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In the next picture, she's touching herself.
It's not shy or coy or demure. She's looking at the camera, at me, as she fills herself with pleasure. It's a demand or a dare or maybe just payback for every time I've tortured her.
I don't know, and I don't care. It's hot as hell, and there's more of it. A dozen pictures of her, every part of her, while she brings herself to ecstasy.
My breath catches, heavy and strained. It's a dare, right?
I'm not about to let a dare go unanswered.
Chapter Nine
Alyssa
My phone greets me bright and early. Seven A.M.
Somehow the sun is already high in the sky, the streets below me already filled with people.
As I swipe away the ever so tempting snooze, I see a silver lining. A new message from Luke.
Alyssa Summers, you are the devil.
I grin. So he found the present. I must admit, it was terrifying to take those pictures and even scarier to leave them waiting for him. But it's so worth it knowing he enjoyed them.
But two can play that game. Check your email. Should be a very interesting link in there.
Fuck.
I rush to my computer and open my inbox. There is an email from Luke, a sweet, little email just begging for my click. But can I do it now? I have to exercise, shower, and eat breakfast before I leave for rehearsals.
And it's not like I can call him now. It's 4 A.M. on the West Coast.
Maybe I should wait.
But my heart is racing, and my breath is shallow. Hell, I feel a lightness in my chest, a growing need between my legs.
It might be nothing. Luke didn't necessarily send me several dozen pictures of his amazing body, naked.
My heart thuds against my chest.
Fuck the gym. I'll go after rehearsals if that's what it takes. Or I'll skip breakfast. I have to see this now, even if I wait until later to...
I click on the link. It's a private website, password protected. There's a hint in the email.I have an image in my mind of my favorite person covered in one of her favorite things. You could say I licked my lips at thought of her. I can't help but envision my tongue against her skin, lapping up every inch of... well, I'm not going to give it all way.
My mouth waters. God, I'm already shaking, already wet. I try my best guess:
AlyssaSummersHoney
It works.
I close my eyes. Deep breath. I've sent Luke a few sexy pictures here and there, but never like the ones I left on the iPad. And he's never replied. God, I bet he looks just as good on screen as he does in front of me.
My eyes open of their own accord.
There are pictures, yes. But there's also a video.
Holy fuck.
I press my fingers together. There's a video of Luke. A video. A fucking video.
