Colt
When I walk backinto the bedroom after ordering the food, she’s kneeling on the bed adjusting the cameras and lighting with her phone. She’s distracted by taking a few test photos, so I get to lean against the door frame taking her in.
She’s in a light pink robe, and apparently naked underneath already given how much I can see of her thighs and the way her nipple piercings press against the satin. I’m dying to see her without it, sprawled out on my bed. I wish it was with her underneath me but having pictures of her in that state that I can revisit whenever I want is the next best thing. Even if it is a form of torture.
“All right Farm Boy. You still haven’t told me what you want with these pictures. I assume you want me on the bed, or you wouldn’t have chosen a bedroom, but we can move things around if you like.” Her eyes drift to me as she sets her phone down.
“The bed is good unless you think somewhere else is better. I want you laying down, naked, with…” I pause to bend over and pull a ball out of my bag, tossing it to her. She catches it and raises an eyebrow. “That covering the ‘most important bits’ as you put it.”
She looks down at the ball and back at me, a small smirk forming on her lips. “You’re so predictable. You gonna want me in your jersey next?”
“No. Just these. Although there is something else I want to add.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll see. Can you take photos like that, or do you need to show me how to do it?” I nod to her position on the bed.
“I can do it. I’ll set a timer once I’ve framed the shot and it’ll take a series of photos. I can move my phone out of shot then. Worse comes to worst, I can edit it out too.”
“All right.” I nod, watching her as her eyes flicker to me and then back to her camera. If I didn’t know her better, I’d say she was nervous. Because there’s definitely palpable tension building in the room. The air is heavy, thick with electricity like just before a storm.
It’s not anything new really, for me to see her naked—and she’s not exactly shy. She has a gorgeous body, and she knows it. But I still see her fingers hesitate when she sets the ball aside and goes to untie the robe.
“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to,” I say suddenly, and she pauses, the robe falling partially open as she looks up at me.
“We do though. Because I need the photos of you. I promised Harper I’d get you in the book come hell or high water, so I have to pay my dues.” She smiles at me.
“You don’t have to do this. I’ll do them,” I say, feeling guilty that I’ve pushed her to do something she doesn’t want to. That she feels obligated to do. I’d meant this to be fun, like part of the game we’ve been playing.
“I know you would.” Her eyes soften as she looks at me. “But at least let me pretend like you wouldn’t?”
I raise an eyebrow at her, and she just gives me a little grin. I frown in response though because it makes me nervous.
“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable Joss.”
“I’m not uncomfortable. I just… even I have a flicker of nerves about stripping down for America’s Most Eligible Bachelor, so I can take half-naked photos on his bed while he watches. I think most women would.”
“Most women aren’t you, Joss. No other woman has even come close. Why do you think I want you on my wall?”
“You’re good at that, Farm Boy.” Her eyes flash to mine, and she grins again. Like that bit of confidence boost is what she needed, and she pushes the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around her knees on the bed.
Meanwhile, every drop of blood I have is pooling south with it because the glimpses I got of her in the dress and dripping wet in the shower were not nearly enough to prepare me. Somehow this woman looks better than every memory and fantasy I’ve had of her over the years. The soft swell of her stomach, the curve of her hips, the way her tattoos compliment her pale skin, and then my favorite part of her body—they’re full and perfect, teardrop shaped with pale pink pierced nipples. I’m already remembering what it felt like to run my tongue over the metal as I watch them bead up from the cool air in the room.
“You want the panties off or on?”
“On,” I answer immediately. I thought originally I’d want her stripped bare but I can’t handle it. If she slips them off, I’m going to be on my knees in front of her begging for anything she’ll give me.
“Okay.” She smirks, like she knows what I’m thinking. “So you just want me laying back with this between my thighs? Kind of still make it look like it’s covering things?”
She lays down on the bed, shifting around to get comfortable and her breasts sway with the motion. She moves the football into place and then looks over to me for a response.
“Yes,” my voice comes out raspier than it should, and there’s an answering smirk on her lips. She’s loving that she has me rattled.
She fixes her hair and makes amusing faces at the camera as she tries to situate herself in frame.
“Come here and check the monitor image on my phone and see if you like it.” She nods to her phone next to her on the bed, and I do as she asks, grabbing the phone to look at the image.
Fuck me.She’s honestly better than any fantasy I’ve ever had like this, and it’s not lost on me how lucky I am that she’s willing to do this for me. There’s just one missing element I want. One thing Ben got from Violet that I never got from her. A thing she’d never really give me because she doesn’t love me the way Violet loves him, but she might be willing to play the part for this photo session. I try to compose myself, act more nonchalant than I’m feeling about all of this. Because she’s got a sixth sense for weakness, and all it would take is a few of the right words for me to be begging her to break the agreement we made.
