“Yeah, of course.” But then Julian paused, like he was picking his words. Fucker Julian was loving this. “You wanna come by tomorrow? We can go for lunch and talk about it?”
Oh, so Julian was shooting his shot, huh?
Jade nodded enthusiastically. “I-I’d love that. Thank you, Julian. I owe you one.”
“Not at all, Jade. Can’t wait to see you.”
Jade ended the call, and I was about to launch into Julian—how this fucker wassalivatingover her, but then I pulled myself back. So what? She was here. Withme.
Jade moved past the phone call immediately and dialed another number—some woman named Cindy. While she chatted on the phone, I sent off the document to Julian, waiting for him to open the attachment and get access to his entire email contact list.
“…the entire contact list. Everyone my father has ever emailed or who has ever emailed him, Cindy.” This time, Jade’s voice was sad and melancholic, and she waited quietly for Cindy’s answer.
“Everyone? When do you need it by, Miss Moretti?” Cindy asked.
I straightened out and came over to Jade, running my hand up her back.
“First thing tomorrow morning, Cindy. I promise it’ll never come back to you, and…you would really be helping me out. More than you ever know.”
Nervously, Jade chewed her lip as she waited for Cindy’s answer, and after a few seconds of silence, Cindy agreed. “I’ll be in the office tomorrow at seven, Miss Moretti. I’ll email you then.”
That mischievous grin appeared on Jade’s face again, and she thanked Cindy before hanging up the phone and drawing me into a hug.
“You’re here.”
We remained bound together in the kitchen, diligently executing Jade’s plan, all the while trying to remember who we were.
Were we us again?
“I’m right here, Malyshka. You ready?” Jade pressed her chin into my chest and looked up, nodding with glee.
Andfuck,was she ready. She had a whole plan—I was the photographer and videographer, and she was my muse.
Jade exited the bathroom wearing mascara, teeny-tinypanties, and nothing else. I looked her over, salivating at the sight, but she climbed onto the bed and disheveled her hair. Just a bit, just to give a hint.
“O-okay,” she cleared her throat and looked around absentmindedly, both of us a little unsure about this. “Okay, let’s just do this. Check the lighting and make sure you get a few shots of each pose.” Jade gave out instructions, but I had already started.
She was fucking divine. Ethereal.
Jade sank back against the headboard and spread her legs, covering her breasts with her hands, but thelookin her eyes—seductive, sensual, and so damn naughty. I pressed the little button, taking one picture after another.
Slowly, she sat up, and her hands trailed down between her legs. Hesitating for a moment, she slipped her fingers underneath her little panties and moved them out of the way.
“Oh, right…” She giggled and closed her eyes. “I didn’t shave. That probably won’t be a fan favorite, but at the same time…”
At the same time, there was only one purpose for this.
“You look like a goddess…and I love it like that,” I piped up from behind the phone screen, watching the way her cheeks flushed red.
Jade laughed nervously and slumped onto the bed, but within a few seconds, she transformed just like she always could. She took a deep breath in and out and composed herself—forthe camera.
Jade on her knees, giving the camera a little wink. Jade laying naked on the bed, covering her pussy with just one hand. Jade pulling down her panties and me standing on my knees at the foot of the bed to make sure I captured the moment howshewanted.
Because that was all that mattered.
“One more shot.” Jade turned around and moved to the edge of the bed. She sat down on her heels and looked back, throwing the camera a seductive glance.
I couldn’t fucking wait anymore. I threw the phone down and reached for her delicious ass, pushing her down on the bed. Jade yelped loudly, breaking out into a joyful laugh just as I trapped her beneath me.
