Page 48 of Illicit Illustration

“Don’t even say it. You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he warned, placing his hand on my thigh. He wasn’t even touching my bare skin, but my pulse hammered as I tried to keep focusing on what he was saying without spacing out. “Nor do I want you to let me off the hook. In fact, I want you to sink all your hooks into me.”

“Even if I have no idea what I’m doing half the time we’re setting up these photoshoots?”

“Especially when you don’t know what you’re doing. You could have told me earlier, and I would have approached things with a little more finesse. No wonder you were so jittery the first time. You’ve never done that either, right?”

His smile widened, and I was glad that laid back Reid had returned. I was worried telling him all this would change how he acted around me. It had whenever I’d confessed my inexperience to past boyfriends. Most of them had run in the opposite direction and promptly lost my phone number.

“You couldn’t tell?”

“Well, there was the whole attempting to suffocate me and the bruise that’s just now fading, but I was chalking those up to nerves and you being a klutz, not inexperience.”

“I’m not that much of a klutz.”

He cocked a brow and nodded at my leg, his drawing mostly covered by my leggings, but the tip of the vine peeking out was easily visible, trailing toward my ankle.

“What was I supposed to do? You told me you were the one who left the crate there in the middle of the floor. It’s not like I tripped on purpose. It wasn’t supposed to be there.”

My previous friendship with Reid had become strained and almost nonexistent after I’d walked in on him having sex against the storeroom wall at the bar with some random hookup a few years ago.

At first, I hadn’t realized what was going on, but when she started moaning and I noticed his pants around his ankles, I’d caught on pretty quickly.

Only I’d tripped over a case of whiskey bottles while trying to get out without being noticed and ended up with a piece of glass bottle sticking out of my leg.

“I was just trying to escape before you realized I was there!” I exclaimed, narrowing my eyes at him when he started to laugh at me.

“Yeah, and apparently you got an eyeful instead.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. Maybe just a smidge of an eyeful. Not a full one. It was dark, and you’d already finished, so I’m sure that affects the size. Then there was the condom, so I really didn’t see much…”

“Not much, huh? Is that what you think I’m packing? No wonder you haven’t fallen for my charms. Maybe I shouldn’t have hidden it underneath that sheet in the last photos so you could at least have an accurate depiction. I thought about asking you to video chat while we took the pictures, but someone never called me last night.”

My eyes widened at the blatant flirting he’d been holding in coming back in full force. “What happened to you not wanting to make me uncomfortable?”

“Does the thought of me showing you my dick make you uncomfortable, kitten?” he asked, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “Because it makes things uncomfortable for me too, but only because thinking about your reaction is getting me hard.”

“Right now?” I squeaked, looking down at his shorts.

“Does that bother you?” His voice was quiet, but I heard him despite the pounding in my ears from my racing pulse. “Because if it does, I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop, Haz?”

“No,” I breathed, my movements shaky as I shook my head.

“Do you like the idea of me getting hard because of you?”

A jerky nod was my only response, but Reid somehow knew I was giving him the go ahead to lead as he continued talking to me.

“Because every time I’ve been near you this week, this is how hard I’ve been.” He picked up my hand, softly stroking my fingers before he placed it on the part of his anatomy we’d been talkingabout. My fingers twitched, and he groaned softly, leaning close to whisper in my ear. “Why don’t we get the camera set up before I get too carried away?”

“This isn’t getting carried away?” I asked, wrapping my hand around him. He hissed and my adrenaline soared at the thought of how much I’d affected him.

“Not yet.” Gently pulling my hand free, he placed it in my lap, standing up from the couch like he hadn’t just put my hand on his dick and let me feel how hard he was.

Reid tidied up the pizza, throwing away our trash before he calmly walked to where he’d dropped his camera bag. I watched as he set it up, carefully lining up the shot before he came back over to the couch and grabbed a pillow, holding out his other hand to me. “You ready?”

“No. Not really,” I laughed nervously, but I took his hand and followed him to the wall in the small hallway leading to my bedroom, where he’d set everything up.

He tossed the pillow to the floor before he turned me to face him, bending his knees so he could look me in the eyes. “I’m not expecting anything from you, but I’m also not going to stop it if you decide you want to touch me. What happens next is entirely up to you. We can take the pictures, and I’ll pack up and go home, but—”

“And if I want to do more?”

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