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“Do it.” I want him to know I’m sure. “Then I can see too.”

“I promise I’ll delete it right after.”

“No.” I cover his big hand with mine. “I want you to have this.”

“Naked photos of you?”

“Maybe I’m an idiot, and maybe it’ll bite me in the ass one day, but I trust you.”

“When you helped me. On my bed …”

“This isn’t the same thing. You didn’t consent to that. I’m giving you my complete permission for this.”

Seven leans down, hulky body hovering over me, and his lips brush mine gently. “I will protect your trust with my life.”

His gentle hands move me into position, and he takes a series of full-body and close-up shots. I roll over when he tells me to, head rested on my crossed arms, and let him move my legs open to where he wants them.

I’m nervous. Almost afraid to see something so intimate, but I meant it when I said complete permission. There isn’t anyone in the entire world who I’d trust to take care of those shots like he would.

Chapter 23

SEVEN

I can’t concentrate on the sight in front of me, I’m so incredibly turned on. Molly is … complete temptation. His long, lean body. That mouthwatering bubble butt. His smooth calves and lightly toned thighs. I want to run my hands over every inch of him, but I also don’t want to ruin the things I’ve painted. I will, because it’s inevitable, and admiring them isn’t enough to hold me back from what I really want to do.

“Finished?” he asks, sounding dazed. The way he doesn’t try to hide how much he wants me is both hot as hell and a worry. We know this is just us messing around, and he’s safe with me. I’d never take advantage of him, but some guys would, and it’s becoming clear to me that Molly doesn’t hold back his interest. He’d do anything for the guy he cares about, and that almost makes me wish it was me. Almost.

As much as I’m starting to feel things for him, there’s no way I’m going to drag someone this amazing into a relationship with someone as damaged as me. If people think I’m protective of Xander, that’s nothing to how I’d be with someone like Molly. Someone so sweet, and pure, and innocent. I’d suffocate him.

And yet, I’m not putting an end to this like I should be.

“Wanna see?”

“Yes, I’m dying over here.”

I swipe back through the gallery to the images of his front, my stare tracing his long, red cock. It’s the only part of him I haven’t painted because I’ve got plans for that thing. I sit down close and hand the phone over.

“Wow,” he mutters, zooming in on random parts of his body. “You’re really good. Like, really. Maybe you should sell some pieces like Xander.”

“Nah, paint isn’t my thing.”

“Have me fooled.” He pauses and pouts over his shoulder at me. “You didn’t do my dick.”

I smirk and lean in. “It might be nontoxic, Tiny, but paint doesn’t taste great.”

“T-taste …”

I grab him by the hips and flip him over, then yank my T-shirt over my head.

Molly’s gorgeous lips have fallen open, and I make eye contact with him before leaning down and sliding the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, it’s happening,” he rambles. “Your mouth is on my dick. My dick is in your mouth. Shit. Fuck. Holy mother of sex toys …”

I pull off him and chuckle. “Kinda sounds like you want me to stop.”

“I will end you.”

He’s adorable when he’s all turned on and ragey.

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