I’m still staring at this single image when Lawrence steps into the waiting room from the back with a smile. “Welcome back, Mr. Faulkner.”
Yeah, I feel stupidly obvious. “Hi,” I greet, getting to my feet.
“Right this way. We’re glad that you enjoyed yourself so much that you decided to return.”
Yep, that’s exactly why I’m here. I nod and don’t answer. I feel like any words out of my mouth will just shout to the world that they’re a lie. I’m here for a reason I shouldn’t be.
My breath catches when I see Dylan. Something inside me feels like it’s pulling me toward him. It wraps around me, tugging me further and further into the studio.
His eyes remain locked on me, just as they had been yesterday.
“You remember Larson?” Lawrence asks Dylan.
It’s a beat late when Dylan answers. “Yes. Uhm…” He looks around me, at my hands, shifting a little to glance behind me. “What would you like to do today?”
“There’s a book on the table out there,” I say, feeling my cheeks already heat. “The picture is really hot.”
Dylan looks at Lawrence, who’s already heading for the door. “On it,” Lawrence says.
“I don’t have a plan,” I admit. “My visit today was spontaneous.”
He smiles, and it makes everything inside me heat up. My god, he’s just… stunning.
“Take a look at the wall,” Dylan says as I hear Lawrence’s footsteps behind me. “See if anything catches your eye, and we can go from there.”
My blood feels hot when I turn toward the wall. Not because my eyes are immediately drawn to the rope hanging there, but because I know Lawrence is showing him the under balls picture that caught my eye.
Fuck me. I just realized that means I’m practically volunteering to get naked for this man.
“What do you think?” Dylan asks a minute later.
Considering I haven’t looked beyond the rope, I point at it. “Do you know how to tie? Like… bondage?”
His eyes are once again locked with mine, and I don’t look away. Everything around us fades, blurs, dulls. Dylan licks his lips and nods slowly. “Some,” he says. “Probably not official or anything. I’ve taught myself some for photos.”
“I’d like to try that,” I say.
“You want a super sexy shoot this time,” he notes.
“Apparently, I do.”
“Tying takes a bit of time. I don’t mind staying late,” Dylan says as he looks at Lawrence. “You can prepare for the long weekend and leave at your regular time. Kyanne can lock up when ready as well.”
Lawrence nods. “Thanks, boss. Then I’ll be around for the next forty minutes, so holler if you need something.”
Dylan smiles, and we watch Lawrence leave the studio. Our gazes come together again.
“Okay. How sexy are you asking for?” Dylan asks.
“Do you have a limit?”
“No. If you want full nudity, then that’s fine.”
I don’t miss the way his voice sounds a little higher-pitched when he says fine. I’m not sure what I’m after here. I don’t know what I’m doing. But right here in the open, I step out of my shoeswhile pulling my shirt over my head. Then I drop my shorts and shove my underwear down as well. When I step out from the pile of clothing at my feet, I’m in nothing but socks.
Dylan stares at me. His eyes don’t move, though they don’t look focused on any one area. There’s no hiding my dick being excited. Hard. Waving. Or maybe looking for a handshake, which must be called something different when you’re shaking a cock in greeting.
What is wrong with me?
