Page 136 of Jace
“Fuck yeah.”
“Good. Me, you, and my mom will be the first exhibit.”
“Viv, I?—”
“Listen, big guy.” I press my fingertip to his sexy, whiskered lips. “You freed me from shame, so I’ll free you from shyness. You’re not a boy, locked in a trunk for having emotions anymore. You’re a talented man, a photographer who shares his feelings through art. So share this with me, please.” I pause. “’Cause I love you.”
I make him swallow, then nod.
“Now, we’ve got that settled.” I linger my fingertip down his regal nose, mapping his perfection. “What’s next?”
“Okay. You can’t be shy with me either,” he insists warmly. “Whodo you want for your initiation?”
I gulp. “Who?”
“A-ha.” He almost laughs. “It’s not so easy when the future shoe is on the kinky foot.”
“Kinky?”
His eyes dance like he has a plan but needs to be sure. “Here.” Easily, he rises, lifting me in his arms. “Let me show you what Ithinkyou may like and tell me if I’m wrong.”
He sets me on my feet by the edge of the leather platform before he walks over to something tall and draped in black silk.
He’s wearing jeans and a white T-shirt today, and I swoon at his backside’s grandeur, then gasp when he snaps the black sheet down, revealing a ladder.
I laugh. “What’s so kinky about a ladder?”
He grins. “It’s kinky if you use it to take our group boudoir shots.” My mind startles awake to a dream come true. I can’t keep up as he explains, “Delphine and Vale helped me organize it. All you have to do is pose in one and shoot the other.”
“Poseandshoot?”
“Yeah.” He roves toward me. “You’ll shoot a boudoir shot of the kings, and pose for one with the queens.” He’s searching for my reaction. “And then,ifyou want, Delphine can take pictures of your initiation just for you and me to have. I’ve shown her how to use my camera.”
There’s a moment when you love someone so much, you can’t believe your luck. You wait for the miraculous moment to end, but then you realize…
It won’t.
You’ll love them forever.
“Jace, I…” I blink. I cry. I never hide my tears from him.
Gently, he leans down, kissing one trailing down my cheek. “Did I fuck up?”
“No.” I laugh gratefully. “You’re fucking right. I love it. I can’t wait to do it.”
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough as a wet heat blooms between my legs. I fight the urge, in my T-shirt dress, not to rub them together.
He sighs, relieved. “Okay, now I need to know who and how many you want. Your fantasy was stolen from you, Viv, and I’m going to give it back.” He locks onto my curious gaze. “So tell me.”
Tell him.
Words that are easier said than done in this world.
Tell the man who’s shown me nothing but respect, loyalty, and love. Tell the man who’s bared himself to me, body, heart, and soul; my god, he even let me inside him. Tell the man who’s waited for me until I found my freedom, my voice, and my power again.
When it’s a man like this, I can tell him, “I want as many kings as their queens will allow.”
His eyes ignite. He nods, his nostrils flaring. “That could be up to five kings.”
