Page 18 of Turn Me On
“You guys, too.” He walked over to the door and grabbed the handle before pausing. “Oh, and when you’re done, I’d take a look at the traffic on your site tonight, Charlie. I think you’re about to explode.”
My brows furrowed. “Why do you say that?”
He shrugged. “We’ve never had so many members reply to a newsletter before. The announcement of our little collaboration must’ve piqued a ton of interest.”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “We’ll check it out, thanks.”
“I’m off to punish Lilah. So, if you need anything else, no, you don’t.” The smug look on his face told me everything I needed to know as he exited the room.
Rider wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that video would bring Brad back here. Especially not to watch us together. That was never my intention and?—”
“Shut up, you big lug.” I slapped him on his dump truck of an ass and kissed his pec. “You donotneed to be sorry. We did it together.Plus,you defended my honour by punching him in his stupid face.”
He flexed both biceps, alternating strong man poses. “I can’t begin to tell you how awesome that felt.”
I shoved him in his ribs and laughed. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, so I can imagine.”
Strolling over to the utility closet, he grabbed the glass cleaner and a cloth. “Let’s do a ten-second tidy in here and get back to our room. I’m dying to see the interest that Adam was talking about.”
“Did you just make aBig Comfy Couchreference in the middle of the room where people regularly watch us fuck each other?”
He grinned. “Yup. Now get going before I start humming the theme song.”
I pulled the laundry basket out from under the bed—hooray for hidden storage—stripped the mattress, and dropped everything in. A number of toys needed to be cleaned, so I chucked those on top. I’d add them to one of the dishwasher loads we frequently ran in the dressing room. It was pretty handy to have a dishwasher dedicated only to toys.
Rider busied himself wiping our handprints, ass prints,everythingprints from the glass wall. “Can I ask you a question?”
I pulled a new fitted sheet across the mattress, opting for red satin. “Shoot.”
“Does the website you made have the option to live stream?”
“I…actually hadn’t thought of that. It’s something I could definitely fiddle around with.”
How had I missed that? Too focused on getting videos uploaded, getting the right equipment to film, and planning the surprise for Rider. But livestreaming could open a whole new stream of revenue on top of paid content.
“If it gets popular, it might be cool to do some live stuff. Have people watching be ableto interact with us in some way, or just be a part of it as it’s all happening, you know?”
“That’s a great idea. Who knows if we will have a large enough audience to make it worth our while, though.”
“Babe.” He set down his cleaning supplies and put his hands on his hips like a disgruntled librarian. “That’s crazy talk. We will one hundred percent have a huge-ass audience.”
I fluffed the fresh duvet on the bed, folding it with a perfect crease over the pillows. “How can you be so sure?”
“Um, look at you.” He gestured his hand up and down. “Who wouldn’t want to tune in?”
“I could say the same for you.”
He winked at me. “Exactly. It’s going to be a success. I promise.”
I shook my head as he resumed cleaning the window butt-naked. “You should put some pants on or something.”
He shook his well-toned ass in my direction. “Nah, you love me like this.”
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“Look at this!”she shouted, even though I hovered over her shoulder.
