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what?”
    “I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re about to pop your ass cherry with some mutant-dicked giant? Seriously, dude. Why are you doing it?”
    Levi reached for a bottle of water, opened it, and took a long swig. He had a vague memory of one beer-fueled night at Silver a few years ago when he might have told Cam more about his financial situation than he really wanted to. The night had ended at Cam’s place with a bunch of other models, and besides the reaffirmed knowledge that he and Cam shared a respectful sexual chemistry, the only thing he remembered was that Cam gave really good head. “Why does anyone do porn?”
    “You tell me,” Cam said. “I got into porn to pay for college, and I still do it because I kinda love it. You, my friend, do not love it. You do it because you think you have to. I think you enjoy it sometimes, but that’s the primal, animal side of you. Deep down, there’s a big part of you that hates what we do.”
    “I knew that psychology degree of yours was gonna come back and bite me in the ass,” Levi said. Cam was wrong. He didn’t hate porn, and he wasn’t ashamed of how he made a living. There was just something missing in his life right now, and he didn’t know what.
    Cam reached over and swiped Levi’s water bottle. “I don’t need academics to bite you in the ass. Been there, done that. If you’ve got an itch you want to scratch, there’s better ways of—”
    “You shot with Rex?”
    “No.” Cam twisted the cap back on the water bottle. “I’ve watched a couple of his scenes, though.”
    “And?”
    “Put it this way. He’s not gonna go easy on you, even if you ask him to. From what I’ve heard, that riles him up. The dude’s got no respect.”
    Levi swallowed, remembering the fear in Kai’s eyes a few days ago. Was that what people thought of him too? That he would actually fucking hurt them? “What about Sonny?”
    Cam grinned. “Yeah, I’ve filmed with him. He’s a damned good fuck, bendy as hell. We had a lot of fun.”
    Levi eyed Cam. Cam had never mentioned Sonny before, but the smirk on his face seemed familiar, like Levi was missing something obvious. “He seems like a whiny diva prick.”
    “Really?” Cam shook his head. “Nah, you’ve got that wrong. Sonny’s a handful, but he’s cool, and he’s all fucking man. I told Jon I would’ve fucked him for free.”
    Levi snorted. Cam said that about pretty much every scene he shot. It was only the fact that he was as resolute about topping as Levi that kept them from fucking each other, just for fun, of course. “You say that all the time.”
    “Not true,” Cam said. “Anyway, you’ll find out for yourself soon enough. That’s the plus side of getting nailed by Rex, right? You get to fuck Sonny. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”
    Levi felt sick. He slumped and put his head on his arms. The prospect of fucking Sonny was intriguing but laced with apprehension. To fuck Sonny, he had to get fucked himself, and there was nothing exciting about that.
    Cam reached over and laid a hand on his forehead. “Jeez, you’re burning some fever there, man. Do you want me to drive you home?”
    “You don’t have a car.” Levi shrugged him off. It was true, he did have a fever, but he knew the flush of his skin couldn’t be completely attributed to being sick.
    Damn you, Sonny Valentine.
    Later that day, he left the garage and headed for home. He hadn’t kept anything down for twenty-four hours, but he swung past the store all the same and picked up bread and ginger ale, hoping his churning stomach was a sign he was hungry.
    He parked by his building and trudged inside, throwing the contents of his pockets on the coffee table. His cell phone beeped as it clattered against the glass tabletop. He picked it up and glanced at the message, expecting more well-meant ribbing from Cam.
    Still sick? — S
    Levi frowned. S? Who the hell was S? He fired back a message, threw the phone back on