I turn to him. “What’s wrong?”
His face splits into a wide grin. “That picture of me in the scary mask? It’s gotten the most comments and likes of any photo or video I’ve posted. Ever.”
I gasp. “Let me see!”
He shows me his phone screen. When I see a million likes, my jaw drops.
“Blake! I told you your fans would love it!” I jump up to hug him. He wraps his massive, muscled arms around me.
“You were right,” he says when he sets me down.
I’m smiling so hard, my cheeks ache. I think back to the other day when he made my filthy fantasy come true. How bossy he was. All the dirty things he said. How many times he made me come. I’ve never come that hard, that many times in a row in my life. It was the single hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had.
And I felt safe and protected the whole time. Even though he was bossy and said the dirtiest things to me, I never once feltscared or nervous. I was so comfortable. Because I knew I was his priority. I knew he’d never, ever push past my boundaries.
Tingles spread through my chest and tummy. I can’t believe my cinnamon roll best friend ended up being my sexual fantasy come true.
Blake taps his phone screen. “Oh, damn.”
“What?”
“Some organic condom company DMed me. They offered me a brand deal because of my latest post.”
I’m smiling so hard, my cheeks ache. “Oh my god! That’s incredible.”
He shows me the DM, and my eyes almost pop out of my head when I see how much money they’re offering him just to post a photo of himself holding a box of their condoms.
I grab his arm and shake him because I’m so excited. “Blake! You’re gonna be able to pay off your parents’ house in no time if you keep getting brand deals like that.”
He looks at me. “I think I might”
“You should keep posting more content like that.” An idea pops into my head. “You should make a video.”
“What kind of video?”
Excitement bubbles up inside of me as the idea takes form. “You wear that mask. And some pants. Maybe, like, sweatpants. Nothing else. You chase me or grab my throat or haul me over your shoulder. We’ll do it in dim lighting. We film it, put some sexy, scary music over it, and post it on your account. People will lose their minds.”
He blinks at me, still confused. “Wait, you want to be in a video with me?”
“Yes!” I say excitedly, shaking his arm again. I can’t help it. I’m so pumped for this. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner. This is huge on social media. People love it because it reminds them of dark romance books.”
“Really?” He’s so surprised and clueless. It’s adorable.
“Yeah. A big, sexy, ripped guy in a mask chasing them and hauling them off to do unspeakable things to them in bed. If you start making videos like that, you’re going to get so many more viewers. And that means more followers, more exposure, more brand deals.”
He nods slowly, like he’s processing everything I’ve said.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll try it,” he says. ‘But you’re gonna have to guide me through it. I don’t read romance books, so I’m pretty clueless.”
“Don’t worry. That’s all I read when I’m not reading textbooks for school. I’ve got you covered.”
We keep walking back toward the house.
“I’ll do it on one condition,” Blake says.
“What’s that?”
“That I split any money I make with you.”
