Page 21 of Sweet Shots

“Sure,” I say with a smile. He’s been tense since we left this morning, and I wouldn’t expect anything different from him. Being out and about with me can’t be easy for him. Suggesting we drive together because I didn’t know where I was going really got under his skin, but I’ve made that my duty these days.

“This is my place of business. It’s where I work, and how I earn a living. I was asked to do this as a top creator, because I’m good at what I do. None of this means I like you; it doesn’t mean we’re friends. I still hate you. And if you do anything, and I do meananything, to fuck with me today, especially while we are here, trust me, you will regret it.”

Oh, he’s serious and extra grumpy. I love it.

“Are you done?” I ask quietly.

He fumes, gritting his teeth. “I’m not joking.”

“You really need to chill out, you know? Maybe after we’re done, you’ll feel better.”

“What the hell does that mean?” he snaps.

I step closer to him, lowering my voice. “It means I’m about to fuck you so good, you won’t know how to be in a bad mood.”

I pull my arm from his hand and head inside. The door closes after me, and I know he isn’t there. I stunned him into stillness. Love that for me.

I stop at the reception desk and smile at the pretty girl behind the desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” she asks.

“Just waiting for my friend out there.” I gesture behind me. “I’m here to do a shoot with him.”

“Oh, for the calendar?”

“That’s right.”

The door opens and closes and in walks Mikah. I swear his cheeks are a little pink, but maybe I’m wrong.

“Hey, Nova,” he says, as if there isn’t a single thing bothering him.

“Mikah,” she greets with a knowing smirk. “Have fun,” she calls after us when I hurry to follow him up the stairs.

Mikah walks like he’s on a mission, moving down the hall quickly. We pass a few people, and I smile politely at them. He turns into a room labeled #7, which has a table full of… chocolate stuff. Great. I’m going to leave here with diabetes.

“We need to shower. By the time we’re done, Chad should be here,” Mikah says.

“Chad is…”

“The photographer. Obviously.”

“Oh, right. Yeah.”

Obviously.

I guess we came to the room for him to check that everything was ready to go because he doesn’t grab anything before we leave and move back down the hall to go into the locker room.

I get undressed, and a wave of nerves rolls through me. This isn’t normal. I’m usually not nervous when it comes to this stuff at all. It must be the setting that’s throwing me off. Everything is all professional, and it’s weird. Not what I’m used to.

I’m down to my boxer briefs when Mikah shoves a towel at me. Not sure where he got it from, but I accept it and finish getting naked.

I turn toward the showers, noting Mikah is already walking that way, completely naked.

Fuck, he has a nice ass. I mean, I already knew that because I’ve seen it, but seeing it out of pants? It’s round and jiggly. I want to bite it. I want to spread his cheeks and bury my face in there.

Which I will do by the end of the day, if I have any say in it.

The difference between him and me is that I have no issues having sex with him, even if I can’t stand him. He’s going to let this bother him for the rest of his life, probably.

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