Katie: What’s happening?
Derek: Mags????? Wtf?!
Evidence.
Katie: Of what? Going to jingle his bells or take him for a ride or something?
Yeah, something like that. Maybe both.
Derek: Oh, God. Do I have to be involved in this?
The second photo just loaded!
Someone type faster.
Send a different picture or something.
Anything!
I looked back to Graham and caught him at the perfect time. I snapped another shot and sent it.
Graham had stretched out like a cat. Ass up. Arms out front. Carrot still firmly planted between his teeth. The elves were beet red and giggling, hiding behind a scantily clad Mrs. Claus standing in the sleigh, ready to whip that reindeer into submission.
Katie: Bahahahahaha! Girl you’d better get a hold on your man! He told us it was a slutty Santa shoot. Not a naughty reindeer in kinky bondage kind of thing.
Derek: I may not respond for a while. I’ve got a date with a pair of bleach-filled goggles and mental floss.
Seriously, anything to get the thought of Graham’s asshole in the wild off my phone is greatly appreciated.
Katie:
“That’s a wrap!” yelled the photographer as he polished his lens and put the camera back in its case.
“Oh, thank God!” Graham groaned as he unhooked the sleigh and stood.
“Aww, I was just starting to get entertained,” I said.
“Yeah, so were the elves,” he grumbled, nodding his head towards the giggling elves in the corner.
“Do you get to keep the harness?” I asked, eyeing up the pouch barely holding him in.
He shot me a glare, followed by a smirk. “I’ll only keep it if you promise to be the one holding my reins.”
I huffed out a short breath, heat flushing my face in a smirk. God, he knew how to get my blood pumping. “Deal.”
Graham wiggled into his pants while he rolled his eyes at me. “You’re such a tease.”
“Maybe…” I winked.
“Captain said there’s been another body found. This one is super fresh. I want to take you to the morgue.”
And just like that… the feeling was gone, quickly replaced by the sickening rush of indigestion I’d become accustomed to whenever I thought about my hand on a cold, dead body.
“What? Why?” I said, my voice cracking.
“You know why.” He took my hand and led me back to the SUV.
“No. I can’t.”
