I crawled back into bed to spoon her, but she rolled over and threw a leg over mine, and rested her head against my chest. “Do you think it was a good scene?”
“I know it was.” I had glanced at the computer monitor once during it. The angle showed everything perfectly, and the sight alone was nearly enough to make me come several minutes sooner than I intended. “It’ll get a lot of views.”
“Views. Good.”
“You almost sound drunk,” I teased.
“I am drunk.” Her eyes cut up to mine. “Drunk on that diiiiiick.”
I burst out laughing. “Shut up.”
“You shut up, Mr. Deny My Orgasm.”
“I didn’t see you complaining in the end.”
She slid a hand underneath me and squeezed my ass. “This is the only end I care about right now. Rear end.”
“Are you always this silly after sex?”
“Only when I come hard enough to make my thighs ache. But I’m only working on a sample size of one, since that’s the first time. All the other times were practicallynothingcompared to this.”
I gave a start. “You’ve never come that hard before?”
“Not even close.” Ginny patted my chest and closed her eyes. “Good boy. Stay. We still have a third scene to shoot.”
“If you can handle a third,” I said. “You might be sore.”
“Probably. But I’ll work through it.” She tip-toed her fingers along the underside of my penis. “Kudos on the quick refractory period, by the way. That was legitimately impressive. You reallyarea pro.”
“Well… I’m kind of the Barry Bonds of professionals.”
“Who?”
I gave a start. “You have an Albuquerque Isotopes hat in your closet. I assumed you knew baseball.”
“Players try to hit a ball with a bat. That’s the extent of my baseball knowledge. Who is that guy?”
“He was a player who got busted doing steroids,” I said. “Like him, I have a performance enhancing drug in my corner.”
Ginny jerked upright in bed. “Like, cocaine? You do drugs?”
“What! No!” I said defensively. “Just a BlueChew. It’s like Viagra.”
“Oh. Whew. I don’t mess around with hard drugs. I mean, I’ve taken edibles before, but weed doesn’t really count. And I hardly ever do it.”
“I don’t do hard drugs either,” I said. “Although I did eat some mushrooms in college once. Yeesh. Never again.”
“Glad we’re on the same page about that.” She settled back against me and let out a long sigh. “So. Your day sucked?”
“Actually, I was just thinking about how great it turned out.”
“But it sucked earlier,” she pointed out. “What happened?”
I tensed. “You’re not catching feels, are you?”
She responded without opening her eyes. “Kai. The way I feel right now, if you proposed to me, I would say yes without hesitation. But no. No feels. I’m just asking my coworker about his day. In this business, this is like the equivalent of the water cooler.”
I chuckled at the silly metaphor. “My day wasn’tthatbad. Just frustrating. Yesterday, my boss blamed me for something that wasn’t my fault. It happens a lot, but yesterday I wasn’t in the mood for it. It will be fine, it’s not like I’m going to get fired over it. But things have been tense around the office since then.”