Page 45 of Total Ship Show

“Hell, yeah, he’ll do it. But we get to watch,” Alex confirms.

“Okay with me.” I shrug, looking to Aris. He nods and they all follow me into the Portside Gallery.

“Uuuh, how about here?” I find a canvas painting of two lovers entwined with a multitude of textures and colors and turn to face Aris.

He studies the painting and smirks. “You have an idea for this picture?”

I grin back at him. “I do. Do you trust me?”

All the guys chuckle and I can see the heat in Aris’s eyes as he stares back at me. “Of course.”

“Okay, turn this way just a bit and then stay right there.” I turn him so he’s facing me straight on, cup his cheek in my hand, give him a wink and then sink to my knees. He watches from above as I reach up and unzip his shorts.

“Uh…Ade—”

“Trust me, Aris.”

“Yeah, Aris. I’d trust her, my man,” Dylan says with raised brows. “The woman knows what she’s doing.”

I tug at one side of his shorts and boxer briefs so one side of his sexy V shows, my hand holding onto the back of his right bare butt cheek. He sucks in a harsh breath.

Is he nervous?

Does he like this?

Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this.

“You okay?”

He peers down at me. The corner of his mouth twitching. “Perfect.”

“You ready Dylan?” I ask, turning my head to make sure he’s ready with my phone to take the shot.

“Ready when you are.”

“Aris, grab my hair, and then lean your head back, eyes closed.”

“No way,” he growls, staring down at me.

“Aris, you—”

He’s shaking his head, determination in his eyes. “No fuckin’ way would a guy close his eyes when his dick is in a beautiful woman’s mouth. My eyes are just fine.” He slides his fingers into my hair and grabs a hold and holy shit if I don’t almost come on the spot. If this is what play time with Dr. Aris is like, I might need to schedule an appointment.

His grip on my hair sends tingles down my spine.

His butt cheek clenches in my hand, and I give it a light squeeze, biting my lip so I don’t smile too hard.

“Take the shot,” he commands, the rumble in his voice making me acutely aware of the pulse going on between my legs.

Aris and I pose like this for roughly ten to fifteen seconds while Dylan takes a few pictures, and in that time, all I can think about is what he must taste like. What he would feel like in my hands.

In my mouth.

I have an incredible urge to slip my fingers down a little further or even lean forward and run my tongue along his torso, but instead, I bite my lip and imagine myself doing those things instead.

I think I want Dr. McElfry to Mcfuck me.

“Alright lovebirds. Nicely done. Your pictures look hot.”

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