didn’t like what happened to my blood pressure when I imagined that scenario, though.
Jesse laughed softly and tossed the phone aside. “Styling is a thing, yeah. And filming, too.”
His voice was a drowsy murmur that tickled the side of my shoulder. “It sounds fun in theory, but honestly? I don’t think I want a wild life like that.”
“What do you want?”
“Simple, I guess. I want to cook. Have my own place. Eventually have someone I love who loves me back. You? I don’t think I’ve ever asked.”
“Same.”
He rubbed the scruff on his chin against my skin and laughed. “You want to cook, too? You’ve been holding out on me, asshole.”
I thumped him on the crown of his head. “You can keep the cooking. I’ll stand by with a weight loss plan and gym routine.”
“Mmmm, that doesn’t sound too bad. Maybe your gym can be near my restaurant. We can have an understanding. Special discounts. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. That type of thing. Speaking of…how about you—yeahhhhhh. That’s what I’m talking about.”
25
Sam
I’d watched twenty-seven “stuck-in-a-dryer” scenes in preparation for ours, and Jesse had been right: there was one for every pairing possible.
But regardless of how prepared I thought I was, I still almost dropped the laundry basket I was carrying under one arm when I pushed open the door to our laundry room and found Jesse on his knees with his arms and head inside the dryer.
“I hear you snickering.” His petulant accusation made me grin. “Did you already hit Record?”
“I did. I can edit this out.” I cracked up when he waggled his ass at me. “You’re gonna have to stop that, though.” His chuckle echoed through the dryer as I set down the laundry basket and aimed the camera at his backside. “What’d I tell you about sticking your head in dark holes?”
“Godammit, Sam.” Jesse snaked an arm out of the dryer to flip me off.
I caught it and bent over to bite the tip of his finger. “All right, all right,” I relented. “Let’s start again.” I backed up a couple of steps. “You look like you need a little help there, huh?” I drawled. I’d noticed recently that our on-camera back-and-forth had felt a lot more natural. We still had a basic idea of where we were going, but otherwise we played off each other a lot, which ended up being way sexier to me than trying to stick tightly to a script. Subscribers had noticed and appreciated it, too.
“I was trying to get this sock that was stuck, and then I got stuck, too!” Jesse sounded so convincingly offended by his predicament that I almost started laughing all over again.
“Uh-huh, you’re in a real pickle.” I panned the camera down his body to his perky little ass poking up in the air, then shifted the camera to the bulge in my jeans that’d formed the second he’d shaken his rump in my direction. Some things were just instinctive by now.
“So you think you could help me get out? I’d owe you big.”
“Owe me big, huh? What do you have in mind?” I fiddled with the legs on our bendable tripod and got it set up so the camera would catch Jesse from his waist down.
I pointed the other handheld camera we’d gotten a while back down at my crotch as I rubbed the heel of my palm up and down my erection, resenting the cameras a little bit, honestly, because I was really fucking turned on and didn’t necessarily want to think about camera angles and focusing issues; I just wanted to indulge in this fantasy with Jesse.
But then again, if it weren’t for the cameras, I supposed he wouldn’t be here in the first place.
“Whatever you want. Is there something you want?” Jesse’s voice took on a breathy quality that could’ve been for show, but I didn’t care. It was definitely working. “You help me out of here, and then I’ll give you whatever you want.”
A harsh intake of breath sounded as I reached down and dipped my fingers just inside the waistband of his jeans, skimming along the top of his ass and loving the goose bumps that lifted on his skin as a result. “I think I’ve got a better idea.” I snapped the waistband of his underwear against him lightly. “I think I’m gonna take what I want first, and then I’ll help you out. How does that sound?”
He cursed softly as I caressed a hand over his ass,