Page 71 of My Irresistible Enemy

Even more surprising was that when I followed Nolan’s insanely strict, stern, absolutely-no-fun-or-shenanigans-allowed instructions, I actually turned out a semi-decent batch of croissants. Even Mal said so, when I brought the remnants of them into the inn at the end of the day. He was sitting at the front desk in the foyer, going through some paperwork, when I brought him a sample.

“Really?” I asked as he tore off another piece and chewed it thoughtfully. “It’s good?”

“It’s passable,” Nolan said.

Mal smiled at me. “Trust me. For a complete beginner, it’s very good.”

“I’ll take it.” I turned to Nolan and smiled. “I only wish there were a way I could pay you back for your hands-on instruction.”

“Oh my God.” Nolan rolled his eyes. “You can give it a rest. There are no cameras in here.”

“Yeah, but why would I stop when it’s so fun to annoy you?”

“He raises a fair point,” Mal said, popping another bit of croissant into his mouth.

“Then he can thankyou,” Nolan said. “You’re the one who taught me how to do all of this stuff.”

“Oh,really?” I set the sweater I was carrying down on the desk—I’d gotten a little hot and bothered in the baking tent, and not in the fun way—and grinned shamelessly at Mal. “I’d be happy to show you, or that gorgeous husband of yours, just how grateful I am.”

Mal flushed, and Nolan flicked my ear. “Don’t tease him. Mal and Deacon have been nice enough to put you up in the Wisteria all these weeks, and this is how you repay them?”

“I’m not teasing him,” I protested, clamping a hand to my ear. “I’m perfectly serious. I’m saying I’d be morethan happy torepaythem, however they’d like.”

I tried to flick Nolan back, but he grabbed my hand, and then my other one, and held them tight, crossed in front of my body like a straightjacket. It didn’t hurt, but it did put me in a bit of a compromised position. One that woke my dick up.

“You,” Nolan breathed into my ear, “are a menace.”

Mal shook his head. “I need to go talk to Deacon about our water bill, so I’ll leave you two alone to continue…whatever this is.”

“It’s nothing!” Nolan called as Mal walked out of the room. He let go of my hands and followed his friend. “It’s really nothing, I was just—”

His voice cut off as he disappeared down the hall. I frowned and straightened my shirt. There was no reason to feel insulted. Nolan had made it perfectly clear from the beginning that this wasn’t anything real, and that was more than fine with me.

Still, did he have to be quite so insistent on trumpeting that fact to everyone he knew?

Well, I wasn’t going to still be standing here, looking pathetic, if and when he came back. I didn’t need Nolan’s attention. I had things of my own to attend to. I owed my subscribers another video, for one thing, and since Nolan had so helpfully perked my dick up, I might as well make use of that.

Up in my room, I slid out of my clothes, propped my phone up on the dresser, and climbed onto the bed with a bottle of lube. I got on all fours, my ass facing the camera, looked over my shoulder—and frowned.

Did I like this angle?

It was a good view of my ass, but you could barely see my face, and my neck looked all weird and wrinkly when I turned my head around like that.

With a sigh, I grabbed my phone and slid up to the headboard, leaning back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. If I bent my knees and shifted my hips, you could see my cock and my hole—except now I had a double chin.

I’d shot from these angles multiple times before, but tonight, I hated both of them.

At home, I had tripods and all sorts of tools for recording, but I hadn’t brought any of that with me. What I really needed was a second person to hold the camera. Or, failing that, a second opinion.

I snapped a quick picture of myself from my back, then took another on all fours, and sent them to Henry.

AIDEN: Hey, which one of these is hotter?

Thankfully, he texted back immediately.

HENRY: Jesus, warn a guy before you send him nudes

AIDEN: Oh come on, you like it

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