“This looks obscene,” I say as I film Blake.
He’s wearing his motorcycle helmet, kneeling on my bed, while rolling his hips and torso.
A muffled laugh escapes his helmet. “I thought that’s what we’re going for?”
I can’t see his face through the tinted shield of his helmet, but I can tell he’s smiling. I am too.
“We’re absolutely going for obscene. I just had to say it.”
He keeps gyrating his body while I sit on the floor and film him above me.
“Okay, I think that’s good.” I stop recording and show Blake the clip. “This POV is perfect because it makes the viewer feel like you’re on top of them.”
He takes off the helmet and smiles when he sees the video. “That looks really dirty.”
I kiss him. “It’s perfect, then.”
I upload the video to his Instagram account, add a grainy filter, and some sexy, slow music.
“I’m sure that’s gonna be a hit with your followers.”
He pulls his T-shirt over his head. “What caption did you put?”
I show him the screen.
When her (kitty emoji) is too good and you gotta slow down
He quirks an eyebrow and grins. “Damn. That’s filthy. You’re such a naughty girl.”
He grips my chin in his big hand and kisses me. Blake’s sexy Instagram account is still gaining in popularity every month. He has more than half a million followers now. The brand deals and money have been pouring in too.
He insists we split all the profits fifty-fifty. Even though I’m in videos with him sometimes, he’s in every single post. He’s the face for the account, but he says I’m the creative brain behind it all, so I deserve the same amount of money.
He flicks his tongue against mine before leaning back, moaning. His blue eyes darken as he stares at me. My inner thigh muscles flutter. So does my heart. Every day, I’m blown away by how amazing my boyfriend is.
He grabs me by the waist and pulls me against him, kissing my neck. I gasp.
“We don’t have time for this. We’re gonna be late,” I rasp.
“I’ll be quick.”
A second later, his phone rings. When he sees it’s his mom FaceTiming him, he groans.
“You can’t ignore your mom’s phone call. That’s unforgivable.” I playfully push him away.
He answers it. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
“Blake! Your father and I just checked our bank account, and we saw a huge deposit from you. What is going on?”
Blake smiles. “That’s for you guys. To pay off your house.”
I see her face on the phone screen at the exact moment she registers what her son just told her. Her eyes widen as her mouth falls open.
“Blake, are you kidding me? What…how…I don’t understand…”
Blake’s smile turns warm. “That money is for you and Dad. I saved up enough so you could pay off your mortgage.”
She’s quiet for several seconds. “Blake, honey, is this from your social media account? The spicy one?”
