“You’ll be the first,” he promises. “Although you know you don’t have to pay, right?”
I glare at him. “You willnotstop me from supporting my boyfriend’s dreams.”
Trevor muffles a laugh against my hair. I try to hold on to my fake outrage, but his happiness makes that impossible.
So maybe it’s not a traditional dream, going into the business of pornography. But Trevor is going to make a lot of people very happy doing something he’s good at.
I can’t find any fault in that.
“Will you let me be there when you make your first new video?” I ask.
Trevor’s gaze takes on a heated edge. “You want to watch?”
“Always.”
I studiously ignore the bulge beneath my ass, easily identifiable even with Trevor soft.
He traces a path over the freckles on my cheeks and nose. “You’ll have a front-row seat, Red.”
“And then…after?” I can’t help but ask.
“Anything you want,” he tells me.
A loud throat clear has me nearly jumping off Trevor’s lap. Bev rolls by with a book return cart, giving us a warning look.
“We’re being quiet, Bev.”
She glances pointedly at the free chair next to Trevor’s, clearly of the opinion we shouldn’t be sharing. But she doesn’t say another word.
As soon as she’s past, I heave a sigh. “It’s not like we’re fucking on the goddamn chair.”
“That’d make a good porno,” Trevor mutters.
“Oh myGod,” I hiss. “You can’t put that mental image in my head, Trevor. How am I supposed to go about my day thinking of you naked and surrounded by books? I’ll get nothing done.”
“You like that?” he asks, his voice dropping low. “Me, spread along with your favorite books?”
I groan, despite every ounce of my willpower fighting it. “Fuuuck.”
He chuckles, shutting his laptop as his phone chimes atop the table.
“You’re going to leave me like this?” I croak.
“Well, I could give you a hand…” he says, emphasizing the last word, “but Bev might catch us. And I’m pretty sure we’d never be allowed back in the library again.”
“True,” I murmur, forcing myself off Trevor’s lap. “So, uh…about that video.”
There’s a smile on his face as he packs up his belongings. “I need to set a few things up first. Maybe later this week?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
“But…if you want to come over before then for dinner, I know my uncle would be happy.”
“Just your uncle?” I ask.
“Maybe me, too.”
“And now you’re playing coy,” I say, shaking my head. “I liked it better when you were threatening to chase me down and mount me.”
