Chapter Fourteen

They sat on the atrium floor together, huddled close and swaddled in blankets Krystal had thoughtfully provided, thumbing through the photos on her digital camera.

“Oh, this one’s a shoo-in for my next exhibition.” Lita snuggled into Cole's shoulder, jabbing at the small screen. “Kai Ming Shou is rearing to pounce as I arch my back, and there’s no sign of us actually fucking. Add it to the favorites folder, boo.”

“Adding it to the favorites.” He agreed, navigating the menu.

“They can’t all be favorites.” Krystal objected, pressing warmly into Cole’s other side. “You’re only selecting the sex shots. The gallery owners will think you’re peddling pornography.”

“It’s about expression and evoking a visceral response from the viewer,” Lita argued. “They need to feel the emotion. Taste the passion. There’s no genitalia showing… we’re safe.”

“Yeah, like they’ll totally believe the O-face you made in this pic is fake.”

“That’s the genius behind it! Nobody will know for sure. They’ll scrutinize and ruminate, never certain but constantly questioning. It’s provocative.”

“I’m just thankful I put down the camera before things got seriously hot and heavy, girlfriend. Otherwise, you’d be creaming yourself right now over shots of Cole’s donkey dick jamming you full.”

“I kinda wish you hadn’t…”

Cole let their comfortable banter pass him by. Everyone was obviously pleased with the outcome of their joint project, and he felt closer to both women because of the intimacy they shared.

Lita’s submissive side had come as a surprise, the feisty blonde normally presented as confident and brash. But after unlocking her hidden kink, he could understand how letting go of the thorny shell and allowing someone else–someone she trusted–to take control might come as a relief.

Nobody could act tough all the time without going a little bonkers from the stress, and he was grateful for the chance to help her even if she’d gone a tad mental at the end there.

“These are all fantastic. The play of light and shadow is exceptional, babe.” Cole remarked, playfully shoulder-bumping his older lover. “You should have told me about your photography sooner. These shots put my portraits to shame.”

“Not hardly. Don’t sell yourself short,” Krystal admonished. However, she sounded pleased at the praise, grabbing a nearby backpack. There was the clinking of glass. “It’s still early, but we should celebrate and toast to our future success… wherever this crazy journey takes us.”

She held up a bottle of amber liquor and three glasses. Cole’s eyes were the size of saucers when he recognized the label. Lita laughed at his awe-struck expression.

“Wait, is that what I think it is?”

“My bottle of the Lagavulin Offerman edition oak cask single malt.” Krystal’s grin was positively devilish. “The one I had stashed away for a special occasion, stud. Your exceptional performance this morning more than qualifies.”

Cole couldn’t imagine a more dazzling sight than the half-naked goddess proffering a bottle of finest scotch. He immediately began to stiffen again, making both ladies gasp.

“I won’t say no to a small glass before the encore, babe.”

End of Part Two

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