Chapter 17 #2
“Wait, was that a fuck yes to selling or a fuck yes to me spreading your legs?”
“Both.” He chuckles.
I press kisses along his inner thigh and move up toward his aching cock. “Should I email her?”
“Yes.” He swallows hard, then lifts my chin with his finger.
“Let me finish this conversation before you finish me.” He takes another breath and then says, “Email her with the idea that you could make more of these prints in different poses and fantasies, and she can sell them in bundles. Trust me, she’d make a fortune. ”
I sit back on my legs and say, “That’s a good idea. Yeah, I think I will email her.”
“Good.” He cups my cheek. “I’m proud of you, Wylie.”
I smile up at him, then bring my mouth to the head of his cock where I swirl my tongue around the tip.
He sinks deeper into the chair, and his muscles contract as I pleasure him with my mouth. The entire time, I can’t help but think how lucky I am that my dad set this up. Little does he know, he set me up with the man of my dreams.
I reread my email for the tenth time, making sure my proposal makes sense.
After getting Levi off and him getting me off in return, we talked about what other images I could draw.
I’ve been working tirelessly over those.
I did one of her with her legs spread, completely naked, and her fingers playing with her clit while the other hand pinched her nipple.
Levi really liked that one—it was his idea after all—and then he made me mimic the pose last night while we were FaceTiming.
He had me angle the camera down and made me play with myself while he did the same.
I’d much prefer for him to be here, but I’ll be honest, my orgasm tore through me faster than I expected.
And when he’s not home, he makes me sleep in his bed, which I also love because it smells like him and reminds me of him.
The other drawing we decided on was of Patty wearing a white button-up business shirt and nothing else.
She’s pressed up against the wall, holding the bottom of the dress shirt up to show off her ass, while the top hangs off her shoulder, exposing one of her breasts.
That’s my favorite because there’s mystery but also, it’s tasteful. A tease.
And now that the images are done, I’m ready to send them.
Or am I?
I glance down at the time. Levi should still be in the hotel, so I call him.
He answers on the first ring.
The first thing I see is his abs with a towel wrapped around his waist. Then he comes more into view as he props his phone up and leans one hand against the bathroom counter, the other brushing his teeth.
“Hey, babe,” he says before spitting his toothpaste in the sink. “You’re up really early.”
“I sleep better when you’re here, and I have a lot on my mind.”
“What’s going on?” he asks before leaning down to look at me.
And there he is.
In his handsome glory, hair wet, eyes bright, ready to listen.
“I think I’m ready to send the email to Patty.”
“I thought you sent it already,” he says.
“I made some adjustments this morning. Just minor tweaks after you read it last night. I’m second-guessing everything.”
“Don’t. And what’s the worst that can happen?
She says no? Then we move on to the next idea, which I wanted to talk to you about.
” He picks up the phone and moves over to his bed.
“Had dinner with the boys last night, and Halsey was telling us how his favorite author, W.J. Preston, put out a search for illustrators.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah, Halsey was excited about it because it seems like the author is looking to include illustrations in some of his books. Got me thinking. You should enter. I looked it up last night but didn’t want to bother you because I knew you were working on this email.
He gave prompts of what he’s looking for, and I think it might be fun for you.
There’s also another author on the entry form as well.
A romance writer. Rylee Ryan. Have you heard of her? ”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Well, she’s looking to do the same thing, and they’re teaming up. Anyway, I’ll send you the link. I think the romance author is looking for more of a Patty Ford style, whereas W.J. Preston is looking for murder.”
I chuckle. “I’ll do both, I don’t care. Oh my God, Levi, you are amazing.” I press my hand to my heart. “Seriously, thank you.”
“Anything for you, babe.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I have to go. I have to meet the team in ten minutes. But send the email. I know she’ll love the pictures and the ideas you have. You’ve got this, babe.”
“Thank you, Levi.”
He winks. “Talk tonight.”
And then he hangs up.
I lean back in my chair and stare up at the ceiling.
You’ve got this.
I turn back to my computer just as a text comes through my phone.
Levi: Here’s the link. Proud of you, Wylie. 3
I smile down at his text, and with my phone pressed to my heart, I send the email to Patty Ford. Now, only time will tell.
Meanwhile, I might as well check out this link and see what other types of work I can put out there.
“These are incredible,” Sandie says as we sit on the couch with bowls of ice cream on our laps. “Like . . . can you send these to me? I want to show Dale.”
I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Oh yeah?”
Sandie’s cheeks blush. “Well, I was telling him about Patty Ford the other day and how you were drawing pictures for her. He had no idea who I was talking about, so I showed him, and well, one thing led to another.”
I press my hand to my chest. “Sandie, did you and Dale get off to Patty Ford?”
“We did.” She winces. “And oh my God, it was so much fun.”
“See, she’s fun for everyone.”
“She really is.” Sandie sets my iPad down. “So you haven’t heard anything yet?”
“Not yet,” I say, “but I figure it will take some time. I don’t expect a response right away, especially since it was a cold call and not what she was asking for.
She might just hate the idea altogether.
But I have been working on those illustration entries for those authors.
I think Levi was right. I might be a better fit for the romance author.
He was helping me think up some different angles to draw last night. ”
Sandie lifts her spoon to her mouth. “He seems . . . amazing. Every time you talk about him, he’s either doing something incredibly sweet for you, or helping you, encouraging you. I’m crushing, and he’s not even my boyfriend.”
I bring my knees into my chest and say, “Sandie, I’ve never been treated like this before.
He’s so different from any man I’ve ever had in my life.
And we’re not just talking about the sex, that’s a definite plus, obviously, but the way he treats me, the things he says to me. He makes me feel special.”
Sandie tilts her head and smiles. “That makes me happy, Wylie. You deserve someone like him.”
“I do,” I say.
“Are you worried at all what your dad might say?”
“I’ve honestly put it to the back of my mind because I don’t want to think about it.
I don’t want to think about him. I haven’t talked to him in a while, and it’s not from a lack of trying on my end.
I’ve sent him a few texts, and he hasn’t responded.
I know he’s busy with the team, and they’ve been off and on with wins, so he’s probably stressed and finding a way to level out the team, but .
. . yeah, there hasn’t been much communication.
” I shrug. “And I’m starting to see that I’m okay with that.
Levi is showing me that I don’t need to win the man’s affection.
He either loves me for who I am, or he can miss out on the great things I’m going to do.
” I had been ruminating on this a lot after Levi first asked me if it would really matter to my life if my dad didn’t approve of my life choices.
And it was a healthy wake-up call that if he can’t believe in me, can’t acknowledge that I want to be on a different trajectory, that I’m okay with that.
His validation just doesn’t have the same desired effect as say Levi’s or Sandie’s. I feel freer to be me.
Sandie reaches out and rests her hand on my knee. “Oh my God, look at you. He is seriously good for you.”
“He is,” I say, feeling my cheeks blush. “I think he’s it for me, Sandie.”
“Yeah?” she asks, her hope soaring. “Like . . . you could possibly love him?”
I nod. “Yes. I’m easily falling for him. I don’t see how I can’t. He’s just . . . he’s perfect.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head. “Never would have seen this coming, but I don’t think I could be happier.” She scoops up some ice cream and plops it in her mouth just as my phone buzzes. I glance down at it and see that it’s Levi.
“Speak of the devil.” I answer the phone. “Hey, you,” I say.
“Babe, I need to see that pussy. Undress and grab a toy. I want you coming in seconds.”
Sandie snorts and covers her nose.
I smile at Levi and say, “Uh, my friend Sandie is here with me.”
I turn the phone toward Sandie who waves at him before I turn it back. The look on Levi’s face is priceless.
“I might have to wait to undress unless Sandie wants a show.”
“I prefer not to be here when you undress,” Sandie says.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. Uh, sorry, Sandie. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too,” Sandie says. “Thanks for being amazing to my girl.”
I turn the phone so Levi can look at Sandie when he answers. “No need to thank me, although, I do have a bone to pick with you. That whole stunt you pulled with Wylie, having her walk around in your shirt that was too small. That nearly killed me.”
Sandie casually shrugs. “Don’t mess with my girl, and we won’t mess with you.”
“Lesson learned.”
We all laugh, and I turn the phone back toward me. “I know I didn’t ask, but is it okay that she came over?”
His brow pinches. “Wylie, you don’t have to ask for permission. That’s our apartment. Do what you want, just don’t do anyone else.”
“That’s fair,” Sandie says. Our apartment. Shit. Ours... Yes, I want that.