Zachary David Productions (8 page)

T
he next week
was a drippy one. As the ice began to thaw, so did their affection. Zach had wanted to go to her at night, but thought she needed some time to get over the developments with her friend and the bomb he’d dropped on her. Come to think of it, maybe the ménage admission was what had pushed her away. He should have kept his mouth shut. At least she was still here. As long as she was here, he could work on her.

While she was outside cleaning the pool house, he was finalizing a shoot for later in the week. He’d be using a woman he’d interviewed last month, but who couldn’t start filming because she’d been on a cruise. On Friday he was scheduled to shoot promo stills and hopefully by the following Friday he’d have the video cut.

“Thank you, Irma. We’ll see you Friday at eleven.”

“Thank you, Mr. David.” She placed a very French kiss on each of his cheeks. Odd, given that she was German American.

While he answered email he contemplated ways to get Cammie back into his bed. They hadn’t spoken of the glorious night they’d been together because every time they tried they’d been interrupted by telephones, Sawyer, Priscilla, Gage, and doorbells. The place had been a zoo.

Sure he could wine and dine her but they needed to talk and talking was best done at home…after a nice thorough fucking…and during a long hot bath…or even a shower. Okay, he really needed to find her and see if her thoughts mirrored his own.

He went in search of her and found her folding towels in the laundry room. She didn’t hear his approach because the dryer was currently running. He snuck up behind her and bent to place a kiss on her neck.

She jumped a foot and slung her arm out, chopping him in the side. Her swing was heavy and knocked the wind from him on a gasp.

Her hands covered her mouth as she watched him catch his breath. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry,” she mumbled.

“I’m okay. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“I was looking for you.” He tried to sound sexy, but it came out hoarse due to the recent injury to his diaphragm.

“Oh good because I was looking for your laundry. There wasn’t any in the hamper.” She resumed folding of the towels.

He was unable to damper his disappointment, “Oh.”

“I can do a separate load for you.”

“Thanks.”

“If you tell me where they are, I’ll go get them.”

“Forget the clothes, Cammie.”

She shrugged. “Fine.”

“Have you thought about us at all since we…you know?” She stopped folding and turned toward him, looking him in the eye.

“You know how they say guys think about sex every seven seconds?”

“Yeah.” Although he’d argue that he could think about it even more.

“Well, I’ve thought about it at least that much, if not more.” Her gray eyes sparked.

Holy shit, was she ever the girl for him. He grasped her around the waist and lifted her to the countertop, settling himself between her legs. “Cammie, shit. Why haven’t you come to me?”

“Why haven’t you come to me?”

“That’s a valid question. For the record I was trying to be a gentleman and give you your space.”

“I don’t want space from you.”

“Tonight and every other, you’ll sleep in my bed.”

“Yes. And can we also have sex here? Now?”

He tore her sweatshirt off and she returned the action, clawing at his Henley. He heard threads being strained and a little torn, the sound and the act fanning his sexual arousal.

She looked so cute propped up on the counter in her bra that he smiled at her. A smile she didn’t appreciate.

Her fingers sank into his hair and she pulled him into her breast. She led their kiss this time, massaging his lips and then exploring with her tongue. His hands skimmed her warm skin and he inhaled her scent deep. She smelled of freshly laundered clothes and coconut.

She had the most glorious breasts and he needed to be buried between them immediately.

“Take off your bra,” he ordered. He would have done it, but he wanted to watch as they spilled out, escaping the confines of the bra cups. The sensual act of watching her nakedness come into view had him rock hard.

He sucked her to hard points, until she was panting his name and reaching for his cock. He undid the hardware on his jeans and pulled his erection free, letting her take him in her palm. It felt indulgent to have her touch him. God how he’d ached for her all those nights since their first time. He’d jacked off to their memories every night and again each morning—something he vowed never to share with her.

He kissed her deep, their tongues tangling deliciously. She wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into the kiss, her moans vibrating through him.

He pulled her bottoms and panties off so that she was completely naked before him and then he pressed her gently down until she her back was on the counter. Grasping the backs of her thighs, he lifted her legs, pressing his erection between them. Her hands reached out to touch him, clutching at his shoulders, and he bent to kiss her long neck.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Even when I’m asleep you’re there.”

“You dream about me?”

“Mmmhmm,” he said around a moan.

“Tell me about the dreams,” she panted.

“They’re wet and then I wake hard as steel.”

He pressed against her sex and her eyes slowly closed.

“And do you take care of yourself then?”

So he would end up scandalizing her yet again. Smiling he said, “I do and I come so hard.”

Her eyes flashed open at him and he buried himself deeply inside of her. The days off would have readied her for his invasion and he needed it to be hard and deep. He tested her readiness by giving her a hard, quick thrust. He knew how to read a woman’s body and hers said
more
.

He held her high on the back of the thigh and drove into to her over and over, her impatient cries filling the laundry room space. The heat from the dryer mixed with the heat from their bodies and both of them were covered in a luster of sweat. The hollow point of Cammie’s neck glistened with drops of moisture, enticing Zach to rub his lips there and taste her. Given her coconut body wash she was a tropical delight, moaning as his tongue danced across her skin and his hips pounded repeatedly.

Her back arched and her cries grew louder. When her body tensed, Zach slid his fingers down between her legs and massaged to bring her the ultimate climax. Watching her fall apart was now his favorite thing in life. Her eyes closed and once she finished shuddering in his arms, a smile built slowly across her face. She sighed in delight.

After watching her bliss-out, his release was slow, deep, and satisfying.

When Cammie opened her eyes she had a cute blush across her cheeks. “I’m completely naked in the laundry room.”

“Ironic isn’t it?”

She giggled and he subconsciously made a mental note of that deep throaty sound that reminded him of melted caramel.

“Oh, and the reason you can’t find my clothes is because I washed them myself.”

They dressed, each content to move about rather lazily.

“Why’d you wash them? That’s my job.”

“You don’t have to wash my clothes, Cammie.”

“But I like taking care of you.”

He kissed her nose and rubbed the worry line from between her brows. “Okay, but only if you’re doing it out of love and not obligation to the job.”

“Deal.”

Had they just said
I love you
without actually saying it?

Zach hoped they had.

B
y Friday Cammie
and Zach’s relationship had blossomed into a sex-a-thon that had her on the verge of a sexual coma. It had crossed her mind that she could probably go into a coma given the amount of times she’d orgasmed. But then she’d done a google search and found out that wasn’t possible.

In the kitchen, Cammie loaded a tray with coffee, cream, and sugar. She took a spoon and two mugs from the dishwasher. It was a full-time job satisfying Zach’s caffeine addiction. She smiled, thinking the same could be said about his libido.

He had a coffee pod system on his credenza but she knew he preferred the fresh-ground, pressed coffee. She found her balance with the tray and made the long journey to his studio.

She set the tray on the floor in the hallway so that she was able to open the door. Carrying the tray, she froze at the scene before her.

A woman—a gorgeous woman—exposed herself to Zach. Her backside was facing him and she bent at the waist, almost touching her toes. Her head was turned so that she looked into the camera from over her shoulder. She wore the highest heels and given her stance, all of her assets were exposed.

“Now, position yourself on the chaise.”

Cammie set the coffee tray on his desk.

“Thanks, babe.” He squeezed her shoulder and sipped from the mug.

Behind the camera he ordered the sexy brunette into provocative positions. When he touched her thigh to position her, Cammie felt the evil head of jealousy rise up from deep inside.

She left without sharing coffee with him. It was something they did every day around eleven, but he’d been so focused on his subject that he’d not stopped to sip coffee with Cammie.

Saddened by recent developments, Cammie decided to take a bubble bath.

Submerged in a Mr. Bubble cocoon, Cammie decided that she didn’t like Zach photographing, filming, and touching nude women, especially in various stages of sexual satisfaction. Maybe she was being selfish. After all, she’d known exactly what he was when she met him. And yet, she didn’t know. Was he a porn producer? A director? A porn king? She tried hard to envision a future where they were together, but four years from now she’d be graduating college. Perhaps she’d be searching for a job. Did she really envision herself attached to a man who spent the majority of his day making porn?

Once the bath water turned cool, she emerged and dried herself off with one of the plush designer towels she’d laundered. Heat bloomed in her chest at the memory of what they’d done in the laundry room.

She enjoyed her time with Zach. To be fair he was solicitous of her needs and even her wants. He was a giving lover and she loved how he worked her over, tending to her needs before his own.

Given how much she loved him already, she couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to break it off four years from now and the truth of it was, she didn’t want her boyfriend or husband to work in porn.

She dressed in jeans and a white Oxford shirt, and then took a rest on the bed in his room.

An hour later Zach joined her by climbing into bed and spooning her from behind.

She tensed.

“What’s wrong, Cammie?”

How did he know and was she ready to talk about it?

“Nothing.” It came out stuffy like she’d been crying—in fact she had.

“When a woman says
nothing
, it means everything is wrong in her world.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“It so does.” He tickled her sides and she squealed, turning onto her back. “If you tell me, I can fix it.”

She was quiet while she contemplated the best way to approach such a delicate topic. She opted for raw honesty. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

He was on his side, smiling down at her and unbuttoning her blouse. “That’s great because I’m already in love with you.”

Oh God, he loved her. This was harder than she’d thought.

“I didn’t like seeing you with that actress.”

He chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“No, Zach.” She pushed herself up to lean against the headboard. “I mean it hurt me. Deeply.”

His face went from playful sexy to angry sincerity in two heartbeats. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry. Please don’t get upset. I just don’t want you looking at another woman’s secret parts.”

“Secret parts? Irma’s been filmed so many times that her parts are nobody’s secret.”

“This isn’t a joke to me.”

“Does it look like I’m laughing? You touched her.”

He looked incredulous. “No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t touch her with a three-inch thick rubber.”

“You touched her upper thigh.”

He thought for a moment and then frowned. “To position her for a picture.”

“I didn’t like it.”

“Look, Cammie…I’m going to film, photograph, and touch naked women. It’s the nature of my business, but you can rest assured I don’t look at any of them the way I look at you.”

Hmm, this was a dilemma. She didn’t expect him to fix it right away, but she needed to know he’d take the steps to remedy the situation.

“Is it a possibility that you could hire someone else to take photos and to film?”

“What about editing?”

“Editing?”

“I spend more time editing than I do filming. Hours in fact.”

He did have a point. “I mean the editing bothers me, but at least the women aren’t present for that. I would be happy just to get you away from real live women.”

“I don’t know what to say, Cammie.” He sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head and sighing. “You knew this is what I do. Why is it all of a sudden a concern for you?”

“I didn’t know it was going to affect me until I saw you two together.”

“Stop saying it like that. We weren’t together.” His fingers slid roughly threw his hair.

He put on his boots and then treaded heavily from the room.

That hadn’t gone as well as it could have.

He loved her.
She couldn’t believe he’d admitted to it. Her heart was breaking—she hated being the one to cause him anger, hurt, or even discomfort, but she’d had to tell him.

***

W
hat the hell
was Cammie thinking? Surely she didn’t expect Zach to give up his business in order to date her. What a ridiculous and immature thought process. Hire someone to film. Next she’d have him out of the biz altogether. He’d have to set the precedent now.

He was eight years older than her, surely he could spin this. He stopped into a store that sold jeweled pins. He purchased an alligator that dazzled with emerald skin and topaz eyes. He loved whimsical items and knew that Cammie did too.

He stopped at Commander’s Palace to order their lunch—two crawfish grilled cheese on brioche and a slice of southern style pecan pie for Cammie.

At home he found her in the living room watching television. Some insipid reality show. It was the first time he’d ever seen her show an interest in television at all—movies were her thing. He could tell by the streaks on her cheeks and her wet lashes that she’d spent the last hour crying.

“Turn that off and follow me into the kitchen.”

He gestured to the table and she positioned herself in a chair.

“Hungry?”

She nodded.

“How about a crawfish grilled cheese?”

Again she nodded.

“Cammie, I don’t want to argue with you.” He placed the sandwich on the plate in front of her. And then he put the alligator pin in her hand. “Do you trust me?”

She looked up at him and blinked those big gray eyes at him. She nodded.

“Please talk to me, babe.”

“Of course I trust you, but I know you met Priscilla and Leslie while you were filming her for a video, so it is possible to connect romantically with the women you film.”

Dumbfounded, Zach’s head shook. It was possible to connect with women everywhere. “If I make a commitment to you, I won’t break it. I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. It wouldn’t matter if a goddess were standing naked before me because the only goddess I want to share myself with is you.”

Her eyes filled with tears that didn’t fall, but instead disfigured her pupils. She fingered the gator pin and her thoughts couldn’t be deciphered, but he didn’t think they were happy ones.

“Cammie?”

He’d given it his best shot. She admitted to trusting him and he’d told her for a second time that he loved her. If she didn’t accept his work then there’d be no future for them.

She placed the pin on the table. “I can’t do it. I’ll always be unhappy about your work.”

“But you came to me because of my work.”

“I don’t care about porn, I just don’t want my boyfriend looking at naked women having sex.”

“I have to look. It’s my job.”

She sighed. “I know. I don’t expect you to give up your work.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I can’t be with you. And I know five years from now I’m going to be unhappy if I give in now. It will only make it that much harder to say goodbye.”

No. He felt like she’d ripped his heart from his chest with her teeth. Sometime when he wasn’t looking, the curvaceous woman from Lake Pontchartrain had slipped deep inside. He loved her. He’d not known how much until just now. His chest burned and his throat knotted.

Her tears fell and splashed onto the sandwich he’d so lovingly bought, thinking of her. With every breath and every step his thoughts were on her. How could she not see that? Maybe if they’d started slowly, or if she could actually see the process of filmmaking—not only the filming, but the business side of things.

“Why don’t we take a break? You can live in the pool house or you can stay in the main house—God knows it’s large enough. You can keep your job here and start school.”

She wiped her face, and then stood. “I’m not feeling too well. I’m going to go lie down.”

The quiet was infinite and his head pounded.

If he lost her, would he still want his business?

He didn’t know the answer to that question, but he did know he wasn’t ready to give up on their future together.

***

C
ammie packed
up the few items she’d accumulated. With the one-year lease the David brothers had bestowed on her, she hadn’t needed her Slidell home, until now. Now that she had her backpack she could take action against her stepfather. After all, she had the deed. But he was still a bully, or was he? To be fair she hadn’t simply tried to kick him out.

She took a deep breath and telephoned her stepfather.

“This is Phil.”

“It’s Cammie.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you out of my house.”

He chuckled. Her stomach roiled and the room spun.

Come on, Cammie. Take control
. She squared her shoulders.

“I’ve hired a lawyer and I’ve got the deed and the law on my side. Now get out, because I’m coming home.”

“You little bitch.”

“Get out of my house! Tomorrow I’ll come with law enforcement.”

She was bluffing. She had the deed but it was in her grandmother’s name. She’d wanted to speak with the lawyer to see how to get into her name. But, she did have the knowledge that the house had been in her family for over fifty years. Phil on the other hand had only been around for two. The home belonged to her and in time she’d be able to prove it, but time was not on her side and she desperately hoped her bluff would work.

She sat at the table in the bedroom that had been hers and penned a note to Zach.

Even though she’d be placed back in an undesirable situation, it wasn’t fair to let Zach compromise his present and future because she was uncomfortable with his business choice. Cammie was young, but she wasn’t immature. This was the right move for her to make. She just didn’t know it was going to hurt so damn much.

At least she had one more night with him. She planned to make memories that would last her a lifetime.

***

Z
ach worked
the rest of the day. His stomach growled, but he was too upset to eat the grilled cheese sandwich he’d bought. He’d hoped they’d kiss and makeup, but they hadn’t.

He didn’t want to lose Cammie.

Having loved her, he knew he’d never loved before. He couldn’t explain it eloquently, but it was different with Cammie. For starters, she was easily contented. She didn’t need much to exist on—give the girl a few drugstore items and she was good to go. He laughed when he thought about the sexuality she could put into the most ridiculous attire.

No woman had ever walked away from him before. Usually he had trouble breaking things off. It was his money. Women weren’t so much concerned with him, but with the things he could give them. He’d lavished so many gifts on women that with Cammie it had been refreshing to buy her things. Things he saw that he thought she’d like. He hadn’t been able to do that before because most women knew exactly what they wanted, without exception.

Cammie had been a breath of fresh air.

Cammie didn’t back away from doing what was right even if it was going to be hard. Leaving in the middle of a winter’s night was hard, but she’d done it. She’d even escaped the clutches of a notable New Orleans drug dealer.