“It’s okay. I can wait.”
When I get to her face in the mirror again, she’s smiling. The sight hits me right in the chest. What I wouldn’t do to make this woman happy.
She shakes her head at me but sets about continuing her nightly skincare routine while I watch. I’m pretty sure if she were anyone else, I’d be bored out of my mind. But this is Freya. I could watch her watching paint dry and I’d be enthralled. I just can’t get enough. I want to know everything about her, and even once I know all that, I fear it won’t be enough.
Eventually, she puts the towel back on the rail and turns around.
My breath catches at the sight of her as she saunters toward me.
I knew what she looked like from the front thanks to the reflection of the huge mirror sitting behind the sink, but nothing could have prepared me for it in real life.
Her skin is clear, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of excitement and amusement. She’s braless beneath her tank, and her hard nipples press against the thin fabric, begging to be teased.
My mouth waters and my cock jerks as I consider just how she’d taste if I were to drop to my knees and tug the fabric down.
“Everything okay?” she taunts as she comes to a stop before me, forcing my eyes up to meet hers.
I swallow thickly as her scent floods my senses, only making the situation worse.
I’m terrified of scaring her off, but there is no way I can control what is happening in my underwear right now. Not only does she look like that, but she’s about to crawl into my bed beside me. I already know I’m going to be hard all night. I just have to hope the lack of blood to my brain doesn’t leave any lasting damage.
“No, it’s not.” Her face drops, but then I quickly follow it up with, “You’re not in my bed yet,” before I reach out, throw her over my shoulder, and march her into my bedroom. She squeals in shock and wraps her arms around my waist, holding tight. “I hope you didn’t change your mind,” I mutter as we pass her bed, my fear resurfacing briefly.
“Didn’t even consider it,” she confirms.
“There,” I say after flipping her over and laying her out on my bed. “Damn, you look good.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” she counters.
I stand to my full height beside her. “Did you want to take another photo? You know for your screensaver, maybe one without those other assholes in it?” I offer.
She giggles, her eyes raking over every inch of me. It’s impossible not to notice that she lingers on my crotch. My dick jerks, more than happy with the attention, even if it is only her eyes.
“It’s okay. I’ve already got one,” she admits.
“Oh?” I ask as I slip into bed beside her.
“Mmmhmm,” she mumbles as I wrap my arm around her waist and drag her into my body.
“Tell me more,” I demand, the tip of my nose brushing hers as I stare into her eyes.
“Well…when I saw it, I just knew it had to be saved. It’s…perfect. The lighting, the angles. Honestly, I could stare at him every day and never get bored.”
“Is that right?” Conceited of me to continue assuming she has a photo of me from the underwear campaign as her screensaver? Maybe. But I fucking love the idea that she’ll see me practically naked every time her cell wakes up.
“Yeah, it’s a really incredible shot. Some might say a piece of art.”
Sliding my hand down her side, I hook it around her thigh and tug her leg over my hip, allowing us to get closer.
“Well, I can’t wait to see,” I muse as my hard cock grazes her pussy, making her gasp and her pupils dilate.
“You’ll love it. Super cute,” she continues, her voice a little raspier.
Lifting my head from the pillow, I nuzzle her neck.
“I’m sure I will.”
“I found a couple of others I loved today as well. Might have to turn them into a slide show so every time I wake my cell up it’s a different picture.”
