Page 32 of Off Limits

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, my tone way more forceful than I meant it to be.

For some weird reason, I didn’t like hearing Asa put himself down. There was nothing wrong with how he looked, and there never had been. He might not be a traditional heartthrob or whatever, but he was a handsome guy. My dick definitely thought so, and had for years.

I also wasn’t used to seeing his “I don’t give a fuck what people think of me” attitude crack, revealing his vulnerable side. It bothered me more than I’d ever admit.

“You don’t need anyone to level you up. I was just making sure this was really what you wanted and you’d thought things through.”

“It is, and I have.”

“Then yeah, we’re doing this.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“How about we finish getting dinner and submit everything when we’re done?” I asked. “It’s pretty easy. They just need photo ID, a picture of you against a white background and holding a written word that they give you to confirm it’s you and not someone else’s ID.”

“Then what?”

“Then we wait for them to verify you. When everything is settled, I’ll add you to my account as a guest, and we’re good to go.”

“Sounds easy enough.” He chewed on his lip. “When do you think we should do it? Like what day?”

“Definitely on a Friday. Those are the best nights for couples, and male couples do really well.”

“So this Friday should work?”

I nodded. It was Monday evening, which would give us more than enough time to get everything submitted and approved. And it would give me a chance to tell my audience during my show on Wednesday and drum up some excitement.

“I guess we should finish up.” He waved toward the microwave.

“Yeah. We’ll do the submissions tonight. And we can talk about what we want the show to look like and set boundaries then too. I need a bit of time to process everything before we get into the logistics.”

“That’s fine. I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m happy to defer to you.”

“Now there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say, not without the threat of death or dismemberment.” I couldn’t stop my smile.

He shot me a smirky grin. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late.” I turned back to the counter to finish cutting up my chicken.

I’d just agreed to cam with my stepbrother. The same stepbrother I fucked four years ago and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since.

This was either a brilliant plan or the stupidest thing I’d ever agreed to.

I shot a quick glance at Asa and raked my gaze down his body elevator-style, lingering on his ass as he dumped the rest of the shredded cheese on his bean-covered potato.

My body tightened, and I looked away before my dick got any ideas about getting hard while I was wearing sweats and couldn’t hide it.

Yup, this was definitely the stupidest thing I’d ever agreed to, but whatever. I could worry about the fallout later.

9

ASA

“Areyou sure you want to do this?” Dex asked. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” I said with more bravery than I felt.

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