“I will fuck you in these boots tonight,” I growl.
“Promise?” she teases, reaching up to bite my bottom lip.
I have to close my eyes to gain self-control before falling back in my seat and hating the fact that we’re in a public parking lot and not somewhere I can take her in the backseat right now.
I hear her laugh as she opens the door. “Are you coming?”
“I was trying to!” I deadpan back to her.
Her giggle does nothing to help my libido right now.
When we enter the studio, I introduce her to everyone, and they instantly take her back to hair and makeup.
I follow them and whisper into her ear when she sits in the chair, “Enjoy being spoiled. You deserve it.”
She grins from ear to ear before talking to the hairstylist and makeup artist about how she wants to look.
I lean back in the doorway of the room, crossing my arms as I take in the woman I love. She’s beautiful without a drop of makeup, but I know this is the way the world works.
Sarah is absolutely radiant with one woman behind her curling her hair and the other standing in front of her, doing her makeup. I can see the glow she’s radiating across the room.
Seeing her happy is the best feeling on earth.
When the artist starts to apply her lipstick, I have to leave the room. Seeing her pouty lips slightly sticking out makes my cock jump at the thought of them wrapped around me, and I just got the thing to finally go down.
The photographer is going over some ideas as Sarah enters the room. I glance in her direction, and my heart stops.
She looks fucking to die for.
I’d love to strip her of her clothes and fuck her right here, but I know I can’t, so I drop to my knees at her side and playfully bite her shorts.
She laughs and tries to push me away as the photographer jumps to get his camera.
“Hold that pose!”
I gladly hold the pose and take full advantage by running my fingers up and down her leg.
Her laughter only makes me want to continue.
The photographer takes his shots. “Perfect! Love it. Okay, now, let’s get some head shots and some together.”
I rise to my feet and kiss her again, whispering, “Definitely fucking you in these boots for the next month. Get ready.”
She eyes me, but I know she’s dying like I am right now.
35
Adam
“I hope you’re sitting down,” I announce as I enter the kitchen where Sarah and Cailin are fixing dinner.
Sarah is standing at the kitchen stove when she turns my way. “Uh-oh. Should I sit?”
I run up and grab her in my arms, swinging her around. “Guess who iHeartRadio wants to perform at their Thanksgiving concert to raise money for the Feed the Hunger benefit that’s televised worldwide?”
Her eyes narrow. “They want Devil’s Breed for that show?”
I laugh out loud. She’s right to question that; it’s not really our crowd. “No, silly.” I set her down and tap my finger to her nose. “They want us. Me and you.”
