Page 41 of Four-ever Single

“I don’t know,” I said with a sigh as I tossed my head back. “Is this even something guys want?”

“Oh yeah. They want it. If they could only pick one sexy picture of you, they’d go with a beaver teaser. Hands down.”

“How do you know this?” I didn’t really want to know the answer but asked it anyway.

“Well, let’s just say Capshaw has an entire album of them, and it’s the number one pose I get requested with boudoir sessions.”

“Ugh, why do I have the feeling I’m going to regret this?” I groaned.

“Because you are.”

I cocked my head to the side and glared at her.

“Not in that way. You’re going to regret this because as soon as he sees that picture, he’s going to be a walking-talking hard on until the wedding night. Just wait and see. You’ll think everything is fine, then suddenly a vase gets knocked over because he’s constantly sticking out and—”

“Okay, I get it,” I said, holding my hand up to stop me. “I can’t believe the things I let you talk me into.”

“Don’t worry, I have something that will make it better.” She rubbed her lips together and then left the room. A few minutes later, she returned with a bottle of wine.

“If you’re suggesting I use that to—”

“Eew, no,” she shrieked. “It’s for liquid courage.”

She plucked the cork out and handed me the bottle we had opened last night. I took a big swig and then used the tissue she handed me to blot my lips so I didn’t smear my lipstick.

“Stay in the position you’re in, and I’m going to come under you—”

“What?!”

“Not like come come. But, like, slide in beneath you.”

“I’m sexually frustrated, Kens. You’re not making that any better.”

“I swear, I’m not trying to sound dirty! Here, have another drink.”

She handed me the bottle again, and this time I poured some into my mouth without letting it touch my lips.

“Shit. I think I need some, too.”

She took it back from me, lifted it to her lips, and took a big swig before sitting it on her desk.

“Okay, are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. My legs are starting to shake from holding this position for so long.”

“Sorry, I’ll try to get in and out as quickly as possible.”

I sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as Kensy climbed beneath me while I tried to refrain from bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Jesus, it’s really tight in here,” she mumbled, wiggling to squeeze herself in between my legs. I could spread them further, but she was already making the bed feel wobbly, and I didn’t trust myself to move in the stilettos I still had on.

I looked down at her and pinned her with a look.

“Right. Sorry. No more commentary from me.”

I pressed my tongue to the top of my mouth and started counting to 100 as I tried to distract myself from having her face so close to my exposed pussy.

“Alright, I’m going to take a few close-ups since you’ve gone through the effort of waxing. Then I’m going to zoom out and do a full-body one if I can. We might have to change positions for that one.”

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