authorellenmint:

This one’s for @voidtakeyou who begged nicely for it.

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His phone should have been belching flames and burning
through his hand. Alistair wiped off his forehead, honestly expecting to
find sweat there as he read through her latest string of highly naughty
texts. How could she even put these things into words without
combusting on the spot?

Digging into his shoulder, he tried to think of a sexy
response. Then a witty one. As the seconds ticked by, her winking emoji
waiting for something Alistair settled for any response. “You wouldn’t
believe how hard I am.” Cheesy, but that was his repertoire, so he ended
it with a cheese emoji.

Her response was almost instantaneous, “Prove it.”

“Okay. Not certain how. Perhaps I can find myself a notary…”

“Take a pic, you idiot.”

The little blue box taunted him. Take a pic? A pic of…oh. Oh!

His thumbs poised above the screen, ready to unleash a
great joke at his expense when he whipped his head back to the living
room. Why not do as she asked? With his phone crammed in his teeth for
safe keeping, Alistair yanked off his belt. It and his jeans crashed to
the floor.

The boxers soon followed forming a trail of clothing
towards his living room. Good thing he lived on an upper floor apartment
or all the people walking past to the chemists would get a lovely view
of his ass right now.

Spitting out his phone, he yanked his shirt off over his
head, the last piece of the puzzle landing on the floor. Fully naked,
Alistair worked quick. With his handy twisty lamp acquired cheap out of a
box, he aimed the bottom light towards his leather couch. He tried to
balance his phone on the upturned lampshade but it kept falling down
into the bulb.

An idea struck him and with two rubber bands he tied his
phone up good onto the lampshade itself. There was a minor bending to
the shade, but his phone look unharmed. A bit ready for some naughty
rope play itself though.

Focus. He fluffed up his pillows, creating an incline for
his back. Hurling himself onto the couch. With one leg draped to the
floor, he eyed up his trouser-less anaconda — ready for its close-up and
then some — when he looked at the phone. The reverse image was showing
him a lovely view of the top of his head and the ceiling.

Leaping back to the lamp, he twisted it around. For a
beat, he made a rectangle with his fingers, trying to eye up the perfect
angle. There! Alistair arranged himself back on the couch when another
idea struck him. Fumbling for the coffee table, he yanked up a red rose
and placed it in his jaws.

What to do with the hands? Uh…

Put them behind his head! His elbows strained higher,
helping him to elongate his body and bring out all those muscley bits
she’d rave about. Flexed a few of them too.

It was perfect. Now just to…take this damn picture.

With a smile wrapped around the rose stem, Alistair raised
his foot higher off the couch. Just out of view of the camera he
fumbled with his reach. His thighs started to shake from the stretch,
the smile straining, when he finally bumped his big toe into the screen.
A still image of him, Red Dragon and all, froze on his phone.

He moved to sit up, intending to take a few more just in
case, when someone knocked on his door. Alistair spun on the couch, well
aware he was in the all-together. He expected the solicitors to move
on, maybe shove some menus under the gap, but the doorknob began to
turn.

Yelping, Alistair moved to jam a pillow over his
incriminating crotch area, when the door burst open to reveal the
goddess of his affections. She whipped her head around wildly as if
hunting for something. When her eyes landed upon him, nude and still
clinging to the pillow, she smiled.

Her hands already yanking off her top, she said, “You took too long.”