Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
I was starting to see why Preston had been so weird.
“Preston and Roman both made it clear that even though it sounded…well, kinky, I wasn’t being pimped out, and he wasn’t going to do anything…inappropriate, I guess.” Emerson was trying to sound professional, but as Lane and I both let out frustrated sighs, he nodded. “I know, right?”
“Then what?” It had to have been more than just a boring meeting for him to be this flustered. “What was he like?”
“Orgasm inducingly firm.” Emerson took a breath and tried again. “He looks stern and sexy.” The dreamy look on his face said that wasn’t a bad thing. “He’s fucking huge. Bear sized is right.”
We all shivered, but Emerson didn’t get distracted. “He looks grumpy and dark, but he was polite and, I guess, careful would be a good way to say it. He kept his gaze on mine and didn’t leer. He was honest about what he wanted from a model and about the situations he thought would come up.”
Emerson finally lost the dream look and frowned. “I…I couldn’t tell what he thought of me…like me not model in front of him me.”
Lane and I nodded, but Lane was the one who poked at what he meant. “Did you want him to notice you? With this kind of shoot, even if it was just with Roman and Eli, it would get intimate quickly and the living doll thing…that’s going to really turn you on.”
I had to stop myself from pointing out that just about anything with Roman and Eli would be intimate. However, Lane was more well-behaved than most of us, so I kept that thought to myself.
Emerson nodded, worry filling his eyes. “I don’t know if I could do it without there being some kind of connection, but I don’t want to come off weird or like I’m going to charge him by the hour, if you know what I mean.”
Our heads went up and down again as we all digested what he’d been saying and what he hadn’t said.
We knew Emerson, and we knew most of his kinks…mostly because Eli loved making him nuts during shoots because the pictures always came out so fabulous.
Hmm, maybe the guy had seen Emerson’s photos, and that was why he’d wanted him?
Finally, I took a breath and decided it was my turn to push him since between Lane and me, I was the soberest one. “Okay, I think you should ask Roman what he thinks.”
That would be the weirdest conversation ever, but Roman would be the most honest and the most helpful. “He knows you, and he knows how this would affect you.”
And even if he’d been oblivious enough to miss the signs in the past, Eli would’ve made sure he understood the fine print related to his models' kinks and desires.
Eli was damned near psychic when it came to sex and lifestyle shit.
“He wouldn’t think it was…weird?” Emerson frowned like that wasn’t the word he wanted, but it was as good as his brain could come up with.
He needed a slushy.
“No.” I could answer that without thinking about it. “He just proposed to Eli, remember? Anything will look normal compared to their relationship.”
A grin finally peeked out as Emerson tried not to laugh. “You’re probably right.”
I knew I was right.
“Okay, I’m going to talk to Roman and probably Eli about this, and then I’ll figure out what to do next.” Emerson took a deep breath and seemed to push his worries to the back of his head as he stole Lane’s drink.
“Hey.” Lane reached out with gimme fingers, but Emerson just giggled and took a long sip of the fruity concoction.
“I need this more than you.” Emerson flashed me a teasing grin as he finally relaxed. “Besides, you should be interrogating Ian, not fighting with me. I haven’t heard anything about the sexy guy he was chatting up at the party.”
Lane went back to giggling, and it was my turn to sigh and turn into a drama queen. “He’s a sub.”
A big sexy, sweet pup who seemed smart and funny…and a sub.
Emerson winced. “Oh, that sucks.”
I knew a few subs who’d fallen in love with other subs and made it work, but that wasn’t me. I knew what I needed and what I wanted…
A Daddy.
I needed a Daddy.
I wanted a man to hold me tight while I watched cartoons, who’d give me a bath with bubbles and toys, and a tender Dom who’d take care of me and give me rules when he knew I needed them.
Imagining myself in a relationship without that was impossible…which was why I’d been perpetually single for the longest time.
“He didn’t say anything about being a switch either. He just talked about being a pup.” Deflecting a bit seemed like the best idea, so I kept going. “He’s a friend of Wesley’s…He’s Bishop.”