cool,
Evan. You can talk about orgasms. You aren’t twelve. “I—no.”
“ Who the hell are you
fucking?”
“ Dallas!” I
hiss.
He actually looks angry, his eyes
harboring the hottest kind of fire. “Are you telling me that no guy
you’ve ever slept with has had the decency to get you off?”
Suddenly a thought occurs to him. “Wait—are you a
virgin?”
I sober up. “Dallas… I make porn for a
living. Of course I’m not a virgin.”
“ Then what the hell is
going on with your sex life?”
I open my mouth before I
have the words to answer. Actually, I hate to admit it, but EPE
has kept me from
having a sex life. I can never let guys get too close to me,
because the second that they know about my second life, I become an
object. I date sweet guys long enough to sleep with them—to have
awkward sex—and then grow afraid that they’ll learn who I truly am.
That they’ll be mortified by the kind of girl they’ve shared a bed
with.
When I first started modeling for EPE,
my old boyfriend found out. He thought it was hot, but he also
thought that I was into being humiliated in the bedroom—being
called a whore and having my head pushed down to his cock because
that’s what girls like me enjoyed. He’d seen porn. He thought he
knew.
I shake myself out of the memory.
Dallas is still staring at me, waiting for an answer. I finally
respond with a shrug.
He smiles, and says lowly,
“If you’re not into spanking, then what are you into?”
My heart begins to race, pleasure
shooting deep into my abdomen. I can’t believe this is turning me
on—talking about sex in a public place with a taken man.
“ I never said I wasn’t
into spanking,” I say. Light dances in his eyes, like he’s
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