Page 20 of That's a Wrap

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ELLE

Iwake up before Peter, which is odd since he’s usually the one wide awake and sending me texts before the sun rises. But as I blink my eyes open to the image of his relaxed face, I wonder if maybe he just sleeps better when there’s another person in his bed. I scowl at the schoolgirl part of myself who’s giddy thatIget to be that person in his bed. Well, at least for last night.

Who knows if it’ll even happen again?

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I look back at the man who spent hours the night before reshaping my world. He looks more peaceful than I’ve ever seen him, eyes closed, not an ounce of tension in his body, with his broad, muscular chest moving up and down in slow, serene breaths.

I turn onto my side to watch him sleep until bright sunlight floods through the window and gleams down on his handsome face. At first, I think he’s going to wake up, but his eyebrows merely twitch together for a quick moment before he rolls toward me and throws an arm over my hip.

The movement exposes more of his naked body, allowing me to admire his smooth, golden skin stretching over the hardmuscles of his abs. His physique is even more mouth-watering when he’s naked and I can’t help but look my fill. His arms are thick and corded, and his abdomen is well-defined to the point where I wonder when he has the time to work out so much. Probably at the ass crack of dawn, which is why he’s usually sending me some kind ofgood morningtext before my alarm has gone off.

He shifts his right leg, and the bedsheet slides off a bit more, exposing him down to his hip with ethereal rays of light cascading over him. His hard cock peeks out from beneath his thigh and my mouth waters at the tantalizing image. He lounges like a marble statue of a Greek god and a sudden need to capture this moment washes over me.

I carefully slip out of the bed, ignoring my own state of undress, and fumble around for my jeans. I retrieve my phone from the back pocket, wishing I had one of my actual cameras, but this will just have to do, knowing Peter could wake up at any moment. After quietly adjusting the curtains to optimize the lighting, I stand at the foot of the bed and take a few pictures. It’s a stunning image, but I want another angle. So I tiptoe to the head of the bed and take a downward shot of his masculine body. Pleased with this view, I snap a few more, slightly adjusting my phone camera with each photo.

“What’re you doing?” he grumbles in a sexy, groggy voice. But before I can answer, he drags me into bed and rolls himself on top of me.

I squeak and the phone slips from my hand as I giggle. “Nothing!” I lie, attempting but failing to blindly search for my phone.

He grasps both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them over my head onto the pillow. Then, he finds my phone and looks at the screen. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone has been busy this morning.” He smirks and scrolls through the photos with histhumb as I wiggle uselessly in his hold. “Wow, Ella Kate. I had no idea you were such a little pervert.”

“I am not! I was just trying to… I wanted to…” I squirm beneath him, trying to buy myself some time.

“You wanted towhat, baby?” He scrutinizes the images while I search his face, wondering what he’s thinking.

“You just looked… So I wanted to…”

He must know how gorgeous he is, and he doesn’t need some silly girl like me reminding him.

He leans forward to whisper in my ear, “I like that you find my body attractive.” He kisses the tender spot behind my ear and I quiver. “When you look at me like that, it makes my cock hard… for you.” To prove it to me, he rolls his hips and nudges his dick against my pussy. “But your dirty little pictures seem to be missing the most important thing, don’t you think?” He continues grinding himself against me and I gasp.

“What?” I ask as my breaths begin to quicken.

“You, pretty girl. If you’re gonna take pictures of me naked, then it’s only right that you’re naked with me.” He nips at my neck, still pinning me in place.

“You’re ridiculous, Peter.” I relax and wrap my legs around his waist to cradle him between my thighs.

“And you’re beautiful, Ella Kate,” he states, looking deeply into my eyes.

It’s at this moment—the both of us lying naked and completely vulnerable as he stares at me intensely—that I feel confident and sexy and desired. These are foreign emotions for me, but I like them. I like how he makes me feel, something no one else has been able to do, not even myself.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asks, staring down at my body.

“Make me feel seen, like I’m special.”

Peter peppers kisses along my collarbone. “Youarespecial. And sexy and funny and kind. You’re also a smart-ass, and I like that you’re not afraid to give me shit.”

I laugh at the last part. “I’m not a smart-ass.” He shoots me a blank stare. “What? I’m not,” I joke.

“Okay, and I’m not the sexiest guy you’ve ever met.” He smirks.

“You’re not,” I lie, pinching my lips together to keep from smiling. We both know how hot he is, but I refuse to admit it right now.

“Ella Kate, I am what dirty little girls like you dream of. Wickedly charming and roguishly handsome with a huge dick.” He grins with feigned arrogance, and I can’t help but laugh.

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