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smile. She eased her fingers along his zipper, up to the button of his jeans. While she worked it loose, Eric looked around in a panic to make sure no one had come in while he was transfixed to the song.
    “Faith, what are you doing? I thought we decided this wasn’t such a good idea.” She already had the head of his growing penis in her mouth, her tongue working around the ridge. He had no control over his physical reaction to her. “I thought you wanted to go through your video?” Had his voice just squeaked?
    His dick bobbled as she released him. “Do you want me to stop?” Her eyes dared him to refuse.
    Shaking his head, he drew in a jagged breath and gathered her hair in his hands. Strong lips locked around his cock, while her tongue explored the tip, swirled around the head, and worked its way down the length of him. The nerves in his core jumped as though experiencing a sudden drop in altitude as she took him deep into her throat. Her mouth twisted around him, up and down, gripping and loosening, gripping, loosening. Eric’s hips moved of their own accord, bucking and pressing her to continue as waves of pleasure spread through his body. Her tongue flexed against his pulsing vein, and the building pressure moved from his core to his cock. His eyes squeezed shut as the eruption neared.
    “Ohhh—” his breath exploded from his lungs in a moan, and Faith returned the cry, her mouth and tongue vibrating around him, sending him over the edge. Bursts of light filled his vision as the pressure released. He grasped the arms of the chair and pressed his feet to the floor as his seed fired into her mouth. Tingling waves pulsed through his body as the intensity of his orgasm subsided. He opened his eyes to find Faith wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
    She winked at him and smiled, and then there were voices outside the door of the studio.
    Eric pushed his dick back in his pants and zipped up while Faith crawled across the floor back toward her cameras. She didn’t make it before the voices were upon them.
    “If you take the Honda emblem off, it’s a Toyota in disguise. Why bother painting flames on it?” Tim said, as he walked into the room. “Eric? What did you do with Faith while we were gone?”

    Shit ! They knew. Eric’s face heated and his palms went clammy, before Tim added, “Did you kick her out?”
    “I’m over here,” Faith’s arm shot up in the air holding a lens cap. “I dropped my cap and it was rolling faster than I could chase it.”
    “Damn, I thought I was gonna get your cheeseburger for a minute,” Jose said as he dumped three bags on the table. “We got it ‘to go’ so you guys wouldn’t have to wait, so you owe us.” He turned to Eric, “Holy shit, buddy, did you just run a marathon? You’re all sweaty and red faced.”
    “No,” Eric rose and grabbed his stomach. “Cramps in my gut— I think I better visit the john.”
    “Out with the old, in with the new,” Jose said. Faith voiced her distaste with the comment, and Jose grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, Faith.”
    In the bathroom, Eric splashed his face with cold water. Why ? He challenged his reflection in the mirror— Why did you give in to her? Why didn’t you push her away? Because you still want her more than anything, in spite of everything. Because you’d do anything to feel her, taste her, come at her mercy. His reflection grinned back at him, though he didn’t feel the smile. He ran his trembling fingers through his hair a few times. Why did she even want him after the last time? Surely, she was humiliated to the point of never coming near him again.
    The last fifteen minutes proved that theory wrong. She obviously felt the same pull he did and had less control over it. Who was he kidding? He would have caved soon himself, but as it was, it made things much easier now that she took the first step. He wouldn’t have to crawl to her on his knees, begging her to give him what he needed. Eric checked his