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Doctor Emily Stephens has just moved to LA to start a new job when she meets a man who ignites something within her. Something she didn't know existed.
But as she and Chris develop their relationship and explore their sex l...
A few days later and I was lying in bed flicking through my Facebook feed, and just generally browsing around the Internet when I saw a new article that suggested that Chris was being considered for the role of Captain America in the next Marvel/Disney movie.
I pulled out my phone and texted Chris.
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A week later I was at Chris' house. We were lying in bed together, it was the middle of the day, but we were just having one of those days where we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I was on my laptop doing some work wearing one of his tees and nothing else, and he was laying back in bed in just his underwear going through the script to the film he was filming in February. His phone buzzed.
"Hey, what's up? Wow, really? I – I don't know. What kind of commitment? Nine? Seriously?" He ran his hand down his face with that bit, like the conversation was hurting him. "I – I can't do nine. Not after Fantastic Four. I could still be pulled back into that piece of shit franchise. No. Fuck, man. I just ... Okay, I'll think about it, but I just can't see myself saying yes to this. When is it anyway? But I'm doing the Anna Faris thing then. Hey if you can convince them to move it, I'll think about it." He hung up the phone and lay back in the bed, his hand covering his face.
I pushed my laptop to the side and lay down, resting my chin into the crook of his arm.
"You were right." He said, looking down at me.
"I usually am." I agreed. "What specifically are we talking about."
"They want me to be Captain America."
"Wow, that's exciting."
"It's when What's Your Number is being shot anyway. I can't do it."
I shrugged. "Aw. Bummer."
Chris shook his head. "It's probably for the best. I don't know. I've done the superhero thing. It wasn't great. I loved making them. They were so much fun, but they put so much money into them if they're not good movies they're a chore."
I started to place kisses along his shoulder blade. "You gotta do what makes you happy."
"You make me happy." Chris grinned, touching me on the nose. "Do I get to do you?"
"What did I just say?" I laughed.
He pulled me up so I was lying directly on top him as if I weighed nothing. I propped myself up using my elbows on his chest and looked down at him. He was kneading the flesh of my arse, looking up at me. "You know what, Em? I think maybe you should take charge." He said.
"Oh really? Telling me what to do are you?"
He laughed. "And, I think we should smoke a joint."
"During?"
He nodded, raising his eyebrow.
"So it's not so much that you want me to take charge as you want to lie back getting high, while I do all the work?"
