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denied me in the States. Please?”
    “Hunter Amatto, you’re lucky that I love you.”
    I stare into her big brown eyes for a few seconds before kissing her gently on her soft lips. “I’m very lucky. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You accept my quirks, my faults. I love you so much.”
    “I know.” She kisses me back, again and again. “Okay, if we do this, you need to take me to the Magic Fountain Show and to the Montserrat Monastery before we leave.”
    “Monastery?” I ask, cringing at the yawn fest that day will bring. “You’re bribing me?”
    “Yes and yes. The view is spectacular. Promise.”
    “Isn’t it sacrilegious to be bargaining a sex tape with a trip to a monastery?”
    “Hunter!”
    “Fine,” I concede reluctantly. “I’ll take you to the fountains and the monks. Happy?”
    “Very. Thank you. I know how torturous that will be for you.”
    “Yes it will be, but you’re worth it.” I skim my nose down her neck and inhale her scent deep into my lungs. She’s intoxicating. I love everything about her, the most important thing being her heart. She has this constant need to make me happy. This sex tape is just one stupid ass example. It’s all the other things that she does for me that constantly shows me how much she cares. Having her here with me during this tour is a priceless gift.
    “Ready to get started?” I murmur against the smooth skin of her neck. Her skin prickles with goose bumps from the licks and sucks I’m placing just below her ear. She tilts her head to give me better access.
    “Mmm. What?” she practically slurs as if she’s drunk.
    I place my lips directly on her ear and say, “Go lay on the bed.” When I look at her face, her eyes are closed and her mouth is parted as she expels small pants of air. “Baby?”
    She snaps out of her trance, looking back into my eyes. “Yes?”
    “Go lay on the bed.”
    “Oh, right.”
    I watch her slowly remove her dress, down to her bra and panties, and center herself on the bed. She knows just how I like her seduction to begin on film.
    I grab the hem of my T-shirt and pull it over my head. I retrieve the camera and pull out a tripod from my suitcase.
    “A tripod?”
    “Well, I can’t very well hold the camera and touch you the way I want to.”
    “Good point.”
    As I begin to set it up, I continue to watch her shaking her head incredulously. She should know my drive by now. Camera in hand, I ask, “Ready?” just as someone knocks on our door. She looks at me wide-eyed. Still holding the camera I say, “Don’t move.” She rolls her eyes at my stupid command. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I call out, “What?” as I approach the door.
    “Hey, fucktard. You ready?” Trey and Tara stand holding hands, and my cock deflates immediately.
    “For what?”
    “We’re meeting the rest of the gang in town.”
    “That’s tomorrow.”
    Trey laughs. “It is tomorrow. What is wrong with you?”
    “Nothing.”
    Trey glances at my camera and laughs. “What’s the camera for?”
    Fuck. I forgot I was still holding the damn thing.
    “What are we interrupting? Home movies for the Amattos?”
    “I…um…nothing.”
    “Uh huh. You kinky fucker.”
    “Trey,” Tara scolds.
    Trey smiles wide. “You want to bail? I don’t want to get in the way of a good Amatto porn movie.”
    “Fuck you,” I throw back, not able to hide my grin. This ass-wipe’s timing is impeccable. “We’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
    “So not a full-length feature? More like a…” he motions an inch with his thumb and pointer and says, “a short film?”
    “Let’s go,” Tara says right before I’m about to tell him to fuck off again. She yanks on his hand, dragging him down the hall. As she does, I can hear the fucker laughing his ass off.
    I can handle him, but if he embarrasses Mandi, I’ll kick his ass.
    Mandi appears, dressed, and arms folded.
    “Hey, Babe.”
    She throws me a look and