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“I think we’re done.” I help her out of the tub and hand her a towel. “You were amazing.”

“So were you.” She dries off her body before wrapping her hair up in the same towel.

My dick’s been rock hard the entire time. It hurts like a sonofabitch, trapped in my jeans.

“Do you ever take pics of yourself?” she asks.

“No.” Why would I?

“Do you ever take them with your play partners?”

I feel like she’s setting up a trap. “I’ve taken pics of my subs. But never us together. Why?”

She shrugs and looks over at the bed. “Want to take some with me?”

My dick goes limp. “Why?”

Mak saunters over and pokes my chest. “For my spank bank, silly.”

She told me she got off on my profile pic last night, but that was with a picture of my face. Not my whole ass body. My knee-jerk reaction is to deny her request, but I stall out.

Do better. She deserves it.

Maybe this will be good for me. Good for us. “If you want to… sure.”

Mak crosses her arms over her chest. “That didn’t sound very enthusiastic.”

My brain’s scrambling. She’s naked and asking me to give her something I’m perfectly capable of. I just… need to work up the nerve first.

Setting up three tripods, I take longer than necessary to look for the remote for one camera and adjust my settings on another. I also grab her cell and set it on video record so I can snag some pics off that too. All this is to make the scene as best as possible, but it’s also a time sucker so I can gather my confidence enough to do this for her.

The filters are in place, and the lighting is perfect, which now means I’ve got nothing else left to use as an excuse. “Ready?”

“Yyyyup.” She’s already on the bed naked, with her wet hair falling around her shoulders. “Get over here, hot stuff.”

My face burns as I pull off my shirt and drop it like it’s covered in fire ants. I don’t feel good. My stomach’s twisting in knots.

Mak crawls back to give me room on the bed. “You’re keeping your pants on?”

“For now.” I’m actually really proud of my ass and thighs, hell, even my arms. It’s just my gut that’s got me all fucked in the head and that’s what is exposed right now. I need to work on this for myself, and now is my chance. I just have to take this moment in baby steps.

“Get over here, Big Boy.” The cameras are rolling. Mak giggles and lifts on her knees so we can kiss. Her chilled fingers roam up my arms and down my chest. She pulls on my belt buckle, making me thrust forward a little.

That makes me growl. “You can’t just go yanking on a man’s belt, woman. It turns us feral.”

She yanks me again.

I growl again.

We start kissing and soon, I’m taking charge. I hold her in various embraces, knowing what’s best for this angle, and keep my movements slow so the cameras have time to capture it.

“Crawl in front of me,” I order. Mak does as she’s told and my dick’s hard again, and still stuffed in jeans that are way too tight and hot. “Wrap your arms around my neck and look at the camera.”

I kiss the side of her neck and sprawl my fingers out on her lower belly like she’s a possession of mine.

“This feels so sexy, Carson.”

I can’t agree or disagree. My head is stuck between enjoying the moment and masking myself.