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If I was a gentleman, I’d leave her alone. A lady has needs, after all.
But I’m not a gentleman. And suddenly I’m desperate to know every single fantasy that gets Violet hot and bothered.
“You’re saying whatever is on that laptop is totally innocent,” I say.
“Absolutely.” She nods way too enthusiastically.
“Then you won’t mind if I take a look,” I say, grabbing and opening the laptop before she can stop me.
It takes me a second to realize she’s not looking at porn.
She’s looking at the photos from our engagement shoot.
“Don’t be mad,” Violet says. “Natasha deleted all her copies like you wanted. But she gave us these in case we changed our minds and wanted them.”
“Did she just give them to you?” I say as I scroll through the photos. I’m annoyed that Natasha didn’t follow my instructions, but at the same time, I can’t take my eyes off them. Violet looks flawless. She’s fragile and gorgeous and strong and sexy and I’m remembering all the reasons I had trouble controlling myself during that photoshoot.
“...No,” she admits. “She gave them to me earlier this week.”
“And you what, look at them every night before bed?”
She doesn’t deny it. Just blushes harder.
“It’s okay to like looking at gorgeous photos of yourself,” I say because I like teasing her, but I don’t ever want her to feel like I’m laughing at her. Iwanther to know how stunning she is. “You’re beautiful. Breathtakingly so. These could hang in a gallery.”
“That’s not...” Her voice comes out strangled. She looks up at the ceiling. “That’s, um, not why I’m looking at them.”
For a second I’m confused.
And then it dawns on me.
Oh.Oh.
Violet’s not looking at these photos to pump up her self-esteem. She’s looking at them because they turn her on.
And knowing Violet’s turned on is gettingmeturned on.
“You know,” I say, sitting down on the bed and handing her the laptop, “You don’t have to limit yourself to pictures. You can have the real thing. Again.”
She swallows, her fingers running restlessly over the laptop as her eyes take in my bare chest. “The real thing is...complicated.”
“It doesn’t need to be,” I say. Even I don’t know if that’s a lie or the truth. I just know I’d say damn near anything if it means she’ll let me touch her. “We’re friends, right?”
Violet hesitates, then nods.
“Then we’ll be friends who fuck, until one of us decides we want to stop, then we’ll stop,” I say. “It’s as simple as that.”
She wets her lips. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ll be the one who gets bored first.”
I highlydoubt that.
If I’m honest, I can’t imagineevergetting bored of Violet.
“I can’t do complicated,” she says, and there’s a crack of desperation in her voice.
I stop pushing.
But I’m not entirely capable of being selfless. Not with her. “Fine. I’ll drop it. If you’ll tell me one thing.”
