Page 43 of Unraveled

“Oh, my God. I have an app, he says. Like it’s not a big fucking deal or something.”

“Send me a picture,” he demanded again. “Show me how much you like it, sweetheart.”

Gian said a quick goodbye, as he had to get some work done before the guys showed up for dinner and the meet. He hated doing it to Cara, as he didn’t get to talk to her much as it were, but he didn’t have a choice.

To make up for it, as soon as he hung up the phone, he scrolled through the gallery images and videos. He hadn’t lied—the video he had took, and the subsequent stills, were beautiful. Hot, sexy, and sin.

Pure fucking sin.

Porn, at the very least to some.

Art, to him.

He’d gotten a shot of his fingers buried deep into her pussy while she was on her knees, her sex pink and wet, her arousal smeared across his hand. Another of his cock stretching her open, and a quick peek at the handprint he’d left on her thigh. Then, later in the day, he’d pulled the phone out again to catch the way his cum looked, painted down Cara’s toned stomach in white, ropey streams.

Gian was terribly careful with his phone. No one touched it but him, and not one single person knew his passcodes to get inside. He wouldn’t share the images or videos with a soul, because that wasn’t why he’d taken them.

He took them for him.

Because it made him hot and it got him off.

Because he liked reliving those moments.

Because his memory didn’t do Cara Rossi any sort of justice.

He shot off a couple of the images, and one of the videos he’d shortened to a few seconds. All had been changed to a black and white, and he’d stripped the sound from the short clip, too.

He really liked that app.

Not a minute later, his phone buzzed on the desk as he were going over orders for the restaurant. Gian picked it up, gave the message a look, and laughed hard.

Are those even me?!

Every single one of them, he typed back.

He’d cropped some of the images, zoomed in to keep Cara’s body and face from being entirely identifiable. But he wanted her to see what he saw, too.

Beauty.

Sex.

Lust.

The sweetest temptation that had ever crossed his path.

She would certainly be the cause of his eventual unraveling.

Gian didn’t think he would mind.

That’s porn, Gian, Cara’s next message said.

Beautiful porn, he corrected. Then, he sent another right after. I can do it again, oui?

Cara’s reply had him grinning. Hell yes.

He stuffed his phone away, and went back to work.

His mind was definitely not on the orders, though.