Nova picks an outfit and holds it in front of her. “What do you think?”
Keeping my gaze on her face, I say, “Anything you wear will be beautiful.”
“You always say that.” She shakes her head with a small laugh.
I wasn’t trying to be funny this time, but she won’t find me complaining about making her laugh. It’s like an injection of the best drug straight into my veins. What’s one more hit of my sister?
She gestures for me to leave the closet. “I’ll change, and we can start.”
I straighten and drop my arms to my sides. “Take your time. I’ll wait however long for you.”
Before she can respond to the double entendre, I leave the closet and close the door behind me to give her privacy. It’s laughable, since I watch her through the cameras all the time. I’ve seen her naked more times than I can count. But she doesn’t know that, and I don’t want to give the secret away.
I sit on the gaming chair and swivel from side to side. The pictures I plan on taking will involve kissing, but I’ll slowly work her up to it. I want her to be comfortable with me. Even needy. Which means I can’t blow it by rushing her. She looked nervous last night after I mentioned kissing, and I have a feeling?—
The closet door opens, and Nova steps out.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
She tucks a lock of pink hair behind her ear, then smooths a hand over the matching crop top and booty shorts that show off her tanned thighs. “You think he’ll like it?”
“Like it?”
I’m half-tempted to tell her to change into something else, just out of pure jealousy that she’s dressed like this for another man. I won’t, because I made a deal with her, and I can’t blow this. Her happiness means more to me than my comfort and feelings.
But I shake my head.
“No, he won’t like it.” I pause and immediately regret it when her features slacken and disappointment fills her eyes. “He’s going to fucking love it.”
I don’t know this man, but I want to kill him. If he doesn’t take the hook, I’ll find him myself and beat his face in with a brick. And if he does take the hook, I’m still killing the motherfucker.
My chest tightens and fills with an overwhelming sensation of pure love as Nova graces me with a smile. The sad look in her eyes is gone, like it was never there.
I clear my throat and pat my thigh. “Come here.”
“Should I play a game while we take pictures, or just pretend?” Nova skips to me and drops onto my lap.
I bite my tongue to keep from groaning as her ass settles over my groin.
“Aiden?” Nova peeks at me over her shoulder.
I loop my arm around her stomach and tuck her against my chest. “You can do whatever you want, pretty girl. If you feel better pretending to play a game, then you can do it. I’ll take the pictures.”
She hums in response and averts her gaze as she decides. I watch her, incapable of looking away as she makes the cutest face while deep in thought. I rub gentle circles on her pudgy stomach and squeeze the pooch.
After a moment, she nods and turns toward the computer. “I can pretend. Otherwise, I’d get distracted. If Brandon hopped on live, I’d probably freeze up and we’d have to find another day to do these pictures.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as she wiggles her hips to get more comfortable. Her ass blessedly grinds against my hardening dick, creating just enough friction to make me forget that I can’t shove her forward and take her from behind.
Before Nova can notice, I surprise myself by recovering like nothing happened. “Then get everything set up as if you’re playing a game. We’ll want the screen’s light in the pictures to make it more realistic.”
While Nova shakes the mouse to wake up the computer, I widen my legs to get more comfortable and make more room in my pants. I fish my cell phone out of my pocket and pull up the camera app. All while eyeing the back of her head and holding my breath, waiting for her to acknowledge the erection she’s sitting on. There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, especially when she keeps shifting her hips and grinding her ass against me.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Nova relaxes into me and peeks at me from beneath her lashes, eager for my next instructions. I don’t know if she realizes how often she looks at me like she’s waiting with bated breath for my praise.
Like the sap I am, I run my knuckles down her cheek and murmur, “You’re so good at listening to me.”
She shudders, her eyelashes fluttering for a moment before she steels herself and looks away.
