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laughed.
    Reece drank his tea and watched as Jack settled himself into the chair in the corner of the room. He was a small bloke with short hair thinning a bit on the top. Reece wondered if he was gay or if this was just a job and he had a wife and three kids at home waiting for him. He doubted he’d ever find out—Jack took aloofness and professional barrier to whole new levels.
    But that kind of suited Reece, and maybe it suited the other actors and models he worked with. He was inconspicuous, almost invisible, when the camera was in front of him.
    Reece poured more tea. He’d taken one sip when the door rattled as someone rapped their knuckles against it.
    “Okay,” Jack said, aiming the camera toward Reece and Cade. “Let’s rock and roll.” He paused and looked through the eyepiece. “Action.”
    There was a small click as the camera started filming.
    There was another knock at the door.
    Reece took a deep breath. His cock was already stiffening.
    Cade pressed down his shoulders and gave Reece a sexy smile. “This is it, Timothy,” Cade said, reaching for Reece’s tea and placing it down. “Your cowboy is here to make all of your threesome fantasies come true.”
    Reece swept his tongue over his bottom lip and glanced at the door. Behind it stood Bret—or rather, Grayson, as his character was known—and his job was to get naked and fuck them both senseless for the afternoon. That bit of the script felt so real—because it was real and exactly what was going to happen.
    Cade cupped Reece’s cheek. “Grayson is going to make all of your dreams come true in the next two hours.”
    “Grayson? That’s the cowboy’s name?” Reece said, remembering his lines.
    “Yes, and he assured me on the phone that two hours is plenty to have you fucked so good you won’t be able to remember what planet you live on.” He swept his lips over Reece’s. “In a good way, of course.”
    “I trust you to make it good,” Reece said, again recalling the script. “But you should let the man in before he thinks we don’t want him.”
    “And that wouldn’t be the truth at all, would it?” Cade smiled and walked to the door. “We definitely want him.”
    Reece stepped next to the bed, again as the script required, so he was in shot for Jack to catch the details of Grayson arriving.
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
     
     
    Cade opened the door.
    “Are you Jenson Taylor?” asked a man with a deep, heavy Texan accent.
    “Yes, you must be Grayson,” Cade replied.
    “Yep, that’d be me.”
    Cade pulled the door open and Bret walked into the room. His eyes fell immediately on Reece, and the left side of his mouth squeezed up into his cheek in a lazy half-smile. “Howdy.”
    “Hello,” Reece said, placing his hands on his hips and locking his knees. Fuck, the man was gorgeous. No wonder he was in movies. Tall, broad and with a chiseled face and angular features, he had that all-American look. His eyes were a soft sapphire blue and his lips were thin but sensual. He also seemed to ooze testosterone. There was something direct and outdoorsy about him, unstoppable and determined.
    Reece let his gaze linger. The cowboy wore a black short-sleeved shirt, several buttons undone and tight on his biceps. He had on pale denims with interestingly large bulges around the groin area and they were overlain with soft brown chaps that had straps around his thighs and waist. On his feet he wore black boots that were a little scuffed. But it was the Stetson Reece liked the best—caramel colored with a black leather strip running around the base and a silver badge at the front. It really did make him look like he’d just walked in from the ranch after a day wrangling horses and chasing herds of cattle across the land.
    Bret turned to Cade. “We spoke on the telephone about your Valentine’s treat for Timothy. You were quite detailed. Is it all still as we agreed?”
    “Yes,” Cade said, shutting the door. “Timothy is looking forward