Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
For fuck’s sake.
I needed help, not encouragement.
Right?
I mean, this was clearly a bad idea if Preston was nervous about it…but he’d said he thought I would do a good job with it and he made it clear he wasn’t pimping me out.
Fuck.
Giving up trying to decide what was logical and what wasn’t, I looked up at the ceiling hoping my guardian angel would stop drinking and pay attention. “I might’ve said I’d think about it? And instead of active modeling like we do at L and L, he wants something a bit closer to a mannequin…or maybe a living sex doll?”
The silence stretched out until I almost couldn’t take it anymore, then they both burst up like fireworks were coming out of their asses and they scurried over to me. I knew I was blushing as they stared down at me, but I just couldn’t help it. The whole thing was just too erotic and it couldn’t be real.
They both giggled until Ian broke the silence. “You said yes to all of it, right?”
I might’ve sighed.
“He wouldn’t let me answer right away.” It was horrible. I had erotic perfection right at the tip of my fingers and I had to think about it. “I have to wait forty-eight hours and then I can answer.”
Me and thinking logically about this kind of stuff really didn’t go hand-in-hand.
“Oh, that’s such a Dom move.” Lane sighed like he thought it was the sexiest thing ever.
“Did he tell you that you can’t jerk off while you wait?” Ian’s question was reasonable but sent a shiver of fear through me.
“No, thank god.” I didn’t bother trying to hide the relief in my voice. That would’ve been terrible. Luca was too hot for that. “I’d have died.”
I’d already gone home and jerked off so many times my dick hurt…yeah, denial would not have been possible.
Thank fuck, Luca hadn’t seemed to realize that was a possibility.
Ian let out a happy squeak and wiggled excitedly. “Tell us more.”
They scooted back as I sat up, but if I was going to tell them everything, I needed more pizza and some of the slushy drink. “Well, after Roman and Preston explained the corset thing and what he was looking to do with the current line, I was interested enough to agree to meet Luca. He’s the artist.”
Their nods said they thought that was a good idea too.
Relief flashed through me because I’d never had anything like this happen, even at Leashes & Lace, and I hadn’t been sure what to do.
“Preston and Roman both made it clear that even though it sounded…well, kinky, I wasn’t being pimped out, and he wasn’t going to do anything…inappropriate, I guess.” I was aiming for professional and not weird, but when they sighed disappointingly, I nodded. “I know, right?”
I’d hoped for at least something slightly naughty. I mean, corsets and a sexy artist? That was the foundation for a fabulous porn movie.
“Then what?” Ian wiggled again, demanding more. “What was he like?”
“Orgasm-inducingly firm.” Just thinking about him made my dick ache and I took a breath to get my stupid fantasies under control. “He looks stern and sexy.”
He’d looked like he’d walked out of every wet dream I’d ever had.
“He’s fucking huge. Bear-sized is right.” They shivered as I thought about his big hands and pushed back the fantasies that were inching back in again. “He looks grumpy and dark, but he was polite and, I guess, careful would be a good way to say it. He kept his gaze on mine and didn’t leer. He was honest about what he wanted from a model and about the situations he thought would come up.”
That was the frustrating part and I found myself frowning at my two naughty friends. “I…I couldn’t tell what he thought of me…like me not model in front of him me.”
There was a difference and most of the time it was easy to tell if a potential photographer or someone like that could only see the model and not the person. But Luca was so careful I couldn’t tell what he saw when he looked at me.
Ian and Lane nodded, but I wasn’t surprised when it was Lane who asked what they were both thinking. “Did you want him to notice you? With this kind of shoot, even if it was just with Roman and Eli, it would get intimate quickly and the living doll thing…that’s going to really turn you on.”
Lane didn’t seem to realize just being around Roman and Eli at the grocery store seemed intimate and erotic, so I didn’t point that out as I nodded. I wanted to do it. I couldn’t hide that. “I don’t know if I could do it without there being some kind of connection, but I don’t want to come off weird or like I’m going to charge him by the hour, if you know what I mean.”