Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
But I am.
My core is pulsing, sending urgent sensations all through my body, telling me this is my chance.
It’s like I can sense how badly he wants to fuck me, to drive up deep and explode with everything he has, to flood my body with his seed, to give us no freaking choice but to start a family together.
That’s wrong. I don’t want to trick him.
Especially because I’d be trapping Lola, too, in a situation she had no say in. I’d become the mother of her brother or sister.
Could she ever be okay with that?
“Faye,” Felix snarls passionately.
“What?” I whimper. “Sorry.”
“I said, reach back and grab your ass. Pull your cheeks apart for me.”
My heart starts thundering. My skin is warm with sweat, layers of it sliding down me. My hands tremble, and my thoughts riot.
Has he done this before, with other people? Is this the norm for him?
But, at this moment, with him looking so obsessed with me, I can’t think about that. I can only pray it’s not true.
He only wants me.
Please let that be the case.
“Is that for the shoot too?” I ask.
“No,” he says darkly. “That’s for me. I want to see it.”
I flinch, realizing we’ve crossed a threshold.
We can’t pretend this is for any artistic reason anymore.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because you’ve got the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. And I can tell you’re getting excited. I bet you’re wet, maybe even soaked for me. I want to see it on your panties. Do it for me, Faye. Like a good model. Don’t make me ask you again.”
I moan softly, bite down, and kill the noise. But Felix didn’t miss it. He flinches as though I’m breaking down his restraints.
Careful. This can only go so far.
It shouldn’t go anywhere.
Lola.
But her name is drifting away, difficult to focus on under the weight of all these cravings. We’re starving for each other.
Or I am for him.
He wants me, though. That’s more than I ever could’ve dreamed.
“You want me?” I ask.
He steps forward, letting the camera drop and hang from the strap around his neck.
He pauses a few feet away, staring down at my ass.
“Yes,” he snarls. “Now reach back and spread those perfect fucking ass cheeks.”
His tone of voice drives me, the deep and stern want in it. I’ve always wondered what it would be like, to feel like to be the object of Felix’s interest.
A lying part of me whispers that this is okay.
We haven’t done anything.
Yet.
Reaching back, I do as he says, having to lean back a little so I don’t lose balance. But Felix doesn’t care. He makes a sound of pure lust, a snarling, moaning noise like he can’t help himself.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I was right. You are wet.”
My fingers try to release my flesh as a blush colors my cheeks, but I hold it there, force myself to stare at him, to savor this.
I’m making Felix Fallon look like that, as though he’s on the verge of completely letting go.
“Am I?” I murmur, though I know I am.
My sex is burning up, my lips are swollen, and my clit is tickling against my panties.
He takes a step forward, his bulging manhood a bare foot from my ass, staring down at me.
“You need to know something,” he growls. “I’m never going to share these photos with anybody. I swear, Faye. I’d kill any bastard who tried to look at these. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I say at once.
But I know it could be a mistake.
As far as I know, he could’ve done this before, with other women.
Maybe he shares the photos….
Except he wouldn’t. While he never noticed me when I was a dorky teenager, I paid attention to him. I paid attention to his charity work, the friendly way he deals with waiters and valets, and his general goodness.
It could be a front.
But surely Lola would’ve mentioned if her dad wasn’t the person he was pretending to be.
At least now, thinking about Lola is a mistake because it just makes my belly twist with fresh guilt.
“Good,” he snarls, taking a step back and raising his camera. “Because I need to see that perfect body naked.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Felix
She stands, her wavy hair messy from all the positioning.
When she stares up at me with her lips parted like that, I can’t help but think of slipping my cock into her mouth, softly cradling her head as I inch back and forth, letting her taste the precome soaking my engorged helm.
I know I’ve gone too far. I know I should’ve stopped minutes ago.
But I can’t.
My cock is so hard, my hunger for this future so bright.
It’s like my seed is roaring at me, telling me to impregnate her now while I have the chance.
To seal our future together.
“You want to take naked photos?” she murmurs.
“Yes,” I snarl.
“Why?” she asks.
Careful.
But it’s like I can’t be careful anymore, not when even thinking is difficult.