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“Arrrooooo!”
“You can stop that now.”
“Never.”
We start laughing again, and I feel ten times better. “Thanks for being there for me.”
“Always, babe.” She clanks dishes around in the background. “I’m just going to live vicariously through you until I meet my own Hotty MacHotterton who rocks my world.”
“You can always join K!nkLink, you know.”
“Mmm hmm.” It sounds like she slams a cabinet shut. “Call me later, okay?”
“Yup.” We hang up and I before I drive out of the parking lot, I open the contract and skim over the details one last time before adding my signature. Tapping the submit button, I’m practically floating in my seat. Holy shit, I’m actually going to do this.
The prospect of Carson and me together, even for one night, has me lightheaded with anticipation. That growl he gave me at the elevator will live rent free in my head forever. Fuuuuck, I’m so ready to be the prey and get eaten by a big, sexy wolf like him.
Here’s hoping that man really delivers as a Dom, and that I’m what he wants in a submissive.
Chapter 7
Carson
By the time I get home, I’m too tired to sleep and too wired to focus. Glitch, Ara, and Trey are probably online, since it’s Tuesday night, but I’m not in the mood to kick their asses in a video game right now.
Ever since Mak left my studio, I’ve been unable to concentrate on a damned thing. It made my second session a challenge to get through. I shouldn’t have called Mak out by saying her profile name when I did. That was a dick move.
But knowing who she was and not saying anything seemed even shittier.
She could have barged back into my studio and said something to me. She could have deleted the contract and never spoke another word to me. She could have done many things to let me know what I did was unacceptable. Instead, that sexy little woman chose to sign my contract.
She’s mine to play with now.
It’s almost too good to be true, and there’s a part of me that’s still hesitant about all this. We clicked so well earlier today.
For someone who’s about five feet tall and a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, she sure acts like a ten-foot-tall warrior goddess. Mak looked so comfortable and confident in her skin throughout most of the shoot, which was refreshing. All she needed was direction, which, goddamn did she take well each time.
I can’t stop thinking about her. And fuuuck, that woman is beautifully made. Small up top, big on the bottom, lush thighs, thick hair, fat bottom lip, and big hazel eyes—the devil broke the mold with Mak.
And I’ll gladly go to Hell for all the sinful things I’m dying to do to her.
Rummaging through my bag, I pull out the memory card and download both sessions from earlier today onto my computer. The instant I export the files and pull up the first one of Mak, my entire body hardens. Goddamn she’s beautiful. Funny, she seemed more comfortable in front of my camera, half-naked in those wings, than she did completely covered in her bookworm outfit.
Holy fuck, look at her eyes.
Mak gazes at me from the screen. My dick hardens to the point of pain. Unzipping my pants, I pull my cock out and stroke it slowly. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not okay to jack off to your client’s photos, and I’ve never in my life gone down this forbidden road before, but Mak isn’t just a client.
As of five hours ago, she’s also my play partner.
My heart pounded so hard when I got the notification saying she’d signed my contract. She’s going to be very happy that she did. I’ll make sure of it. The only reason I’m not calling her up so we can make arrangements right fucking now is because I want to give her time to back out. If I seem too eager, it might scare her off.
But I’m dying to get things started with that woman.
Spitting on my palm, I stroke myself while looking at picture after picture, after beautiful, stunning, mouth-wateringly sexy picture of my prey. My favorites are of her in the oversized sweater holding a shifter romance book. I almost told her that my friend, Trey, designed that particular book cover, but I didn’t. Just like I also didn’t tell her that I took the photo of the model on that cover.
It’s serendipitous in a way, that she chose that book to pose with, but I didn’t want to come off as a bragger.
Clicking through more of the shoot, I stop at one photo where Mak’s posing with her back to the camera. Her black lace panties barely cover her luscious ass. She’s gripping the bottom of her lace robe, her thighs smashed together, her dainty little fingers curled around the hem. Mak’s thick hair reaches the middle of her back, and I wanted nothing more than to pull that glorious mane while taking her from behind instead of standing several feet back, snapping her photos.