Page 71 of Infected By Virus

She heard a familiar snicker before Virus growled.

“Don’t say a fucking word, Wall. Just open the door and leave.”

Wall Street must’ve complied because a wave of air conditioning hit her. When Virus led her on, the sound of her footsteps changed from that of striking concrete.

Virus turned his upper body next to her, then she heard a lock snick. The ambient outdoor sounds were deadened to almost nonexistence.

After a few more steps, he dropped her hand.

She felt him right in front of her, crowding her.

“I love you.”

Before she could say it back, he kissed her so thoroughly she wobbled. His arm around her back held her upright. With his other hand, he peeled the blindfold off, but still he kissed her.

Just when she thought he’d never stop, not that she wanted him to, he did. Her lips still sought his as he pulled away.

“Hook helped me with the design, but let me know if you want anything changed.”

“Design of wh…” She was asking when he stepped out of her way, and she saw for the first time where they were.

It was a shop or office of some sort. There was a small reception table sitting catty-corner to her left. Turning, the room had a glass door and a glass front, definitely a shop. There was an intimate seating area in front, down from the entrance.

“I don’t understand.” It came out more as a question as she wandered around, noticing framed pictures on the wall.

“Are these?—”

“Yes, they’re yours. All except that one.” He pointed at one on the very back wall by a door. She couldn’t make it out from where she stood.

Turning to see him standing right behind her with his hands behind his back, looking like he’d been caught shaking Christmas presents but also looking nervous.

“How?” was all she could manage to get out. She was overwhelmed and not quite understanding.

“A lot of help. Harmon let us into your storage to gather the pictures. The layout and studio space in the back was all Hook’s concept. He chose the paint and backdrops to complement your style of photography. The club owns the space. Bought it and the one on the other side when they opened Royal Guard so we could pick the neighbors.”

The pieces started to fall into place. She could feel the smile spreading across her face as it was setting in.

“It’s a photography studio.”

“Your photography studio.”

She spun around, seeing it in a new light.

Her studio.

Rae leaped into his arms, knowing he would catch her. He would always catch her; she trusted that without hesitation now and it changed everything.

“You did this for me?” she cried.

“I’d do anything for you, Rae. Everything for you.” She kissed him and tasted her own tears, but she didn’t care.

Ending the kiss, Virus set her on her feet.

“Why don’t you check out Hook’s picture back there?” Confusion hit her.

“I can look at it in a minute. Right now, I want to suck your cock.” She rubbed him through his jeans, and he groaned.

Virus caught her when she tried to go to her knees. “Fuck, honey, you’re killing me here. Please, just go look at the picture.”

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