THRUST(18)

I swallow and nod my head. “Goodnight, Mr. Wilder.”

He flashes me a sexy grin before taking off toward the elevator. I immediately unlock the door and push it open, disappearing inside.

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”

I’ve been keeping that in for a while. I’m sore; so sore. All over. Especially between my legs, but I didn’t want him to know that he hurt me, because I don’t want him to take it easy on me next time. I want this just as much as him.

Maybe even more . . .





I STEP INTO THE ELEVATOR with Calla’s taste still tingling on my lips from the gym. I was so close to kissing her on the mouth when I said goodnight at her door that I had to stop myself before going through with it.

Kissing isn’t something that I take lightly. I usually keep kissing in the bedroom to keep that safe line between dating and just having unattached sex, but her lips feel and taste so damn good that I’m so close to saying fuck it and blurring those lines.

“Fuck!” I step out of the elevator and onto the tenth floor. My eyes wander down the hall to Hunter’s door before I shove my key into my lock and let myself inside.

Hunter gets back tomorrow and finally I’ll have a little help around here. I’m so exhausted by the time I get home each night that thinking is physically painful, and I know for a fact now that since I’ve had sex with Calla I’m going to be doing a hell of a lot more thinking.

Being inside her felt a lot better than I expected. I had to try my hardest not to come before I got her off first. I always get the woman off first, but with her I was almost selfish.

I pick up my phone and think about sending her a text, but then toss it aside, deciding against it.

Instead, I strip down to my boxers and go to bed, thinking about how and when I’m going to fuck Calla again.

It definitely has to be soon . . .





INSTEAD OF GOING TO BED I find myself behind the computer, pulling up photos of Kyan from the shoot on Monday. I’ve been so busy editing other photos that I haven’t had much time to go through the cover shoot and I need to have the edited pictures sent to Olivia in two days.

With each picture that I click on, I find myself smiling at how well we worked as a team that day, and I guess maybe just a little at the way he made me ride his face. Okay, so a lot, a whole lot.

Wedding photography is enjoyable, it’s what I’m used to, but this . . . this is a whole new level of fun. I can definitely see myself looking into doing more personal shoots, especially if it’s with Kyan.

I turn my head to the side when I hear Tori come out of her room. She nods her head at the computer and walks to the kitchen. “Whatcha looking at?”

I wait until she’s done pouring a glass of juice before answering her. “My photo shoot with Kyan.”

Tori’s slippers rub against the wooden floor, bringing attention as she scurries my way. “Yes please. I need to see this.”

I bring my hands up to cover her eyes as she bends down to get a look. “Yes please? I never asked you to come look.” I laugh as she slaps my hands away and looks down at the screen.

“Oh damn!” She looks closer at the photo of Kyan under his sheets, looking up at me—the camera. “Did you photo shop this delicious man or was he just blessed with every good genes that God made?”

Shaking my head, I laugh and click through a few more pictures, giving her a taste of what I’ve been tasting . . . literally. “No actually. This is my first time even looking through them. This is all him. Man meat all in his sexiness wonder.”

She leans against the computer desk and sips her juice, keeping her eyes glued to the screen. “Well damn . . . this man could do anything that he wanted with my body. I’d pay him just to lick my big toe. No lie.”

Without thinking, I say my thoughts aloud. “Well he’s definitely good with his tongue; so good.”

I get shoved into the desk as she jumps up to her feet. “Oh my God! What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” I lie. “I was just thinking.” I can’t hide the smirk that takes over my lips. Who would be able to?

“Girl. If I was doing anything with a man this sexy, denying it would be the last thing I would be doing.” She slowly starts walking to her room. “You think about that and then tell me all the details in the morning. All the details. Every single one. I’m going to sleep. Brad wore me out and not in a good way.”

I shut down my computer and think about what she just said. A huge smile takes over my face and I feel like a giddy kid. She’s right. I should be screaming from the rooftops right now. This is the best deal I’ve ever been hit with.