“Shit!” I hiss, jumping off my stool before the scalding liquid can hit my bare skin. I grab some napkins and sop up the mess, folding the ruined papers into a ball. Ally rushes over with a dishtowel just seconds after Evan’s face is marred beyond recognition.

“It’s ok,” she says, drying the countertop while I discard the mess. “I’ll get you another cup.”

“No,” I reply, coming up behind her. I kiss her neck, while my hands snake up the oversized sweatshirt that stops at the middle of her thighs. “You sit. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Evan may play a doting husband in front of the cameras, but I’m the one putting cream and sugar in Ally’s coffee. I’m the one serving her breakfast, even feeding it to her while her smooth, bare legs rest in my lap. And I’ll be the one spreading her body out on my kitchen breakfast bar and covering her swollen sex with mouth while she chants my name like a prayer.

Ally may be Evan’s by law, but she’s mine by nature. And in a battle between lions, no one gives a fuck about what’s lawful. It’s all brute strength, cunning and instinct. Three things I’ve utilized my entire life to survive.

WE’RE SITTING ON the couch, kissing like horny teenagers, while the TV plays in the background. Ally insisted she borrow a pair of boxers before sitting down, although I was more than happy to let her scent permeate the butter-soft leather.

“So what do you want to do?” she asks, straddling my lap.

I nudge my hips forward so that the hardened bulge under my thin pants presses against her mound. “I can come up with a few things.”

She rolls her eyes and purses her lips, stifling a smile. “I’m sure you could. But seriously. Let’s do something fun.”

“Like what?”

Ally reaches over to grab my phone, and I nearly jump out of my skin. However, she doesn’t slide the unlock icon, and instead pulls up the camera.

“Smile,” she says, taking the picture before I can react.

I grab her by the hips and tip my head to the side. “What are you doing?”

“Taking home a souvenir. I’m going to send these pics to myself. Come on, give me something I can work with.” The whir of the camera sounds three more times as she takes shots of my face, chest and abs.

“Mmmm, very nice. This’ll do nicely in my spank bank.” I snatch the phone away before she can get another candid shot of me, causing her to protest. “Hey! I wasn’t done yet!”

“My turn for a souvenir,” I reply, turning the camera on her. She instantly covers her face with her hands.

“Are you crazy? That’s exactly what I don’tneed. Half-nakey pics of the sullied socialite while she vacations alone with an unknown man.The tabloids will spin it to make it look like I was spread eagle on the couch, sucking a cherry red lollipop while making a sex tape.”

“Now that’s an idea,” I smirk, the visual in my head making my mouth water.

“I am notpulling a Kim Kardashian, Drake. So hand it over.”

I snap a pic of her lips pressed in a hard line and her hand extended. “Ally, these are only for me. For my pleasure. I’d kill someone before I share these photos. I just want to be able to look at you…always. If I can’t keep you, at least let me have this.”

Her gaze falls to her knotted fingers resting against my stomach, and she sucks in her bottom lip. “Ok.” Her eyes find mine, and she gives me a solemn smile. “Ok, you can have this.”

I capture images of her looking at me through those sad, peculiar eyes. A wisp of red unravels from her bun, and I take the opportunity to snap a photo of her tucking it behind her ear, her gaze far away and thoughtful.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, studying her through the lens.

“How I can’t remember ever having this much fun. And being this happy. And how I’m terrified of what the future holds.”

Tears collect along the rims of her eyes, and I stroke her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t think about that right now. Let’s just keep having fun and being free. Let’s be happy together for now and not think about tomorrow.”

I kiss her hungrily, snapping an erotic selfie of the moment. In another place, at another time, it’d be my Homescreen. And Ally…Ally would be the first number on my Favorites contact list. And when she would call me to tell me about her day, or relay a funny story, or just to say that she’ll be coming home to me soon, her infectious, smiling face would light up the screen, those cyan eyes sparkling like the brightest, boldest stars in the sky.

She pulls away just enough to bring her body into the frame, a mischievous smile on her lips. The naughty little minx is back, and I have every intention of capturing her and never letting her go.

“Take your shirt off,” I command, my eyes fixed on the screen displaying her blush.

“What?”

“Your shirt. Lose it. I need a little something for my spank bank too.”

She tugs at the hem of the sweatshirt, revealing just a peek of skin. “I swear to God, Justice, if you show anybody-”

“Trust me, Ally. You trust me. Remember?”

“Yeah,” she nods. “I do.” And with that, the sweatshirt slides over her torso and is on the floor, her beautiful breasts just inches from my hungry mouth.

Ally covers her chest with her hands and looks away. “I look ridiculous, don’t I? You’re used to Big Boobs McGee shaking her Double Ds in your face. And here I am…the rack of a twelve year old. I’m practically a husky boy with moobs.”

The camera whirs again, before I lower it, so Ally can see the seriousness etched on my face. “Please don’t ruin this for me by comparing yourself to a boy. Or any adolescent for that matter. What did I teach you, Ally? Sex appeal isn’t about having big tits or a round ass. It’s not about your dress size or even how skimpy your clothing is. It starts inside here.” I graze her temple gently, and Ally shivers under my touch. Then I trail my fingers to her chest, prying her fingers from her breasts. “And here,” I say, splaying my hand over her heart. “Here, Ally. If you feel sexy, you’ll be sexy. If you believe it, so will I.”

When her hands are balled at her sides, I resume my intensive study of her body. I zoom in on the cluster of freckles on her nose, and the tiny mole on her left breast. The heart shape of her lips, the bottom one just a fraction bigger than the top, giving her a permanent pout. The way her waist appears so small and narrow, yet solid enough that I’m not afraid of breaking her when I’m inside of her to the root.

Ally is art. She may appear simple and understated to the untrained eye, but to me, she’s a rare, exotic piece that should be cherished and appreciated.

“Lift your chin,” I instruct, recording the image of her slender neck.

“I better not see Mary Kate and Ashley on the internet, buddy.”

“Mary Kate and Ashley?”

“Yeah. My girls,” she says gesturing between her breasts. “Small, maybe a little sad, but cute.”

I lean over and cover her left one with my mouth. “Who is this?”

“Ooooh. That’s Mary Kate. She’s the smaller, perky one.”

I move my tongue to the right one, flicking the nipple before sucking it entirely into my mouth. “So this one must be Ashley.”

“Yeah,” she answers with a gasp. “Which one do you like best?”

I toss my phone aside, and it tumbles from the couch with a clatter. I don’t even care. Not when both of her breasts are in my hands, pressed together so both nipples stand erect to me. “I don’t know. I need to taste them both.”

Ally’s eyes flutter closed as I thoroughly suck and bite the pebbled skin, careful to shower each one with equal attention. She moans my name and rocks her hips, running her cotton-sheathed sex over my bulging erection. I can almost feel the small wet spot saturating her borrowed boxers, through my pajama pants.

“I need to be inside of you,” I say against her heated skin. “Right now, baby. I need to fill you right now.”