Page 221 of Unexpected Hero

Before I explain, he claims my mouth and lets his hands run down my back before pulsing around the globes of my ass.

I pull back, putting a hand on his chest. “I want to record us. I’m ready.”

His eyes sweep over my face, studying me closely. “You sure?”

My head jerks in a sharp nod. “Absolutely sure.”

Although we’ve talked about it many times in the months since he first suggested making a sex tape, the time never felt right. I was still scared.

I’m not scared anymore.

“Where’s your phone? Let’sdo it on yours. That way you’ll know I won’t have a copy.”

I run the back of my knuckles over his freshly shaved cheek. “I trust you. But using my phone is fine.” I tip my chin toward the couch where my bag sits. “It’s in my purse.”

He springs into action, letting go of me to retrieve it. While he does that, I sashay toward his room. By the time I get in there, he’s hot on my heels.

I sit on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs at the knee and waiting patiently for him to decide where to set the phone and how to prop it up. A budding laugh hangs out in my belly, waiting to be set free. He’s normally so composed during our sexy times. But he’s bumbling around. And his erection is so prominent, straining the crotch of his pants. It amuses me to no end to see him off his game.

And I did that to him with what I put on my body.

Once he decides the best place to prop up the phone on his dresser, he taps at the screen. He freezes, and his eyes fall to mine. “It’s locked.”

“Point it at my face, silly.”

He spins the phone around and holds it in front of my face to unlock it. Out of reflex, I smile at the screen as if it’s taking my picture. His sudden laugh surprises me.

“Don’t you smile at the face ID on your phone?” I ask, giggling with him.

“I don’t use that shit. It’s not safe.”

“Why not?”

“For starters, I just unlocked your phone without touching you. Now, imagine I abducted you. I could keep texting with your friends and family so they’d think you were fine and would never know you were taken.”

“Damn, babe. That’s dark.” I uncross my legs and lean back on the bed, resting on my hands. Intentionally, I leave my legs parted a touch. “Are you going to start recording or lecture me like you’re the safety patrol?”

“I’m the safety police, and not the safety patrol. Now, up against the wall.”

Gush. A shudder runs down my spine, and my clit pulses.

“Hit record and say that again.”

An almost sadistic grin captures his face, and he taps the screen a few times, then sets the phone on the dresser.

Then he growls out the command again, molten lava flowing through his tone. “Up against the wall, sugar.”

Chapter 42

Netflix and chill

TOMER

“Do we need popcorn for this? Tequila shots? Or better yet... tequila-soaked popcorn?”

“No, we don’t need a thing. That sounds terrible, and you’ll puke. I’ve got everything set up and ready to go. Just get your sweet ass over here.”

Lettie creeps closer to my couch, dragging her feet and looking utterly adorable.“Speak for yourself. I might need a whole bottle of tequila to watch this.”

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