Chapter 5

Brady came out of the bathroom holding a lube bottle and a strip of condoms. More than one was probably pretty hopeful, but there was no harm in indulging the fantasy. He walked to the foot of the bed and stared at me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said with such sincerity I almost believed him without reminding myself he was an actor.

“And I’m the only one who’s naked. Want to join me?” I held out my hand for the bottle, and he swiftly tossed it at me. I flipped the lid even as I watched him peeling off his tank top and Bermuda shorts. When his erect cock popped out with no encumbrance, I was not at all surprised he’d gone commando.

I was a little shocked at how big his dick was. It seemed too much of a corny cliché to wonder out loud if it would fit, though, so I pretended not to be particularly worried and squirted out slick lube all over my fingers.