Dirty Pucker (Denver Bashers #2)

19. Ingrid

Chapter 19

Ingrid

I try my best to nod along with Luc Jean, but I have no idea what he’s saying.

That’s because the only thing I can focus on right now is how hot it was to have my hands all over Del’s naked body.

Luc Jean says something and laughs. I chuckle along with him, but the whole time my brain is replaying those minutes with Del…

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Del in his birthday suit. Just a handful of days ago, when I was trapped in the steam room with him and his towel fell off, I got an eyeful of his muscled form.

But that was a chaotic and hurried moment.

This photoshoot was completely different. I got to see Del oiled up and under photography lights, flexing and posing, looking like a marble statue come to life.

My hungry gaze took in every muscle, every line, every flawless plane of his body.

I got to see that gorgeous dick again.

Saliva pools in my mouth. I swallow and try not to choke.

His body is PERFECTION.

And I didn’t just get to look. I got to touch him.

My thighs quiver and my clit pulses when I think about how smooth his skin felt, how firm his muscles felt…

I tried my hardest to be professional. I silently reminded myself as I touched his body that this was an artistic project. That there was nothing sexual about what we were doing.

But I failed miserably.

Because all I could think about was ripping my clothes off and jumping his bones.

When Luc Jean directed me to run my nails along Del’s back, I almost passed out. One of my favorite things to do in bed is scrape my nails up and down a guy’s back when things get intense.

And my filthy brain was picturing Del on top of me in bed, driving me wild with that perfect cock of his and me shredding the hell out of his back as I screamed his name…

And now my panties are soaked and my pussy is throbbing. The only thing I want to do is run to the nearest bathroom or closet so I can touch myself until I come, so I can get all this filthy energy out of my system.

I instantly shove aside the thought. God, that’s so depraved, masturbating at a photography studio surrounded by total strangers. What is wrong with me?

I try to ignore just how hard my clit is pulsing at the thought of doing that…

“You did so well, Lovely Ingrid.” Luc Jean smiles. “I’m so happy you agreed to be part of the photos with Del.”

“I am too.”

I thank Luc Jean for the opportunity and walk over to the snacks table and pour myself an ice-cold glass of water. I need to cool off from all these hot and sexy thoughts.

I down the water, then walk out of the studio in the direction of the bathrooms.

I think back to that sexy look Del gave me when we were posed together, my nails digging into his back.

He was definitely into it. But the second Luc Jean ended the photoshoot, Del marched off without speaking. Like he switched right back into friend mode.

My shoulders sink when I think about how quickly he was able to shake off our sexually charged interaction.

But maybe that’s because he understands that was all for the photoshoot, and now that it’s over, he can act normal again.

Unlike me, a sexual deviant who’s forcing myself to chug ice water just to keep myself from running to the ladies’ room to touch myself at the thought of Del.

I sigh, annoyed at how I’m acting like a hormone-crazed teenager. As I turn the corner in the hallway, I almost run into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” I step to the side and bounce off the wall. The guy I nearly collided with grabs my arm and steadies me.

“Whoa, are you okay?”

I glance up and see a tall and muscular blond guy in a robe.

“Yeah, sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” I say.

He shakes his head before I even finish speaking. “No, it was my fault.” He steps back and smiles. “Are you here for the physique photoshoot too?”

“No, I’m not an athlete.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Really? You could have fooled me. You definitely look like one.”

I laugh. “I’ve never played any sports, ever.”

He smiles. “My mistake then.” He sticks out his hand. “I’m Owen. Pleasure to meet you.”

I shake his hand and smile at him. “I’m Ingrid. I was assisting Del Richards during his shoot earlier.”

His brow lifts slightly like he’s intrigued. “Del agreed to do this?”

I nod, wondering why he’s so surprised. “Yeah. Do you know him?”

“We play against each other sometimes. I’m a defenseman for the Las Vegas Bandits.”

“I do social media for the Bashers. We play you guys tomorrow.”

Owen grins. “Cool.” A beat later his gaze focuses on me. “Sorry, but you look familiar…” A second later he snaps and points at me. “Wait, are you Ingrid Thompson, the lifestyle influencer?”

My cheeks flush as I smile. “Yeah.”

“Oh man, I follow you on Instagram. I love your account. You travel to so many cool places. I booked a vacation at that new resort in Maui because your Instagram post about it made it look amazing.”

“What did you think? Did it live up to the hype?”

“And then some. That place was sweet. I didn’t want to go home.”

I laugh.

“So what other places are you traveling to?” Owen asks.

“Oh, I’m not doing that anymore. I’m focused on working for the Bashers.”

“That’s cool.” Owen flashes a suave smile. “Will you be at the game tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’ll be filming stuff for the team’s TikTok.”

“Hopefully I’ll see you there. And hey, it’s probably against the rules, but maybe we can film a TikTok together?”

“Hey.”

I hear Del’s voice up ahead. I peer around Owen and see Del back in his street clothes, frowning at us.

“Oh hey, Del,” Owen says as he turns around.

Del walks up to us and stands between Owen and me. He does it so abruptly that Owen moves back a few steps.

“So you met Owen, huh?” Del says as he looks at Owen.

Owen’s smile fades. He crosses his arms over his chest.

I look between them, noticing the tension in the air instantly. I guess they don’t like each other.

“Yeah, we just ran into each other a second ago,” I say.

I expect one of them to say something, but they just stare at each other.

Wow. This is awkward.

A moment later, Luc Jean’s assistant comes jogging down the hall to us.

“Mr. Crowley, Luc Jean is ready for you,” he says.

“I’ll be right there,” Owen says.

The assistant walks off, leaving the three of us standing there in silence. Del is unrelenting with his glare on Owen. Owen purses his lips, clearly annoyed.

When Owen looks at me, he flashes another smile. “I’d better get going.” He starts to walk off, but after a few steps, he spins around and starts walking backward while looking at me.

“You owe me a TikTok. Tomorrow, okay?” He winks at me before turning around.

“Yeah, maybe.” I chuckle.

When I look at Del, he’s still stone-faced.

“I’m guessing you two don’t like each other?” I ask.

“Not really,” he mutters.

I wait for him to say more, but he’s quiet.

A second later, he shakes his head. “Sorry. I guess that was kind of weird.”

My phone buzzes with a text from Alanna asking if I’m able to meet for an early lunch to go over some ideas for collaborations between me and the PR team. I text her sure and that I’m on my way to the restaurant she suggested.

“I have a meeting with Alanna.”

Del sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Thanks again for helping me out today. And, um, for your…help during my photoshoot.”

His cheeks turn rosy. He clears his throat.

“It was nothing. I had fun.”

He looks like he’s about to say something more, but he pulls his lips into his mouth. “Have a good meeting with Alanna. I’ll see you tomorrow at the game.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

He walks off. I pull up the rideshare app on my phone and request a ride to the restaurant where Alanna is. During the ride there, I think about that awkward tension between Del and Owen.