Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Oh.
Lane and I both sat in silence for a moment before we burst up onto our knees and scrambled over to look down at him. He was blushing, but we knew that just meant he’d be hard as a rock, so I wasn’t worried. Emerson went white when he was upset, not red. “You said yes to all of it, right?”
He’d definitely said yes.
“He wouldn’t let me answer right away.” Emerson looked down, brows pulled together and looking sad like that was absolute torture. “I have to wait forty-eight hours and then I can answer.”
“Oh, that’s such a Dom move.” Lane was clearly impressed.
“Did he tell you that you can’t jerk off while you wait?” It seemed like a legitimate question given the circumstances.
“No, thank god.” Emerson’s relief was obvious. “I’d have died.”
“Tell us more.” Because I had a thousand questions he hadn’t answered yet, some practical and some just kinky and nosy.
As we sat back, giving him some space, he pushed himself off the floor until he was sitting by the coffee table. “Well, after Roman and Preston explained the corset thing and what he was looking to do with the current line, I was interested enough to agree to meet Luca. He’s the artist.”
Okay, this sounded reasonable.
The models did shoots for other stuff sometimes. Mostly it was artists that Eli knew looking to show off a new line or one time it was for an art school project…they’d all been fully dressed for that and it’d been strange. But this was the first time anyone had come to them for deliberately provocative stuff.
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.”