Rock Reclaimed (Rock Revenge Trilogy 2)

“What do I need to pack?” I shrugged out of my dress and grabbed one of my smocks.

“You and whatever gear you need to do the job for Sabrina. Oh, and maybe clothes. Though I do prefer you in just one of those painting shirts you like to wear.”

“Do you have a camera here?”

“Not yet.”

“Funny.” I shook my head and dumped my dress in my hamper in my bathroom. “I just put one on.”

“You’re really working?”

“Damn right I am. Since someone is taking me away from my studio for a weekend, I need to finish this.”

“She-devil. You used me for my voice and now it’s see ya, thanks for the orgasm.”

“Correct.”

He sighed. “It’s a bit of a drive, so probably around seven.”

I sighed. “Okay. I’ll be ready.”

“How am I supposed to sleep now? I’m all wired. Don’t you want to help a guy out?”

“Sorry. I’m done with you, sir.”

“Ouch.” But he was laughing. “Happy working, Zoe. Dream of me.”

He hung up and I couldn’t stop smiling at my phone.

I opened the top three buttons on my smock. I raised my phone and adjusted the smock off my shoulder enough so he could see the shadow of my nipple through the cami. I made an exaggerated kissy face and snapped a picture.

Before I could chicken out, I sent it through with a text.

Only if you dream of me first.

Twenty-One

Rushing around my studio seemed to be the natural state of affairs for me lately. Since I actually had to take pictures that could be used by more than me as an artistic endeavor, I unearthed my SLR and a few lenses. The rest of my gear was already together since I didn’t use it that much.

I really did prefer the Polaroids. So much that I packed Lucy as well as one of my backups, Dino. I added a shit ton of cartridges to my bag. Enough that I had to work at the zipper and prayed it wouldn’t bust open.

My phone buzzed in my pocket just as Ian walked in the door.

“Dude, seriously?”

“What? I texted.” He closed the door.

“You broke in again.” I shouldn’t be surprised. He’d found a way in my building without me letting him in since the start of…whatever this was between us.

“Well, it’s not really breaking in when I know the code now, right?”

I dragged my camera bag off my bed. “Felon.”

“Your felon.” He crossed to me and hooked his arm around my waist. He seemed off. Like something was weighing on him. When he lowered his mouth to mine, I had a flash of his woodsmoke scent. This time it was laced with actual cigarettes, but his mouth was minty fresh.

I went up on my toes to get closer to him, my breasts crushed to his hard chest. I sank my fingers into all that glorious hair. It was still damp from his shower and the curls slipped around my wrists and over my forearms. I boosted myself up to wrap my legs around his waist.

He gripped my ass and groaned into my mouth. There he was. The teasing sparkle glinted in his stormy eyes. “Did you dream of me?”