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“That’s it,” Carson says, standing up. “You should be all warmed up and ready for me now.”

I’m ready alright. But it’s not to have my stupid picture taken.

Sitting back on my legs, I recollect myself. “That felt so good.”

“I’m glad.” He holds out his hands for me to take and lifts me up to my feet effortlessly. Carson’s a solid guy. He’s one of those hotties with a dad bod, but is still super muscular. He seems like the kind of guy who works out a lot but also loves beer and nachos.

That’s my type.

His hands are huge, as is the rest of him. I like every inch I see. My mind immediately paints a scenario where he picks me up and cups my ass with those big hands of his and rails me against the wall. Bet his thrusts would be deep and hard. Bet he could rearrange my organs and make me call him Sir.

Lust pools in my pussy and my hands grow clammy.

Carson inhales sharply and my cheeks flame because I’m scared he can sense how turned on I am. But that’s ridiculous, right? He can’t smell it. That’s… no. I quickly let go of his hands and back away.

Come on, Mak. Pull yourself together! So what if I’m turned on? Anyone would be with a man like this staring down at them. What is he? Six-three? Six-four?

His nostrils flare and eyes darken.

Fuck. There’s no way in hell he can smell how turned on I am, right? I’m just being paranoid. That sort of thing only happens in spicy books and I’m not living in one of those.

That would be so cool, though.

Carson turns away from me again and starts rolling up our yoga mats. “What kind of music would you like?”

“I ummmm. I don’t care.”

“Come on, Makayla,” he says in a cute, teasing way. “There has to be a band you enjoy. What’s your favorite genre? I’ll put it on, and we can get started.”

“I…” Biting my lip, I reclaim my fluttering heart and focus. “I’ve been on a K-pop kick lately.”

My ex, Dick-twat-who-shall-not-be-named, always gave me shit for liking certain genres, and it drove me nuts. To the point where I only played music in the car by myself or in earbuds when I soaked in a bath, because he never even let me listen to my amazing playlists on the surround system that he insisted on getting me for Christmas two years ago. No, no, that was reserved for his music most of the time. And his movies. And his video games.

Blackpink starts up and I swear my heart swoons from the grin Carson gives me. Then he arches his brow and says, “Creative liberties, right?”

I clear my throat. “Yeah. Create away. I’m all yours.”

Carson tips his chin towards the sex swing. “Lean against that wall right there, with your back to me, and spread your legs.”

Chapter 5

Carson

This woman might be the death of me. No, not might. She will be the death of me.

Stretching her just now nearly had me growling with need, and my professionalism almost slipped. Her obedience is delicious when she does everything I tell her to. Such a good girl. Don’t get me going on the way her hips sway as she walks over to the wall and gets into position.

But the kill shot?

Her eyes. This woman’s hazel eyes would have started whole ass wars back in the day. She’s angelic and demonic all in one breath.

And my dick is hardening. Shit.

“Like this?” Mak leans against the wall behind the sex swing.

I clear my throat and get my head back in the game. “Yeah.” Gripping my camera, I slowly prowl closer to her. “Rest your elbows against the brick and put your hands into your hair.”

She fidgets a little, as if unsure about what I want. “Like this?”