thrust so you don’t create a double chin.”
I prayed Mack wouldn’t be like my ex.
I prayed she’d understand that this was part of the job.
And if she didn’t understand?
If she hated it?
I’d tell Matt no more campaigns.
It wasn’t worth the stress pumping through my body as I leaned over and took the model’s plump bottom lip between my teeth and pulled.
I felt nothing.
Nothing except sweat running down the back of my thighs.
Nothing but irritation when she moved her mouth closer and then slid her tongue past my lips, taking advantage of the situation in a way that had me feeling manipulated and guilty all at once.
“Yes, yes!” J shouted. “Damn, that’s hot, the angle’s perfect, you guys are going to love these.” He took a few more snaps over what felt like a lifetime. “Keep kissing, part your lips, Slade, just a bit.”
I parted my lips at about the same time the model grabbed my ass and squeezed. At least she wasn’t moaning.
“Perfect!” J announced.
I jerked away from her and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Are we good?”
“I think—” He looked through the shots on his camera and then nodded to the team of people behind the set. They gave him an okay. “Fantastic, thanks, Slade, I think the intimacy is what really helped get the passion across.”
“Yeah.” I felt sick.
Sick to my stomach.
I made my way over to Mack.
Her smile was fake.
I hated it.
Her body language was stiff.
I wanted to run myself over with the set motorcycle.
“Mack,” I croaked.
Her smile didn’t make it to her eyes as she reached for my hand. I squeezed it tight and didn’t let her pull away.
“So, you must be the girlfriend?” Did that model ever quit? What the hell was her name again? Jana? Dana? Did it matter?
“Yup.” I wrapped an arm around Mack and pulled her close, sweaty chest and legs be damned. “This is my girlfriend.”
“Lucky girl.” The model winked, then turned toward me and shrugged. “It was great working with you—let me know if you ever want to go get drinks.”
I laughed.
She laughed.
Mack did not laugh.
“That’s not going to happen.” It came off ruder than I intended.
Matt’s eyes widened when I glanced over at him. One message was clear: abort, abort!
“Excuse me?” She put her hands on her hips. “Look, I was just trying to be nice—”
“Nice is saying good job and walking away. Nice would be inviting both of us out. You’re not trying to be nice.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I have a girlfriend. I love her more than I’ll ever love whatever the hell you think you have that’s special. I wish I could say it was nice meeting you. I’m disappointed that you’re just as vain as every tabloid says you are.”
“And you’re a fucking dick!” she yelled.
“Hey!” Mack shoved me behind her. “He’s my dick, you bitch, walk it off.” Then she turned to me. “You ready?”
I burst out laughing. “I don’t think anyone’s ever claimed me as their dick . . . Mack . . . my heart—”
She smacked me in the chest while Matt stayed behind and tried to calm the angry model, who probably just needed a piece of bread.
I made a mental note to send her cookies with an apology that said This dick is owned, or something like that.
Hell, let Matt deal with it.
“I’m sorry,” I said once we were back in my dressing room. “I hated that. I hated every part of it. I won’t do ads anymore, Mack. I swear, I don’t—”
Her mouth collided with mine.
I stumbled backward against the rack of clothes, then righted myself with one of the hangers before nearly falling on my ass. She shoved me onto the couch and unbuttoned my pants.
“Um, Mack?”
“Shut up.” She tugged the pants down and then laughed out loud. “I’ve never seen so much sweat on another human being, and yet I still want to have sex with you . . .”
“Um, thank you?” I offered. “And the lights were hot, and I was panicking that she was going to cop a feel or just tug one of my nuts off and show it off like a prize to her friends.”
Mack laughed even harder. “Careful, she can still barge in here, steal one of your nuts, and make a nut shrine out of it.”
I shuddered. “Never say nut shrine again. I mean it. It makes me lose my erection and my pride all at once.”
Mack ran her hands down my stomach, then