74. Michael

MICHAEL

I should not be getting hard right now.

I should not be getting hard right now.

But looking at a photo of my hands tangled in Alice’s hair, her face just above the surface of the hot tub… It doesn’t matter that they’ve blurred out the inches of visible cock between my body and her lips, it’s clear what we’re doing.

Crystal fucking clear.

I ignore the words printed on the page and look at the other photos.

Another of us in the hot tub, taken before the face-fucking moment, with Alice on my lap, my mouth on her neck, and enough body contact to know we’re doing more than kissing.

The last photo is back in the kitchen.

And it’s my bare ass.

I groan at that one.

Not exactly the image I’ve been crafting for myself over the past couple decades. But the sight of Alice’s little feet digging into my back, pulling me closer, still has my cock thickening.

It’s all pornographic, but Alice’s naughty parts are covered in every image. All of the naked bits are mine.

Which is good because I’m going to ruin the photographer when I find them. But if they’d shared more of Alice, I’d be ending their life, not just their career.

“What… I…” Alice croaks, and any stirring below my belt stops when it sounds like she might cry.

I step around her and crouch down, putting my face in front of hers.

A face that’s biting down on a smile.

She slaps a hand over her mouth just as a laugh bubbles out.

“You’re okay?” It’s a stupid question, but I ask it anyway.

Alice lifts a shoulder. “I should probably be more horrified than I am.”

“But?”

A peep of laughter slips out. “I can’t help but notice how good we look.”

I smirk. “They’re pretty hot photos.”

She nods, hand still over her mouth. “They are.”

I pull Alice into a hug. “I love you, Baby. And I promise I’ll take care of this.”