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Valentine read through the list, muttering the order in which he needed to mix the solution and the steps that came after. Hisgaze lifted to mine. “Seems straightforward enough, but I have a question.”
“What?” I squeaked.
The whole situation was so unreal.
“The guy needs to get hard and stay hard for a while.” His focus slipped down my body. “I want a little help in that department.”
A nervous laugh flew from my lips. “There is no way you’d struggle to hold an erection.”
“Didnae say I’d have a problem. I want the help. I don’t need it.”
I just stared. “We can’t… I mean, I can’t…”
“I’m naw asking ye to blow me. This is a solo gig, for the sake of our friendship. But if you’re going to be getting off on a replica of my dick, it’s only fair that I get a visual in exchange. Tit for tat.”
Without conscious decision, my hand drifted to my chest.
Valentine’s hungry gaze followed it.
“A photo,” he added quickly. “Both of them.”
“In exchange for modelling for me, you want a picture of my boobs,” I clarified.
“Exactly. I’ll take this next door and get to work. But I’m going to need to keep checking that photo so the model doesn’t shrink.” He gave a wolfish grin. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint ye with the end result.”
The heating wasn’t on, but it was too hot in here.
He was far too close, and my body was far too interested.
I really wanted that Valentine-shaped dildo. Slowly, I nodded, and he raised his eyebrows.
Then he picked up the kit, tapped his wrist to indicate time passing, and left my cottage with a slam of the front door.
The second he was gone, I dropped onto my mattress and took a deep breath.
Could I do this?
I’d never sexted anyone before or sent a nude. Not of any kind.
My phone dinged. I took it from my pocket to see a picture from Valentine. It was of a tube of gloopy mixture.
God, he’d already started.
Valentine: Fast, little spy. Time’s a-wasting. It dries from the bottom up so you don’t want a stumpy end result.
Shit. I grabbed my hem and yanked my top over my head. Before I could think too much about it, I activated my camera and snapped a boob pic then sent it.
Valentine: Hot as fuck, honey. But I’m going to need them bare if I’m going to get hard the way you want me.
My breathing shuddered. Naked? God. Jumping up, I drew my curtains closed then unclipped my bra. Quickly, I tried another photo.
On the screen, it came out dark.
I clicked on a lamp and tried again. This time, I took a minute over the angles, finally settling on leaning forward slightly so my breasts filled the shot, heavy and full. My nipples hard.
God, that was sexy.
Wasn’t it? I sent it, bold and brave, but also holding my breath.
