Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Paisley
Six months later.
After the drama with the twins, I quit my job at CelebLife. My editor was surprisingly understanding because it’s no secret that I don’t enjoy the lifestyle. It’s not fun to stalk people who don’t want to be stalked, and I found the job wearing on me more and more. Of course, some of my co-workers were shocked at my departure but I think it’s because they’re addicted to the money, more than actually enjoying the work.
As for me professionally? I’m not sure what’s next, to be honest. At the moment, I’m just focusing on my pregnancy, and the Creightons support me in this choice. I’ve moved into their home, and they’ve converted Talon’s master bedroom suite into one that we all share. Even more, we’ve transformed one of the spare rooms into a nursery, so when the baby arrives, he or she will have a place to lay their head.
But my career isn’t over by any means because I’ve started a website where I showcase my wildlife photos, and I’m building a following. A few hundred customers have already purchased prints, and I’m hoping to catch the eye of an agent or an editor in the future. All it takes is the right connection, and then I’ll land the job of my dreams. But in the meantime, I’m keeping my skills up by photographing local flora and fauna where we live, as well as my favorite subjects: my lovers.
“Hold still!” I say, giggling a bit. Talon and Torment are excellent athletes, but they’re terrible models. You’d think they’d be better since they do photoshoots all the time, but I suppose the fighter in them needs to be moving constantly.
“You’ve taken a thousand pictures already,” grumbles Talon playfully. “I’m sure one of them is good enough.”
I grin. “Yeah, but I need the perfect one because you guys are going to be gone for two weeks! I need a reminder of you to keep me warm while you’re traveling.”
The men roll their eyes a bit, but they sit still because it’s true: they have a big fight coming up in Minneapolis next week, and at this point, I’m too big to get on the plane. But I know they’ll do well, and even better, their careers didn’t suffer any lasting damage from the false arrest. Instead, the notoriety only made them more popular because MMA aficionados love to think that my men are borderline criminals. Of course, there’s a difference between being an actual criminal and merely having the reputation, but my lovers walk that fine line. If anything, they’re even more popular and in-demand than before.
But this is a special photoshoot because it’s a male boudoir session for my enjoyment. Both of my lovers are nude, and they’re oiled up and absolutely gorgeous with gleaming muscles, carved chests, and of course, those huge members reaching almost to their knees. It’s for my special collection and I titter again while snapping the shutter of my Minolta.
“Do you still have the medals from that big fight last year? You know, the ones where the sash is red, blue, and gold? I think they’d be great around your necks,” I coo while snapping away. My thighs are growing moist and I squeeze them together with need.
My lovers merely growl, their blue eyes gleaming.
“You mean, you want to photograph us naked except for the medals draped around our necks?”
I nod while snapping away.
“Oh yes. I think it would be sexy, don’t you?”
My men merely growl again, their blue eyes flashing.
“Sweetheart, if we dig those medals out, we’re going to be hanging them from our cocks, we’re so hard for you right now. Wouldn’t that make a classic boudoir photo?”
I think for a moment and nod happily.
“It would, and I’d like it too. Imagine that! You’d be champions of the finest sort.”
The two men have had enough. The photoshoot is over and they declare their intent by crowding up on me both front and back, jostling my camera and making me giggle once more. Suddenly, I’m surrounded by acres of hard, bronzed male flesh and shiver with anticipation as my heart races.
“Oooh, should we videotape what comes next? I know you guys like to have fun and I just got that new camera that has stop-action,” I coo. “We could make an amazing home video.”
The men smile but there’s a sudden gleam to their eyes, and Torment shakes his head.
“No, not yet sweetheart, because we have something for you.” Suddenly, both gorgeous fighters drop to one knee in front of me, their expressions intense as Talon pulls a small blue velvet box from out of nowhere. He pops it open and inside is the most gorgeous diamond I’ve ever seen.
“Oh my God, is that …?” I ask, covering my mouth with my hands as my voice shakes. Both men nod.