Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
That nervous feeling rears its head in me again as I start undoing my shirt buttons for real this time, one by one.
I fumble with one of them.
I try to get it through the button hole four, then five times, and Chase just watches with that smolder in his eyes. Something in my mind goes cross-wired and my cock perks up the next time I look up at him.
Two competing thoughts are surging through my mind.
Quit looking at me like you’re a fucking lion surveying its prey…
But also I want you to keep your eyes on me like this forever.
“Sorry,” I murmur as I struggle to finally push the button through its opening.
Chase steps forward.
He puts his hands on top of mine, right as I’m trying to undo the final button, and he grips my fingers, stopping me.
“Having second thoughts?” he asks in a low voice that also goes straight to my cock.
“Not sure I’m capable of having any coherent thoughts at all, right now.”
A glint of light reflects from the silver chain of one of his necklaces as he moves a hand up to my hair, smoothing it with his palm.
“This is your decision, Logan. Fully. You’re aware of that, right—”
“I want to do it,” I interject forcefully, looking up to meet his eyes again. I watch his lashes flick low and then up to my eyes again as he nods. “I’ve thought through it about a hundred times, and I’m not afraid of showing the world my body. Not even a little bit.”
“And you’re still so freaked out you could power the electricity of this whole city block right now?”
“Yep. And I still want to do it,” I tell him as my fingers return to the buttons and I finally pry the damn shirt off.
I shove off everything below the belt just as quickly, refusing to stop for anything now.
The breeze coming through the windows hits my skin all over and it cools me down as I stand there naked in front of Chase.
I drop down onto the floor beside the wall like he was asking me to do a few minutes ago, lying back and propping my head up with my arm.
But the moment he steps over toward me, my cock twitches again.
The sight of Chase, fully clothed, standing tall above me is too much to ignore. I feel like he’s surveying my body like it’s one of his own art pieces, and his gaze travels along every inch of my skin like a hot light.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I tell him.
He lifts an eyebrow. “I’m working.”
“If you look at me like that, I’m going to be hard the whole time. I want to do a tasteful, artistic nude shoot, not one where my cock is a tentpole the whole time.”
“I know you’re no stranger to self-control,” Chase says. It doesn’t help the situation.
I puff out a breath of air. “I don’t know if I have access to that kind of control when I’m in a room with you.”
Chase doesn’t miss a beat. He nods, his gaze burning into me.
“Then take care of it. Go.”
I furrow my brow at him. “What?”
“Get yourself off. Then your cock will behave for the photoshoot.”
I pause for a moment, letting his words hang in the air.
My eyes flutter shut as I take a breath.
I hear a light thud as Chase sets down his camera. He wastes no time. A moment later, there’s a heavy weight along my thighs, and when I open my eyes I see him straddling me.
“Let me have some of this,” he says softly.
He drags his middle finger across the tip of my cock, slicking it with my precum.
I feel an insistent push at the cleft of my ass a moment later, and my cock jumps.
“What…”
“Open,” he commands.
His other hand reaches low to shove my legs open a little wider, making space so that he can slide his finger over my hole.
“For fuck’s sake, Chase,” I utter. “Is this how you start photoshoots?”
“Only for you.”
I groan as he pushes his finger past my hole, and I catch my breath for a moment, looking up at him with wide eyes. He never went that far last year. He teased at me, but his finger is fully inside me now, pushing slowly deeper as I tighten around him.
He pushes his free hand onto the center of my chest now, steadying me, a persistent force above me pinning me in place.
“Tell me the truth about something,” he says as he dips lower.
His necklaces hang over me as he leans, and something in my body snaps into the memory of last year at the sight of it.
“I always tell you the truth.”
He leans down lower.
For a moment I’m certain he’s about to kiss me, but he tilts to one edge of my head at the last moment, brushing his lips over my hair.