Legendary Daddy, Mia Monroe [romantic books to read .txt] 📗

I expected it to be. The camera was angled perfectly to keep my face out of it and the focus on Legend. He looks fucking amazing, and it has this stunning voyeuristic quality to it like the viewer is witnessing something meant to be private. Which is exactly what it was.

When I look up at Legend, his face is tight. “Is something wrong, Daddy?”

“No, baby. It’s just...beautiful.”

Then it hits me. He misses it. “It is.”

He kisses my temple. “Let’s get home and have some dinner, huh?”

“Yes.”

As we finish packing up, my thoughts are on Legend. Somehow I have to convince him to perform again. I just have to.

I can’t believe how much has changed in a month.

I’ve been filming two or three scenes a day for the last three weeks as news has spread about me. Suddenly, actors are calling me. We have enough scenes now to officially launch the website, which Finn did three days ago. He’s been writing my content and setting up my website with an unexpected helper. Ramos took to the technology side of this stuff like he’s been doing it forever. He had nothing but time while recovering, and he used it to learn as much as he could about website programming. We’re a motley crew quickly becoming a dream team.

I’m not sure what I was expecting exactly, but the website subscriptions blew up. Finn has been building interest on social media, and my actors had been teasing scenes on their own platforms. We’re still playing with the contest idea, but there’s a lot of interest in what we’re doing here, and I haven’t even name-dropped Legend.

Legend insisted on a champagne toast to celebrate our one-thousandth subscriber. Matteo, Finn, Ramos, and Matteo’s new assistant, Preston, gather around our kitchen island. I steal glances at my handsome Daddy, knowing I have something special for him a little later.

Later that afternoon, I lead Legend to our bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed, gazing at me with affection and anticipation.

“I made something for us.”

He nods. “Okay. Show me.”

I grab the laptop off the dresser and open it to the private page I created on OnlyFans. We’re the only ones who can see it, I triple-checked the privacy settings, but after editing, it was just too good to leave it unseen by Legend.

I walk over to him and set it in his lap before hitting play. He focuses on the screen, his face softening when he realizes what it is. The scene we filmed together comes to life on the screen. It’s intimate and sexy.

As it starts, it feels like the camera is seducing Legend. He’s so beautiful and comfortable in front of the camera. He was made for it. His hand moves to my back as he watches. When I enter the scene, my body heats from the memory and visual stimulation. It’s so gorgeous.

“Do you still think you’re not talent material?” Legend asks softly. “If you say yes after watching this, I’m making an appointment for an eye exam for you.”

I laugh softly. “We look amazing together.”

“Truly amazing.”

My stomach tightens with anxiety over what I’m about to suggest, but I have to try.

“It’s a shame no one can see this but us. You belong in front of the camera, Legend.” He turns to meet my eyes. “We could publish it.”

“This?”

“Yeah. Finn could put the link on our website with a teaser clip. I bet it would light the world on fire.”

His brow furrows. “But...you’re in it too.”

“You can’t see my face. Besides, I’m not ashamed of it. I think it’s art. You and I together make beautiful things. Why shouldn’t we share it?”

His jaw is tight. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“I was editing it as a surprise for you, but the more I did, the more I wanted people to see it. To see us.” I take his hand in mine. “I’ve studied your entire career, Legend. I’ve seen every available video.” My eyes fill with tears that I try to blink away. “But I’ve never seen you look so happy and sexy and...in love. I used to wish that I was the one in the scene with you. Now I am.”

“It’s a big step. If fans like it, they’ll demand more. They’ll want a piece of you.”

“I understand that. If you’re worried about things getting off track like they did with—”

“No.” He cuts me off. “I’m not. I know that won’t happen with us. What we have is solid, and we’ll keep each other grounded.”

My heart races. “Yes.”

“But you never intended to be a performer.”

“It’s one video.” I take the laptop from him and set it on the bed behind us before crawling into his lap and straddling him. “But I think we could film another one. We could show the kind of Daddy you really are. Not the one they saw before.”

He searches my eyes. “You would want to do a scene like that?”

“Legend, you have an opportunity here to control the narrative. To reset. You can reinvent your image and rebuild it all if you want to. I’ll be here for every second.”

Legend’s hands crawl under my shirt and up my back. “I love you so much, Bentley. You’re exactly the person I needed in my life. You believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. I’ve missed it so much, and seeing this video of us is validating. I just don’t know about performing with others.”

“One step at a time, Daddy. I’m here for you. We could create a few videos and then you can decide. I want you to be happy and fulfilled, personally and professionally.”

Sliding his hand behind my neck, he pulls me down for a heated kiss and, before long, we’re rolling around in the bed, clothes flying off, bodies rubbing together. We’re a perfectly choreographed couple now, each of us knowing how to please the other and eagerly pushing our limits. My favorite thing, though, is what he’s doing now,