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The makeup artist applied powder to my face. Something that was fucking annoying, but apparently necessary for the camera. Between that and the grease they’d lathered in my hair, I already needed a shower. I wondered what Monroe would think of all of this? Because there was no end game where she wasn’t a part of this world right along with me.
They were finally done with me, and I headed out to start the shoot. When I got out there, Carmen, the photographer, directed some girl to oil my chest.
She was one of those girls who walked around like they thought everyone should bow at their feet. It was more than obvious. She had bleached blonde hair and a nose that a surgeon gave her, along with tits they’d given her too. With the fuck me eyes she was flashing me, I could’ve had her bent over in the dressing room in a hot minute. Hell, I could’ve had her right there if I wanted to.
I waited to see if I’d imagined this new obsession, if my dick would stand at attention as she rubbed my chest.
But there was nothing, not even a spark of interest in the girl in front of me.
Good boy.
The only woman I was interested in was only available to me on the other end of my phone.
The girl tried to flirt with me, her touch lingering, and then her palm grazed my dick…not accidentally.
Suddenly, I found myself with my hand around her neck, pushing her away.
“Don't ever touch me again,” I hissed, causing a shocked silence to descend on the crew.
Carmen hustled towards me, wringing her hands, a nervous laugh slipping from her lips. "Natalie, why don't you take the rest of the night off?" she suggested. The girl, Natalie evidently, had tears gathering in her eyes. Her face, the picture of devastation.
And I could fucking care less.
"Your staff needs to be fucking professional," I snapped at Carmen. She nodded frantically, not wanting to sour our relationship. I’d made her a lot of money, after all. The staff walked back to their places, because that's what sheep fucking do, and then I was instructed to pose a million different ways.
I wondered if Monroe would see this magazine. If she knew who Lincoln Daniels even was? I imagined her getting herself off to my photos.
I was deep in thought, picturing Monroe coming, when all of a sudden, a voice cleared. "Um, Lincoln…Is there something you can do about that? This publication piece isn’t X-rated." I glanced over at Carmen and saw she was keeping her eyes averted. It took me a second to realize I was fully aroused, the tip of my dick peeking out from the briefs I was wearing.
I quickly turned around with a curse, trying to think of puppies getting hit by cars and other dreadful things. After a few minutes, I managed to get it down. That had certainly never happened before.
"Sorry about that," I said, unashamed, when I finally turned around. "I've got a new girl, and thinking about her causes problems."
Everyone's interest was immediately piqued, but I just flashed a false grin and posed a few more times before I was finally finished. Carmen met me at the door as I was walking to the parking lot to head home.
She handed me a photograph. "For your girl. I'm sure she'll enjoy it," she said with a wink before walking away.
"I know I will," she threw over her shoulder.
I glanced down at the picture and saw it was one of me fully aroused, a dark, lusty, almost feral look in my eyes that made it obvious I was thinking of fucking.
I grinned and threw the photo in my car, confident that sometime, very soon, Monroe would get to see that look in real life.
* * *
I climbed into the shower as soon as I made it home, washing off the oil coating my skin…but my mind got away from me. I couldn’t get the image of her out of my head. Picturing her in the shower with me, naked and wet, was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen. Her small, slippery hands gripped me tightly, exploring me like she was as addicted and as desperate for me as I was for her. Her hair was plastered to her smooth, perfect skin. Her rosy nipples peeked out. She was a goddess, my every wet dream come to life as she slowly slid her hands up and down the length of me. I was in agony, ecstasy stretched tightly across my skin as I watched her…as I felt her. I was on fire, desperate to experience her touch like that…forever. So desperate I’d die if she left.
“Lincoln,” she whispered, my name a prayer across her lips. I couldn’t even answer; I was destroyed, pleasure erupting inside me, so intense, I was sure I’d never recover from it. As her pace increased, I moaned her name and then…hot cum exploded everywhere, coating her hands, and her breasts, in ropy strands. I rubbed it into her skin…
Fuck, I was coming in real life from my little dream, emptying myself into the drain, when I should’ve been doing it with her.
The scary part…
I’d never come so hard in my life.
And she hadn’t even touched me yet.
CHAPTER 9
