Chapter Sixty-Three
‘Come on then, let’s see them.’
Morning is in full swing; birds chirping, the sun high in the sky, but we’re still in bed, and that’s fine by me. I’m curled in Kai’s arms, my head resting on his chest.
‘Where is it?’
‘What? My phone?’
‘No, your dick, you arse,’ I say, deadpan.
‘So demanding, kitten. But which is it to be? Both are available for your tender hands, anytime.’ His tone is amused, though there’s an undercurrent of something else as he sides his hand lower, taking the aforementioned heavy appendage in his grasp.That’d be his dick in his hand, not his phone, by the way.
I pull my lips together, my mouth watering slightly. There’s just something so sexy seeing him hold his own cock. Holding. Stroking. Running his thumb over the tip.
‘You enjoyed watching,’ he purrs, watching me.
Swallowing my consternation at being called out, I mumble some semblance of a rebuttal. ‘Any more than two rubs constitutes a wank, you know.’
‘Are you complaining?’
‘Are you deflecting?’ My voice sounds strangled.
‘Feel free to take over anytime.’
‘Come on.’ I swallow thickly. ‘Give it to me.The phone,’ I reiterate as the light in his eyes rises in degrees as his hand continues to stoke almost languidly. I keep my gaze on his with great difficulty; awareness of his actions sparking a response between my legs.
‘It’s a private collection. I’m not sure you’d approve.’
‘As the subject of those images, you’d have to give me some kind of release—’
‘Correct me if I’m wrong,’ he interjects smoothly. ‘But I’m almost certain you’vehadyour release. I’m pretty sure I heard you screaming it, experienced the pleasure of it milking my—Ouch!That’s highly sensitive material, kitten. Take care.’
‘To sign—a release to sign! Hand it over, I just want a peek, for god sakes!’
‘That’s what they all say.’
‘I’m beginning to think you’re hiding something.’ I fold my arms and pull that face. You know the one,you’re up to something and I know.
Reaching out, he briefly twists a lock of my hair between his fingers.
‘That sounds like a distinct lack of trust.’
‘That isn’t it,’ I answer quietly, my gaze falling away. Not for long, as his finger tilts my chin.
‘Then tell me why?’
‘Because, well. Can’t I just want tolook... at them?’
He seems to regard me with a mixture of amusement and doubt for a moment before he pulls his phone from the nightstand. Still holding it out of my reach, he adds, ‘No deleting any, okay? At least not without discussion first.’
I nod in acquiescence and grab it quickly before he changes his mind, flipping straight to the photo app. Last time I looked, the images were mostly of me. And PG rated. This time, not so much.Fuck me!Well, there are a few close to mebeingfucked, but as an active participant in those moments, I shouldn’t be surprised.
‘Kate?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Have you done this sort of thing before?’
