Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Sparks.
Yeah, we had sparks when we were two guys talking around kinks and flirting, but would there be sparks later? Loving the way his hands had felt on me as we’d danced didn’t mean anything in the long run, though, right?
“Of course.” My response was terrible, and unsurprisingly he saw right through me.
Raising one eyebrow, he gave me a firm look that had my dick trying to do jumping jacks. “We’re going to recreate the last puppy shoot. I’m going to take my time getting you ready and making sure you’re picture perfect for the first time I get to play with your puppy side.”
I swallowed, nodding because I wasn’t sure what to say.
The last shoot?
I’d seen the last shoot online.
“You’re going to show me what a good pup you are and all your tricks.” His fingers started trailing along my forearm, sending shivers through me as he watched me like he could already see my pup. “And if you’re a very good pup, then you might get a reward.”
Reward?
Like the last shoot?
It’d started off sweet and playful with the pups chasing balls and playing together, but it’d quickly turned playful in a completely different way…and then there’d been the rewards.
The rewards hadn’t been on camera, but Ian had giggled when he’d retold the story from Kenton’s point of view. The handlers and pups that were in serious relationships had gotten a bit too excited at the end of the shoot, and one of the pups had gone off like a rocket, which set off a chain reaction through several of them.
Ian kept laughing as he described how dramatic and frustrated Kenton had been as he’d recounted the epic shoot. Kenton hadn’t been upset by the playful nature of everything. He’d just been frustrated because he’d wanted his maybe-boyfriend to have been there instead of his buddy, who had stepped in as a stand-in handler at the shoot.
Of course, I’d been on Kenton’s side…that would’ve been unsatisfying to watch.
But with Cohen…and with privacy?
Licking my lips, I looked down at our hands and tried to decide if what I wanted was logical or not. I never really came to a decision on that, but after a moment, I looked up at Cohen and nodded. “I’m a very good pup. I like rewards.”
And I liked Doms who were smart, sexy, and loved rewarding good pups, because I was going to be the best he’d ever dated.
Wait.
Were we dating?
Chapter 5
Ian
“Okay, I don’t know if I have a problem or not, but you’re going to help me fix it.” Emerson collapsed down on my floor in a heap of wide-eyed drama and did his best to look wonderfully innocent.
That just meant he was up to something dirty.
Emerson was a wicked sub…and he liked to pretend otherwise.
It was some kind of game I didn’t really understand, but Eli and some of the other guys played along, teasing him and driving him crazy at photo shoots. I wasn’t sure what he’d done, but he’d definitely done something naughty and was now looking to justify it.
Even Lane knew it because he sat up, curious and slightly tipsy already.
Sleepovers were fun.
And sleepovers after a surprise engagement party where we were going to get drunk were even better.
Lane said we might even get my Play-Doh out once we sobered up, but I wasn’t sure he’d actually follow through with that.
“What did you do?” Lane leaned forward, looking like he was trying not to giggle. “You were hiding at the party.”
“Something dirty.” My response made it impossible to keep a blank face, and Lane laughed so hard he tipped back over on the floor.
Emerson pouted, but it wasn’t believable at all. “I don’t know why—”
He had to stop the lie when Lane and I both snickered and shook our heads. “Fine.”
Now we were getting somewhere, so I pushed the box of pizza toward him and took a sip of the slushy thing Lane had made when we’d first arrived. We probably didn’t need it, but it was a sleepover and that needed pizza.
As Emerson picked up a slice, he sighed and stared down at it like it held the secrets of the universe. “I don’t know what I should do. Yesterday there was a meeting. Preston and Roman hooked me up with an outside modeling gig for corsets…but there’s a catch.”
He looked down at his lap and sighed again. “A medium-sized one.”
Oh.
It was something fun.
Lane got that too because he started laughing so hard again, he had to put down his slushy. “Roman…and Preston…probably Eli…”
He wasn’t making any sense at all, but Emerson didn’t need sense…he needed to confess his dirty sins.
“They wouldn’t have pimped you out, so what does the job actually entail?” Corsets? Probably showing off how sexy Emerson would look in them…maybe something femme instead of a really masculine-looking corset?