Chapter 6
Even Jack’s absence didn’t give Paul any sense of relief. Long after he left the studio, his groin was still tight, his c**k still mostly hard. A parade of people marched through his mind—people he had f****d, people he had tried to f**k, people he intended to f**k someday. Women. Men. Brunettes. Blonds. And every single one of them turned into Jack. Which only fueled his anger. And his arousal.
Paul bypassed showering on the lot and changed his clothes. He considered going straight home, but he had nothing to do there but stew and think of Jack and stew some more. That would make for a long, and possibly, sleepless night. Especially since he probably didn’t want Jack at all. He enjoyed s*x. He always picked up on somebody when he was in the middle of a shoot. Dancing, and even
