Page 38 of Cabin Clause

“Twelve photos of what I do best,” she responds, tone mischievous. “Merry Christmas, baby.” She leans in and pecks my lips, pulling back slowly, and then I kiss her again. “These are for your eyes only.”

“Merry Christmas to me, indeed.” I insert the reel into the empty slot and, using the small lever on the side, I press my finger down until it clicks.

My pulse quickens. Charlotte’s completely naked with only a Christmas present between her legs, red heels and a Santa hat. I recall the night she took this photo. I’ve never been so envious of a wrapped box.

I click the lever again, heat rising in my cheeks. Her hungry eyes stare back as lace paints her skin. She’s lying on silk sheets, her ass high in the air, a spreader bar attached to her ankles.

My breathing turns shallow. I’m three photos in and I’m ready to get on her naughty list. “Babe, these are?—”

“Keep going.”

I click through to the next one. A small moan falls from my lips. Charlotte’s in a steamy shower, damp hair flowing down hershoulders, her perfect breasts firmly pressed against the fogged glass.

Each photo gets more erotic, causing my head to spin with desire. Number seven weakens my knees. She’s sitting on a sex swing wearing black thigh-high boots. Her white lace panties are pushed to the side, her two fingers buried in her pussy.

Fuck. I’m so wet. I can hardly breathe by the time I reach the end. I look up and see her smirk. “Where’s number twelve?”

“You’ll get that one later.” Her lips brush against my ear. “It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”

I rest the View-Master in my lap and cup her chin. I plant a tender kiss on her lips, savoring every second. “You always are.”