Free Loved by You by Victoria H. Smith

couldn’t care less about his opinion of us. That wasn’t his job or any of his business to inquire. Griffin came out and my annoyance with this new member of his team ebbed. I knew it was silly. It had only been like two days since we’d seen each other but my heart lifted. He had on a robe, a long one with his hair styled to perfection. His blond locks looked like that most days, but he definitely had some hands in it, as it wasn’t as messy as usual. It was probably time for a haircut but I liked it a little longer. He’d grown it out since college. Tonight, he had the lengthy strands slicked back, looking like a professional model in carnet and so handsome.
    The robe left when someone pulled it off him, and…
    “Wow.” I touched my throat, hoping the word didn’t come out too loud. I thought they’d have him in a suit. I mean, Armaniequaled suits right? I supposed they made other things, other items of clothing, but that’s not where my mind went when he told me about this particular deal he’d been contracted to do.
    The black boxer briefs hugged his sculpted thighs and round bottom. I could even see the V lines at his hips, his lower abs coming to rest at that Armani elastic band around them. My gaze flashed, and I covered my mouth how they made his, well, package look. Griffin wasn’t a small guy, anywhere , and these tight underwear only accentuated that.
    I hope his Gram doesn’t see this ad.
    “No suits?” I asked casually to Rich. Though I didn’t mind seeing him this way, he seemed a bit exposed. Rubbing his arm as he made it to the center of the empty set, a team of both men and women in black swarmed him. Making him lower his arms, they proceeded in covering him in shiny body oil. Literally every exposed inch of him from shoulders to toes. Hell, there were places I wasn’t sure I touched when we were intimate.
    “Nope, that was earlier.” Rich had his finger to his chin smiling ahead. “They wanted those photos done first. It’s their underwear line now. Perfection, right?” He looked at me.
    “Right,” I said though I wasn’t as confident as he. It didn’t feel like we were watching the same scene. Griffin wasn’t a shy guy and modeling was nothing new to him. He often did ads for swimwear, especially as we lived in the Sunshine State, but this felt different. I wouldn’t think anything like this would faze him either but I could sense his discomfort. He couldn’t seem to keep his arms to his sides, wanting to cover himself, or restlessly rubbing his neck, and I didn’t understand why. His gaze often kept wandering the set, and without thought, I inched out from behind the photographer. I waved my hand only slightly to get his attention.
    His eyes found me immediately.
    Lowering his arms, his lips lifted in the corner and I got to see that wonderful smile of his. But it didn’t last long as his attention went to the photographer.
    “Bring Rose out please,” the man said adjusting his camera as he waited.
    I didn’t have to ask Rich what was going on, or to ask who Rose was and where she was coming from because she was suddenly before me; before all of us in stiletto heels and extended limbs. With her length, she reminded me of one of those wacky inflatable tube people, the ones outside of the cellular stores that whipped around in the wind, but was by far more attractive. In fact, very attractive as she took all gazes on the set. Her tanned thighs moved with every step, not touching as I could very much see the space between them with what she didn’t wear. Her outfit-matched Griffin’s, very much bedroom wear in a lace bra and panties that painted her trim hips. The outfit so thin, I could see her nipples actually. She had flesh-toned pasties on them but pretty much the same thing.
    “I didn’t know there’d be another model.” And from the look of it, Griffin’s comfort level with the addition seemed to mirror everything I felt inside about her. They positioned Rose