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of her jaw. She tilts her head, giving me better access. I pull away almost immediately, confusing her. “If anyone knocks, if the phone rings, if the goddamn hotel catches on fire, we are not stopping.”
    She laughs at my demands, “I promise.”
    “Good. As long as we are clear.” I can now resume devouring my wife with a clear head. I skim the lace of her bra with my fingertips, “New?”
    “You like it?”
    “Not at all,” I say with a smile before dipping my head to nip at her hardened nipple. I repeat the motion with her other breast. She hums softly, both her hands gripping my arms. The more I pull and nip, the tighter her grip gets. “We’re wasting good footage. Ready?”
    “Very.”
    I’m pleased as a kid in a toy store by her eagerness. “I must say, this is a nice change. Usually I’m begging,” I admit my thoughts.
    She smiles warmly and plants a soft kiss on my lips before leaving me alone with my camera. My baby does everything she knows I love. She pulls out all the stops. When her fingers dip into her panties, I can’t stand it any longer. I move to join her on film. Lost in the moment, I actually forget what it is I’m trying to accomplish. I actually forget the camera that sits only a few feet away. Her lips wrapped around my cock blanks my mind from all other thoughts. The taste of her on my tongue wipes away any intentions I had going in. Feeling her warmth as I slide deep inside of her consumes every fiber of my being. Her cries mixing with my moans do me in.
    Once we lay chest-to-chest, arms and limbs wrapped tightly each other, I suddenly remember my task. “Oh, yeah. We did this on film.”
    She laughs, disbelievingly saying, “You’re serious. You actually forgot?”
    “I really did. See, this is why I love doing this. Total win/win situation. We just made sweet music together for the past hour, and now I get to watch it all again and again and again.” I drum a beat on her ass with my fingertips. A habit after we make love.
    “You’re a smart man, Mr. Amatto.”
    “I know. I’m brilliant.”
     

     
    “Hunt, what the hell is wrong with you?” Jack asks for the third time. I’m off. I’m not on my game. This rehearsal has been torture for me. This never happens to me.
    “Let’s start from the top.”
    Jack sighs and shakes his head. “Fine. From the top.”
    The next run through goes off perfectly. So does every song for the rest of our rehearsal. The reason is because I’m concentrating like a bitch on each hit I make with my sticks. I usually can play my part in my sleep. I don’t need to think about it…ever.
    After rehearsing the last song in our planned encore, Jack steps over to where I’m still sitting, staring into space.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t know.”
    He shakes his head before saying, “Dude, you sucked ass earlier. That was scary.”
    “I’m fine. It was a fluke, don’t worry about it.”
    A lie…a big fat motherfucking lie. I know exactly what’s wrong, and I’m not fine. I’m a dead man. My wife is going to kill me. She is going to cut my goddamn dick off. She may even make me wear it around my neck at my own funeral. Everything she feared is now dangerously close to coming true.
    Why will I wear my dick as the latest fashion statement?
    It’s because I’m an irresponsible asshole.
    I am positive of three things:
    I removed the card just as I always do after we finish our thing.
    I lost the card.
    I’m dead.
    Shit, just thinking about this makes bile rise in my throat. How am I even going to tell her?
    “ Oh, by the away, Baby, that SD card you were so afraid would get into the wrong hands? Yeah, well, I lost it .”
    It was in my hand as I unassembled the camera from the tripod. There was kissing, a phone call, a shower, the gang came by to chill before we headed out to dinner. We had an amazing Italian meal, got back to the hotel, and that’s when I broke out into a cold sweat. It was only then that I realized I don’t