There are hundreds of photos of Larson online in his gear, so my imagination is all about him in the equipment I purchased. And maybe me, as the lover, playing with the equipment. I can totally see him—this giant of a beast in his gear—on his stomach at my feet, looking up at me as I wear nothing but his jersey with my hard-on obscuring his view of my face.
Yep, it’s sexy. Wonder if I can commission him for this purpose?
Wonder what it’ll take to make him mine?
Not that I’m seriously thinking about making him mine. He’s in a relationship. I would never lower myself to get in the middle of someone else’s love life. I’m not that desperate. Not that lonely. I can have any guy I want—there are thousands to choose from on any given day.
“Your sandwich, Dylan,” Lawrence says as he sets a plate down on my desk.
“Rye, not seeded?” I ask.
“Yes. They won’t make that mistake again,” Lawrence assures me.
“Aioli, not mayo?”
“Yes.”
“The roast beef isn’t still bleeding?”
“It’s pink, but dry.”
“Fresh tomato? I hate when it’s been sitting there. It gets watery.”
“They cut into a new one, and the lettuce was just brought in from the garden.”
“What kind of cheese today?”
“They said the Havarti-dill was really good, so I had them add it. I questioned the combination with roast beef, but they assured me with the aioli that you’d like it.”
“Thank you.”
Lawrence smiles. “I’m going to get the studio prepped for the next client.”
I nod. He needs a raise. He’s on his shit, and I never have to pretend to hide rolling my eyes.
Once alone, I turn my attention back to my screens. I appreciate that Lawrence is polite enough to ignore the fact that I’m drooling over this man. It’s not only unprofessional, but I think I’m breaking some laws by staring at his photos.
Arguably, it’s my job to analyze each so I can determine what needs to be edited before they’re ready for the client. Looking at these photos, I remember that he’s staring at me in each of them. His eyes are trained on me and me alone. He doesn’t look away.
I can still feel the intensity of his eyes on me as I stare at them. The way his gaze made me all tingly. How I ached to touch him.
That same feeling lingers in my gut right now.
I sigh, resting my chin on my palm as I look at this man on his knees, legs wide, and looking up at me as I take his photo.He’s in shorts, and his cock is so fucking obviously lying along his thigh that I’m fucking drooling right now.
What did I do to piss off karma and make her put this perfect man in front of me, but make him off-limits? Am I actually that high maintenance?
I’d be so good to him, I promise karma.He’ll never want for anything again. I swear.
I bet he’d look so pretty on his hands and knees. I bet he’s so fucking loud when he takes it. I imagine that he’s such a sexy bottom.
“I bet you have such a pretty, needy hole, don’t you?” I whisper to the screen.
“Dylan?”
I jump and spin around. “Yeah?”
“Your next client is here.” Lawrence frowns. “You didn’t eat. Is there something wrong with it? I can take it back and get?—”
