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I’m more than willing to be his dirty little secret if he’s going to continue delivering mind-altering orgasms on the regular.

Man, I am such a whore.

RoughingTheModel: I like him. He makes me smile, and I don’t do that very often.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, giddy with excitement.

I make Cooper Nash smile.

Me.

I just about manage not to squeal in delight.

Instead, I reach for my hazelnut iced mocha and take a sip in the hope it cools me down.

Goddamn it, Cooper. Why have you got to be out of town tonight?

I would give you the best head of your life if you were here.

HotScore: That’s awesome. I’m happy for you.

And very, very happy for me.

HotScore: Does this mean your model position has been filled?

RoughingTheModel: Sadly, yeah. You definitely inspired me though.

HotScore: Well, if you ever need some more, you know where I am.

It’s weird; I shouldn’t be feeling sad that my relationship with my mystery online man is over when I’m in a real relationship with the man himself. But I’ve enjoyed our anonymous chats and our sexting, even if it wasn’t entirely anonymous recently.

RoughingTheModel: I’ll remember that.

I tap out of the app and open my messages, finding my thread with Cooper.

Garrett: Was your flight okay?

DMan: Yeah, about as good as they ever get. Rovvy didn’t shut up the entire time. He did a photoshoot with Mabel yesterday, and he insisted I had to look at every single photo. Even the shit ones.

A laugh bursts out of me, earning me another glare from the guy next to me.

Yes, I’m weird. Get over it already.

Garrett: Oh my god, I would have LOVED to have seen your face as you tried to look interested.

DMan: I was for the first five photos. Mabel looked cute in a pink bowtie and top hat. But when he started dressing her as a unicorn, I just about lost the will to live.

Garrett: Aw, I bet she was adorable.

Garrett: I hope you didn’t get your cell out and start sharing the photos you’ve taken recently…

DMan: Oh hell no. Those babies are for my personal collection only.

Fire bursts through me at the thought of him opening that private folder and enjoying the shots he’s taken of us during our time together.

I’ve never let anyone else take photos of me during sex. Sure, I’ve sent plenty of filthy pictures of myself over the years, but I’ve never let a guy I’m fucking do it.

The second Cooper looked like he wanted to, it was a kneejerk reaction to allow him.