Page 81 of Delay of Game

“What exactly are you asking?” I ask, voice hoarse as my hands find her hips and dig in to help me ground myself.

Alice swallows and tips her head more, our lips inches apart. “I want you to take the photos.”

I contemplate the request for a moment and try not to let my disappointment show. I should tell her no. I should kiss some sense into her and tell her how much I missed her in the last couple of years. I should tell her I’ve never felt this for anyone else, no matter how hard I tried.

Instead, I say, “Okay.”

Alice straightens up, clearly taken by surprise and I fight every instinct I have to not take it back. If this is what she wants, if this is what will get her to trust me, this is what I will do.

“Really?” she asks, amusement brightening up her eyes.

“Yes,” I say tightly, and step back from her, pulling my phone out and opening up the camera.

“Okay,” Alice says, still thrown for a loop.

“Lead the way.”

After looking around and fidgeting with her robe she looks at me wide-eyed and says, “We should move to the bedroom.” She walks past me, and I can’t help but admire her thighs and the way her heels make her calves pop. I breathe through my nose and subtly adjust my cock as I follow her into the room. This girl is going to ruin me.

She places her phone on her charger and the speaker attached to it starts playing something soft and melodic in the background. I stand in the middle of the room, wondering howthe fuck I’m going to get through this as Alice saunters over to the bed and perches at the end of it.

“Well?” she says, raising a dark blond eyebrow.

I bite the corner of my lip at her shenanigans, but don’t say anything for fear that she’ll stop this little roleplaying session. I’m too into it to care that it might not be such a great idea.

Walking closer to the bed, I aim the camera at her from a higher angle and start snapping pictures. Alice’s confidence grows with each click as she pushes her breasts together, making her cleavage irresistible. She follows up by crossing one leg over the other, her head tipped up to look at the camera seductively.

I hope she doesn’t look at my crotch because I’m already fucking hard. My hands start to shake a little as she spreads her legs open and takes off her robe. Alice’s body is a fucking work of art. Her waist is narrow, but her thighs are thick, and her ass is—fuck, I don’t even know. She’s soft in all the right spots and I can’t help but stare down at her through the camera.

After a second, she reaches out and steadies my hand, bringing me out of my reverie. Fuck, what am I doing?What are we doing?

“J?”

“Sorry,” I say, snapping a few more pictures and trying to pull my hand out of hers, but she doesn’t let go.

“I have an idea, if you really want to help,” she says, voice sultry.

All I can do is nod and Alice guides me, taking my hand and placing it on her chest. My thumb involuntarily brushes the swell of her breast, and I can feel her heartbeat kicking up.

“Take the picture,” she says, holding my wrist in place. I snap at least three and the corner of her lips tick upward.

Fuck,I like this smug, confident version of her. More than I should, considering she might not want anything to do with me outside of this moment.

She guides my hand lower before stopping suddenly. My eyes snap to her face, making sure she’s okay. I expect her to panic and push me away, but her eyes go wide and she says, “I have another idea.”

I swallow hard and nod as Alice trails my hand up her chest and spreads my fingers around the slim column of her throat, her eyes not once leaving mine. I break the trance we’re in so I can look down at the phone and reposition the camera, stepping closer to her in the process.

Alice’s legs spread wider as I step between them and she arches her back, letting me guide her, my hand wrapped around her throat.

Fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing that ever happened to me.

I take a few pictures, and Alice lets go of my wrist, letting me guide her this way and that, taking different pictures from various angles. I switch the setting to video and ask, “Do you trust me?”

She smirks and says, “You wouldn’t be giving me a hand necklace if I didn’t trust you, J.”

Something in my chest loosens at her words. She does trust me.I’ll take it, even if that trust is just with her body and not with her heart.

I hit the button to start recording and gently tighten my hold on her throat. Alice’s eyes widen but there’s determination there, rather than fear. She wants to see what I’ll do next.

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