Page 13 of Seductive Scoundrel

Dean: You know I do, baby. But you promised me something else. Remember?

Mia: Yes, sir.

He wants to exchange face shots. Good thing I took a few pictures yesterday because there’s no way he’s seeing me looking like I just binge-watched seven sessions of Gossip Girl.

I send him a picture of me wearing the mask he gave me with the lingerie. My lips are colored as red as the mask and slightly open. Even if I do say so myself – I look hot.

Dean: Very amusing. Now lose the mask. You keep your promises, don’t you? I don’t like liars.

Mia: Yes, sir.

I load the best picture I have. I’m laying down with my hair splayed across the pillow, red lips wet, brown eyes made up with smoky eye shadow, staring straight into the camera. People have always said that I’m pretty, but looking at this picture, I actually believe it.

Dean: Damn woman. I don’t know why you’ve been hiding that beautiful face from me.

My smile grows and I sort of hate myself for it. I don’t need accolades from a man I haven’t even met, but, for some reason, his compliment means a lot.

Mia: Thank you. Now it’s your turn.

A second later, his picture comes through and OMG – he’s gorgeous. I mean, drop-dead, the cover of GQ magazine, gorgeous. Ice blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and these full, sexy lips that make dirty ideas run through my head as I stare at his utterly perfect face.

Mia: I don’t know why you’ve been hiding that beautiful face from me either.

I repeat his words because I’m at a loss to form any of my own.

Is this guy for real?

Dean: I’ve offered to show you my face in person. Several times. Now, where’s the rest of what you owe me?

Mia: One moment, sir.

Dean: Good girl. I like it when you listen.

Feeling naughty, I flick to video mode then slip my damp panties off. Laying back on my bed, I film my hand sliding down my stomach towards my already wet pussy. I spread my legs, then finger my clit and opening, moaning his name when I explode.

I press send, then wait with my heart thumping in my throat. If he doesn’t reply instantly…

Dean: You’re torturing me. You do realize this fun fact, right?

Mia: Glad you like it.

Dean: I love it. Now send more.

Mia: Night, Mr. Big Dick

Dean: Why am I not surprised?

But I am.

I told myself I’d never send naked pictures or videos again, not after the dread I felt knowing Kyle had them after we’d split up.

But now, I’ve broken that rule for a guy I don’t even know, yet oddly feel I can trust.

If nothing else comes out of this charade, I’m going to enjoy every last bite of that damn ice cream.

Chapter Five

Dean

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