Page 38 of Pucked On Camera

I roll over to face him, curious, despite the lingering glow of our intimacy. His blue eyes are alight with something daring.

"Spit it out, Watson," I say, my voice still breathy.

"Imagine," he says, shifting closer so our noses almost touch, "an OnlyFans channel where it's all about the risk. Where every encounter is a near miss. Like this." His thumb brushes my lower lip. "It's real, it's raw, and let's be honest—people would eat it up."

My heart skips. The thought is terrifying as much as it's exhilarating. To channel that freedom again, the one I thought I'd lost along with my old life. But this time, it's different. This time, it's Riley by my side, blurring the lines between my two worlds.

"Riley, that's... insane. And insanely hot," I admit, a smile tugging at my lips. My mind races with the possibilities—and the risks. Could I really step back into that spotlight? But then, wasn't this what I craved, the chance to be unapologetically me?

"Think about it." Riley's gaze is earnest now, steady. "We do it together. Our rules. Our world."

Our. The word resonates within me, binding and powerful. With Riley, this could be more than an erotic venture—it could be a partnership. Dear Lord, the idea sets my blood on fire.

"Let's do it," I whisper, and lean in towards him to press my lips on his.

"You know what gets me?" Riley murmurs between kisses that trail down my collarbone. "The danger of it all. The sheer thrill of possibly getting caught," he pauses, nipping at my skin gently, "and, honestly, if we ever do, I wouldn't care."

My eyes flutter open, locking onto Riley’s that are so intense. "You wouldn't?" I whisper.

"Not one bit." His fingers trace the curve of my hip. "Because I'm doing what I love. With you, Amelia—the girl I love."

The corners of my mouth turn up into a smile. His words are the kind that reaches deep into your chest and twists something wonderful inside. "Riley," I breathe out, my hand coming up to caress his cheek. "I love you too."

Epilogue

Riley

The Chicago skyline is beautiful against the horizon, and I’m standing here, outside on the front porch of our new place. Amelia’s beside me, her fingers stroking mine. This is our fresh start just on the edge of downtown. It's not just a house; it's our home.

"Riley," she whispers, "we're actually doing this."

"Looks like it," I reply, grinning as I scoop her up and she laughs. I take a few steps forward to carry her over the threshold.

We barely have time to appreciate the empty space before the doorbell rings. Jasper, Alfie, and Zach barrel in, each one hauling gym equipment.

"Let's get this show on the road," Zack says, his voice carrying above the noise of the clanking metal as he drops a box labeled 'weights'.

"Careful with that," I warn, but I'm laughing at his exaggerated look of strain. We move like a well-oiled machine, unpacking, assembling, transforming this empty room into a fully functional gym.

"Man, this place is on point," Alfie says, standing back to admire the half-assembled squat rack.

"Wait 'til you see the pull-up bar," I tease, winking at Amelia who rolls her eyes playfully, knowing full well the kind of workout I'm looking forward to later, when the guys are gone and it's just us, skin on skin, pushing and pulling in a different kind of game.

"Hey, Cap," Jasper calls out, tossing me a wrench. "You sure this thing can hold your weight?"

"Watch it, Jazz," I shoot back, "or I'll make you test it first."

The hours slip by in a mix of jokes, jibes, and the occasional grunt of effort. I watch Amelia laughing with Zach, handing tools to Alfie, and teasing Jasper, and I know she's just as much a part of this as I am.

"Thanks, guys," I say finally, stepping back to take in the completed gym. "I owe you one."

"Damn right you do," Jasper shoots back, but he's smiling.

"I’ve got food on its way. That’s our form of payment for your work here today," Amelia declares, and there's no argument.

Hoisting the last of the sub sandwiches onto the kitchen island, I catch Jasper's eye as he leans against the doorframe. His arms are crossed, a smirk pulling at his lips and calculating something in that smart brain of his.

"Man, you're putting us to shame with this place, Riley," Jasper says, taking in the open-plan space of our new home with an approving nod.

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