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You’re family member free tonight, right?
Colt:
Yes… why?
Figured you could use an opportunity to get out some post-game aggression given how much those refs suck.
The refs, eh? Not the interception I threw?
Interception wouldn’t have mattered if the refs weren’t playing for the other team.
You’ve been spending too much time around Violet.
Well, she’s a smart woman.
At any rate, I’m in your bed, naked, and waiting for you.
Our bed, and fuck yes you are.
Language.
Sorry, learned it from another smart woman.
He sends me a smiley emoji,and I grin and toss my phone aside, laying back and staring at the ceiling. My thoughts drift when I think about all the things I need to figure out right now. What I’m doing about the rest of the shoots I have lined up for the year overseas, and what I can use the studio for locally. I’ve been toying with the idea of doing boudoir shoots again like I used to in grad school.
When Mackenzie and I realized I’d been the one to photograph her and her friends before, she asked if I’d be willing to do a follow-up shoot for them when they’re all back in town for a reunion in the summer. I agreed and it gave me nostalgia for how much fun I’d had taking gorgeous photos of everyday people rather than always having to be subject to editorial guidelines or corporate deadlines for the brands and celebrities I worked with.
I’ll just have to work it around the onslaught of work Harper and I have now that things are really starting to get underway with the nonprofit. Not to mention finishing the book, having it published and printed, and then scheduling a release-date party where people can get signed copies.
Then there’s all the work for the new house. The one Colt bought for me and gave to me as an engagement gift. We’ve got to line up a general contractor, decide on paint colors, and then pick out furniture. We’re planning to live in the current house until it’s all finished, but we’re both eager to be in a place that feels more like a home than this one. One that’s closer to our jobs and our friends.
I’m making a list on my phone, and so entrenched with my to-do list that I don’t even hear him come in until he drops his bag at the door to the room.
“Holy fuck. I thought you were exaggerating about waiting for me naked.”
“Nope.” I turn my phone off and toss it on the nightstand, a little embarrassed to be caught working when I’m supposed to be seducing my fiancé. But if anyone understood what a workaholic I was, it was him.
When I look up at him, he’s wearing gray sweats and a tight tee that hugs his shoulders and my jaw drops a little. In the soft glow of the room he looks insanely hot, and it’s moments like these where I have to remind myself this is real life. I’m actually this fucking lucky.
“I see what you did there, with your little slut pants and tee. Very unfair.”
He laughs and pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto the chair. “The woman I’m seeing is a lot to keep up with. Have to keep it interesting for her.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, leaning over the bed and kissing me. His hand brushes over the soft band I have on my thigh, and he looks closer in the low light, his fingers running over it. “What’s this?”
“Soft restraints. Just Velcro, but if I put my wrist here, and wrap it…” I demonstrate for him, and now it’s his turn to stare at me agape.
“Oh fuck me…”
“Or in this case… fuckme.” I grin at him. “I thought it’d be fun to try. If you feel like it. If not, I can take them off. They also come off the thigh part and link together with this little clip. They’re magnetized though so if I pull hard enough…” I show him how I can undo them with force. I’m not sure how much he is ever into these things, so I try to make sure it’s something he wants to play with.
A smile tugs at his lips though, and he reaches to put the one I’d started to undo in place around my wrist after he pulls it off the thigh strap. “What’s your safe word?”
“I see you read the stuff I sent you.”
“I did.” He grins. “So… safe word?”
