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Lila crosses her arms, her glare bouncing between Amos and me. “They’re both in on it. Payback is a bitch.”
Amos grins over at me and shrugs. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
“Women,” I scoff, and she chases me down the hall.
“Bend over. It’s going up your ass!”
Laughter pours from the living room, and I take the opportunity to pin her against the laundry room wall where we can’t be seen. “Other way around, Delilah. I can’t wait to claim your ass. You’re going to love it.”
“Sorry, I only do that with guys brave enough to let me do butt stuff to them too. I’ll let you have my ass when you try a butt plug.” Her grin is evil as she pats my cheek. “So when you’re ready, you just let me know.”
Well, that was unexpected.
CHAPTER 20
LILA
Beingunemployed isn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be. Maybe because I still have a good stream of money coming in from the feet pictures and underwear sales. I’ve stepped those both up and was surprised to see the demand increased as well. It means more weird requests. I don’t know what’s wrong with these men but I’m not above exploiting it.
I thought I’d be a nervous mess, but it’s been three weeks since I was fired and I’m feeling good. It could be because things are going well and faster than I anticipated with Planet Playland. The electric problem turned out to be an easy fix and Row’s crew is already halfway finished with the remodeling. Of course, it doesn’t hurt my mood that I’m coming home to a handful of orgasms every night.
I’ve fallen into a comfortable routine. I’m up and out the door early. My day is spent working at my building. Either Sutton or I make dinner and Amos joins us before heading off to work for the night. Sutton leaves after dinner to work on his property, and I use that time to take my pictures and package up my underwear to ship. When he returns, we relax, watch TV or whatever, then screw each other’s brains out and go to sleep.
It works out, and thankfully, there haven’t been any more close calls since the night we hid in the closet. Amos has been home more on the weekends, and Mandy sometimes stays the night with him. I’m glad to see it. The four of us hang out, have some drinks. It’s been a lot of fun and not as awkward as I expected, considering what Sutton and I are doing the second we’re alone.
I’m heading home early today because my back is killing me. A dull headache thumps behind my eyes from listening to the constant banging and drilling. Why is a drill the worst sound in the world if you aren’t the one holding it? My head will be fine after some quiet and ibuprofen but I’ve really strained my back redoing the tile and painting the cabinets in the little upstairs apartment. It was worth it. I’ll be able to move in soon.
Amos and Mandy are on their way out the door when I get home. “Hey, we’re going to grab dinner at Charlie’s Grill before I head to work,” Amos says. “Do you want to come with us?”
“No thanks. I have a date with a hot bath and a glass of wine.”
“That sounds fantastic,” Mandy says.
Amos gives me a nod. “We just walked Dusty and gave him his dinner. See you tomorrow.” Mandy wraps her hand around his bicep and grins up at him as they walk to his car.
I’m grateful Dusty is taken care of and after spending a few minutes playing with him, I grab my clothes and head for the bath. It takes about thirty minutes for me to realize it isn’t going to help this time. By the time I get out and dress, my headache is gone but my upper back and shoulders are a misery.
Sutton taps on my bedroom door while I’m taking a quick picture wearing only the lace panties that a customer requested. He stops short with a wicked grin. “I got here right in time.”
“You did actually. Do me a favor.” I hand him my phone. “Record me walking down the hall, just from the shouldersdown.” I grab my shirt and step into the hall. He’s taken a few pictures and videos for me before and doesn’t hesitate.
After he captures my bare back and ass clad in the tiny underwear, I have him record from my navel down on my walk back. My breasts are in his hands the second we’re done. “Whatever you’re charging, it isn’t enough. You look good enough to eat.” His hand slides down between my legs.
“Not tonight. I hurt my back.”
He withdraws his hand and runs them both lightly over my back instead. “Did you overdo it?”
“I guess so. A hot bath and ibuprofen usually help, but not this time.” His brow furrows as he watches me wince while I put on my shirt. Moving my arms hurts. “I had to get this done before I lie down with a heating pad. He paid an extra four hundred dollars for me to mail them by tomorrow. Can you believe that?”
He chuckles, running his gaze down my body. “Yes I can. You could nickname your asshole Rusty and make it talk in an accent and men would pay to watch it.”
“Shut up.” I can’t help but laugh while I put on my shorts, then pull my heating pad out of the closet. He disappears for a minute, returns, and plucks the heating pad out of my hands. “What are you doing?”
“Helping. I’m a pro with back pain. Where does it hurt?”
“My upper back and shoulders. My neck is getting sore too. It’s fine. I just need to rest.”
“Yes, you do. After a backrub. Come in the living room.” He catches my wrist and I hesitate. Don’t get me wrong, a backrub sounds great but I also know what it’s usually code for with men.
