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Tink Elite 8 Studios Book 3 Emmy Sanders Copyright © 2023 by Emmy Sanders All rights reserved. The names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents portrayed in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electrical or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Beta Reading by Georgia Johnson, Jen & Maxie of Smut Readers Society, and Lauren Editing by M.A. Hinkle Proofreading by Ky Cover Design by Cate Ashwood Content Warning: This book contains the mention of past verbal abuse. Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 20. Chapter 20 21. Chapter 21 22. Chapter 22 23. Chapter 23 24. Chapter 24 25. Chapter 25 26. Chapter 26 27. Chapter 27 28. Chapter 28 29. Chapter 29 30. Chapter 30 31. Chapter 31 32. Chapter 32 Epilogue A Note from Emmy Connect Chapter 1 Alex “Come to Mama, you beautiful beast, you.” “Pardon?” my coworker asks dryly. I bark a laugh, straining from my prone position to pat Dixon’s knee. Even though his eyes are on his phone, his thick eyebrow is raised in begrudging amusement. He loves me. I know he does. “Not you, Grumpy Bear. This dick,” I reply, flashing my phone screen his way. Dixon’s eyes raise to my device before he can think better of it, and a scowl jumps to his face. “Jesus Christ. Keep your dicks to yourself.” Cackling, I flip onto my back atop one of the many couches in our break room at Elite 8 Studios and swipe through Grizz1330’s pictures, which are few. Two, to be exact. There’s the aforementioned dick pic and a faceless body shot, and even though both are taken in poor lighting with less-than-professional angles, there’s no mistaking I’m looking at one bear of a man. I want to climb him. Or lick him. Climb him and lick him. “Are you seriously trolling for dick right now?” Dixon asks in his deep grumble of a voice. “After you just had a scene?” “It was only blowies,” I comment as I glance through Grizz’s info. His profile is pretty scant, but it says he’s thirty years old—four years older than my twenty-six—and single. “I haven’t been properly dicked in a week, Dixie. A week.” It’s a travesty of epic proportions. My friend-slash-coworker sighs loudly enough that I don’t even have to turn my head to know exactly what expression he’s sporting. “Alex, pudding pop, li’l biscuit—” “Hungry much?” “—we’ve talked about this.” “Of course we talk about dicks, Dix. We’re porn stars,” I retort with an eye roll that, unfortunately, Dixon can’t see. “That’s not—” Dixon cuts off. I didn’t think he could sigh any louder than the first time, but he proves me wrong. “You know what? No, that’s fine. Whatever. You’re gonna overshare no matter what I say, so why do I even bother? I have the worst friends.” “Aww, bestie,” I say, rolling over enough to take in my six-foot-something behemoth of a friend. “I love you, too.” Dixon shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose as Niko saunters into the break room. Although really, this place is more like a lounge. Break room sounds sad and utilitarian, but our boss, Jerome, did us a solid when he outfitted this space. There are a bunch of plush couches and chairs, complimentary snacks and beverages, and tastefully erotic nude stills from the studio decorating the walls. I seriously have the best job. “Niko,” I call out, garnering the Greek god’s attention. He may be named Adonis on set, but the man lives up to his moniker, that’s for sure. His head swings my way as Dixon’s head swings his way. “Your boyfriend is being mean to me.” I pout for good measure. Niko grins widely, strutting over—because yes, the man literally struts every second of every day—and Dixon sighs yet again. That is until Niko lands in his lap. Then Dixon melts, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. Niko plants a quick kiss on Dixon’s short-cropped hair before his eyes cut my way. “He’s mean to me, too. That’s how you know he cares,” Niko says, bringing a smile to my face and a scowl to Dixon’s. Niko pats Dixon’s chest. “Ready to head home, griniári mou?” “Yeah, yeah,” Dixon grumbles, but I don’t miss the way he tucks his face against Niko’s wet curls before the pair of them stand up. Dixon can humph and grumph all he wants, but we all know how much he loves Nikolas Adamos. From the moment they locked eyes, it was love-disguised-as-hate at first sight. Now, nearly a year after they first met here at Elite 8 Studios, the pair are still going strong, partners on and off the set. And considering we make adult films—Elite 8 Studios is the gay porn mecca, after all—that’s saying something. Not everyone is okay with their love interest fucking other guys. Believe me, I know. Frankly, I don’t see the problem, not as long as there’s communication, clearly set boundaries, and consent on all sides. “You guys go have fun being all cutesy and domestic,” I say, waving my hand and returning my focus to Grizz and his truly impressive dick. I open up a new chat. “I have a bear to bait.” Niko snickers. “Have a good night.” “Be safe,” Dixon counters. I pull my eyes up from