Our Pup (Our Love #1) Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Our Love Series by M.A. Innes
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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Lane said we might even get my Play-Doh out once we sobered up, but I wasn’t sure he’d actually follow through with that.

“What did you do?” Lane leaned forward, looking like he was trying not to giggle. “You were hiding at the party.”

“Something dirty.” My response made it impossible to keep a blank face, and Lane laughed so hard he tipped back over on the floor.

Emerson pouted, but it wasn’t believable at all. “I don’t know why—”

He had to stop the lie when Lane and I both snickered and shook our heads. “Fine.”

Now we were getting somewhere, so I pushed the box of pizza toward him and took a sip of the slushy thing Lane had made when we’d first arrived. We probably didn’t need it, but it was a sleepover and that needed pizza.

As Emerson picked up a slice, he sighed and stared down at it like it held the secrets of the universe. “I don’t know what I should do. Yesterday there was a meeting. Preston and Roman hooked me up with an outside modeling gig for corsets…but there’s a catch.”

He looked down at his lap and sighed again. “A medium-sized one.”

Oh.

It was something fun.

Lane got that too because he started laughing so hard again, he had to put down his slushy. “Roman…and Preston…probably Eli…”

He wasn’t making any sense at all, but Emerson didn’t need sense…he needed to confess his dirty sins.

“They wouldn’t have pimped you out, so what does the job actually entail?” Corsets? Probably showing off how sexy Emerson would look in them…maybe something femme instead of a really masculine-looking corset?

Emerson huffed and took a huge bite of the slice to get out of answering…inadvertently proving he could deep-throat without gagging.

Lane found it hilarious and started snickering again, but he managed to breathe enough to get out a sentence this time. “It’s the artist guy, isn’t it? The sexy one?”

Emerson nodded, shoving another bite in his mouth instead of answering in actual words.

“Wait? How did I miss this?” Artist guy? “Who is it?”

Emerson waved his hand at Lane and took another bite, which Lane gleefully took to mean he was supposed to tell the story. “He came in during one of the shoots about a month ago. He knows Eli and Preston…probably Roman too.”

Lane looked delighted to be able to tell us all about him, so I knew the guy had really made an impression. “He’s this big sexy bear who looks like a biker and does custom corsets and stuff like that. Nothing mass market, but they’re talking about doing a limited line of them next year.”

I looked over to make sure this was the guy Emerson was talking about and when he shoved the last of the crust in his mouth and flopped back on the floor, I knew Lane was right. “Is he scary bear or sexy bear?”

Lane shivered. “Both…like my sweetie but…but more.”

Oh goodie.

That’d be right up Emerson’s alley.

I was starting to see why he was being so dramatic.

I might like sweet guys like Bishop, but Emerson liked wicked Doms that would ask him to do wonderfully embarrassing things.

That just sounded stressful to me.

“What are you supposed to do?” I still wasn’t sure exactly what the problem was or why his erection would be coming into play, so I had a feeling we hadn’t heard everything about this meeting yet.

Emerson groaned from the floor, but as I leaned over the coffee table, he started his confession. “Roman and Preston asked me into a meeting yesterday. They wanted to tell me about a side job they said they thought I would be perfect for, but they were weird, and Preston was rambling about trying to be professional.”

That had our eyes going wide. Lane and I both knew that Preston didn’t do awkward or rambling. He was a professional in every sense of the word because he wanted to make sure everyone always felt comfortable and safe at L and L.

So for him to have been uncomfortable, it really said something.

I just wasn’t sure what.

I was starting to think we should’ve been sober for this discussion.

Taking another deep breath, Emerson threw his hands up and sighed. “It was awkward, but Roman finally spelled it out. The corset guy wanted someone to model the line, but he wants it to be erotic, and well, kind of kinky?”

Now we were getting somewhere.

This was starting to sound like it would be right up Emerson’s alley as long as the guy wasn’t bad weird.

“That sounds perfect for you. What’s the problem?” That might’ve come out a bit too excited because he made another dramatic sound and started mumbling something about him losing his mind.

When Lane and I just waited, Emerson finally answered after he stopped his frustrated mumbling as he stared up at the ceiling. “I might’ve said I’d think about it? And instead of active modeling like we do at L and L, he wants something a bit closer to a mannequin…or maybe a living sex doll?”


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