Page 42 of Get On Your Knees

I. Stopped. Breathing.

My lust-filled gaze shot to his amused expression, immediately washing away all the desire I was feeling for him. However, his dick decided to make an appearance, jutting up and standing at attention. Once again inciting the lust to course through my core at a speed I could no longer control or deny.

“What did you think was going to happen when you’re staring at my cock like you want to be fucked?”

I ripped the garment bag from his grasp and presented my back to him. I ignored his question and perfect dick as I walked to the corner of the room where there was a rack of clothing, and discarded his suit on the couch.

“I need to get dressed if I’m going to make your photoshoot. They’re waiting on me, and I don’t make a habit of being late to anything I commit to.”

“Oh. You commit to things? I wasn’t aware that you were capable of committing. Anyway…” I continued as if he hadn’t said a word. “Your photoshoot isn’t in a suit, Mr. Locke. You’ve been on hundreds of magazine covers wearing a suit. My stylist personally coordinated your outfits. I’m just getting it for you.”

After I faced him, he took one look at the Levi’s jeans, white t-shirt, black cowboy hat, and boots in my hands and argued, “I’m not wearing that.”

“Yes, you are.” Making my way back to him, I set his clothes on the couch, ordering, “Now get dressed.”

“Autumn, I won’t repeat myself.”

“Great.” I nodded. “Because I don’t want to hear your mouth anymore.”

There was another knock at the door. “Mr. Locke, are you ready?” a voice asked through the door.

I answered, “He’ll be out in five minutes.”

We were having a power struggle of who would win.

Me or him?

I should have known better…

He always won everything.

Especially when it concerned me.

—JULIAN—

Further drilling her point, she added, “This is what I meant by the world seeing the real you. This is what you used to wear, so this is what you’ll wear today.” She smiled, playing coy. “Okay?”

I took a deep breath, silently counting to three. “What did I tell you last night, kid? I don’t like to be taken by surprise, so the real question is, do I punish you now or later?”

She grabbed another vase, aiming it at me, and I cocked my head to the side, daring her to do it. She thought about it for a second before biting her lip and setting the vase back on the table.

“Good girl.”

“Touch me, and I’ll scream.”

“You already did that.” Using the situation to my advantage, I bartered, “If I wear that outfit for you, then you have to be in some of the photos with me.”

“Fuck. No.”

I walked toward my garment bag.

“Ugh!” She stomped her heel. “Why are you always this much of an asshole? Why can’t you just do what you’re told? You’re worse than a child.”

I stared at her, waiting.

“Fine. Alright? I’ll take some stupid pictures.”

“Great.” I got dressed while she called her stylist, telling her she needed a few pieces for the shoot.

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