37. Chapter 37
37
Miles
Moira’s reminder about Sunday brunch goes unanswered for the umpteenth weekend. I haven’t been since before Brody’s appointment with her. Sophie has taken up every extra thought I have, but I’m going to have to bite the bullet soon. It’s not that I don’t miss it, but I know I’m gonna catch shit for my absences.
It’s been a week since I’ve physically seen Sophie. Not a day goes by when we don’t exchange texts and voice memos, but I haven’t held her in my arms in a week. By Sunday, I’m chomping at the bit just to feel her skin on mine.
She suggests doing a live session together.
“This’ll be a change.”
Sophie steps through the front door with a grin.
“Because we haven’t performed live together or because we haven’t filmed here?”
“Both.” She shrugs and allows me to lead the way. “Where’s Brody?”
“Locked in his room.”
“Still trying to find my ex?” The guilt is evident in her voice, though it shouldn’t be there at all.
“He’s worried about you.” We come to a stop in front of the open doorway to my studio and I wave her in first. “Here we are. It’s not much, but-”
“It’s perfect,” Sophie interrupts, her eyes sweeping the room while mine take her in. She wore leggings today, despite the heat, and they hug every single curve of her voluptuous body. I cannot wait to get my hands on her.
There’s a queen-size bed in the center of the room with black sheets. I have a restraint system beneath the mattress and the cuffs are hanging down at each corner. The frame is black metal, thin enough to attach ropes to, but sturdy enough to steady oneself on. There’s an oversized lounge chair in the corner, but it doesn’t get used much. Besides those two pieces of furniture, there’s a small table on either side of the bed and two huge studio lights sitting to one side, turned off. I haven’t moved them because I’m not sure how we’re going to set things up just yet. My tripod is extended to its full height next to the lights and a small, foldable TV tray is leaning up against the wall by the door.
Sophie pulls out her laptop since we’re using her account for this event and I help her set it up next to the bed so that we can see chats and tips spent as they come through. I set up the webcam on my tripod before Sophie and I decide where the studio lights should go.
After flipping on the second light, I turn to find that Sophie is stripping out of her public-appropriate clothes. A minute later, two light blue scraps of lace are all that cover her breasts and the spot between her legs, but the back of the thong is swallowed by her ass. I want to drop to my knees and beg to taste her, but we’ve got a job to do and a schedule to keep.