Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Just the way he did it, the way his muscles rippled with that simple movement, made my heart rate pick up. It wasn’t fair, because it was artless. Surely he had no intention of tempting me, and yet that’s exactly what he was doing. Tempting just like he had hours ago in my suite, and every day in the gym, and just generally every second of the day if I was breathing.
“I thought maybe we could gradually unveil you,” I explained. “And don’t fuck with me, Kage. Stop trying to embarrass me. This is business. Let the master do his job.”
“Sure thing, chief. How’s this? Sexy enough?” He stretched onto his side, lengthening out and showing off the leanness of his flank. For some reason that expanse of smooth, hairless skin always drew my eye, made me want to reach out and run my hand along it. My fingers itched to touch him there, and to follow the curve all the way to his hip.
I gulped and somehow turned my brain off enough to get through a few shirtless photos. “Smile for me,” I practically whispered, and he did. “Now pull your shorts down a little on your hip there.” He gave me a funny look, but he did as I asked.
“Like this?” He teased the waistband down over his hip bone, revealing the deep iliac furrow that angled down into his shorts.
“Perfect,” I breathed, snapping a group of photos in that pose. “People do really go for that V of yours.”
“People, huh?” He smiled and stuck the tip of his tongue playfully between his teeth.
The tongue I’d just tasted. Don’t think about it.
“Adorable. How about a sexy wink?” I said unselfconsciously. He fired off a few winks for me as I tried to catch it at just the right second. “Wow, that’s gonna be hot. I can’t wait to get these posted.” By this time I was in the zone, feeling like a real photographer. Like in my mind, I may have been slightly considering a career change.
“I’m curious,” Kage said nonchalantly, rolling onto his stomach as I continued to snap pictures. “Which do you think is sexier? Choice A…” He pulled his shorts down just enough to show the top swell of his muscled glutes and the beginning of his ass crack. I sucked in a breath and continued snapping, willing my heartbeat to slow down. This was good stuff. See? I could separate my personal feelings from my profession. My finger was shaking as I pressed the button. “Or do you prefer choice B?” he asked.
Without warning, he flipped onto his back and hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts, yanking down enough to reveal a bed of dark pubic hair and about two inches of the top of his very thick, very hard cock. He used his fingers to hold down his massive erection, which remained covered by the fabric of his shorts, but not hidden. There was no disguising the outline of that beast of a body part.
I let out a strangled sound and fumbled the sinfully expensive camera. It landed on the carpet a safe distance from the spilled beer and was forgotten. My logical mind went on vacation, and all I could think was that I wanted to put my mouth on that spot he was showing me, to see what it tasted like. Find out what it smelled like and if it was as warm as it looked.
“Definitely a B,” Kage growled. Then he lowered the front of his shorts even further, hooking the band under his balls and releasing his cock. It sprang up and bounced off of his tight belly, leaving a sticky trail of precum on his tanned skin, and in that moment, as every molecule of my being seemed to converge into a throbbing mass at the base of my scrotum, I realized I was officially and utterly fucked.
My own dick had swelled to the point of pain, and my mouth was watering with the need to lick every inch of Kage’s body from head to toe. He was so goddamn gorgeous. It didn’t seem quite possible that he wanted me, and yet every move he made said that he did.
I tore my eyes away from his hard cock and met his gaze, which was amused and trained right on me.
“Don’t look so worried,” he said. “It likes you. Can’t you tell?” He stood up in front of me and dropped his shorts to the floor, kicking them out of the way. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I don’t… I can’t…” I found myself stuttering, though what I was trying to say was a complete mystery even to myself. “Kage—”
“Shhh,” he whispered, lowering his head until his lips were right next to my ear. “It’s okay to want me, Jamie. I want you, too. Stop making excuses and just let go.”