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Length: Short Story ♦ Contemporary Romance, Erotic
Calla’s morning highlights include drooling over her sexy customer when he picks up coffee from Café Destiny. Things heat up when he serves her an irresistible proposition she can’t refuse. Riley owns the photography studio next door and needs help with his latest project. He doesn’t expect Calla’s steamy poses to light the fiery attraction he’s carried for her, with just a click of the button.
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Warning: This excerpt may contain material inappropriate for minors and is intended for readers over 18 years of age.
Riley didn’t let go of my hand and gave me a guilty glance. “Ummm..look, you don’t have to do this…”
My eyes narrowed as I spoke. “I don’t like where this is going.” Even with his devious expression, I was no dummy. I never pulled my hand away from the warmth of his touch.
“I need you to pose with only a bed sheet. I swear it’s not as bad as it sounds.”
I pulled my hand away at that point.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Concern filled his face and he reached for a sketchpad on his desk. “Look, I’ll show you my concepts. I’ve been sketching it out all day and if, after looking at them, you still don’t feel comfortable…I’ll walk you to your car. Deal?”
I hesitated for a moment before I nodded in agreement. “Fine. I’ll take a look.”
“Right on.” He gave me a brilliant smile and I stepped next to him for a look.
Riley flipped through the pages and I was in total awe of his talents. My jaw dropped open, not expecting how gorgeous the drawings were. “These are amazing! Seriously.”
Each image was concise and fluid, so elegant. I couldn’t imagine myself looking that beautiful but he was truthful in what he wanted to shoot. Mostly bare back and angled poses that concealed the face, implied nudity through the red sheets. I thought the concept looked like something out of Vogue.
“So you’re going to do it?” His voice rose hopefully.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this. I’m not going to say ‘I told you so’ if all the pictures turn out looking like mush. I’m not photogenic.” I grumbled at him.
His rich, throaty laughter was like a caress down my body. “There’s a robe in the dressing room. Once you’re ready, come out and I’ll give you the sheet.” He paused. “And I won’t even peek.”
I rolled my eyes at him and headed to change. In this case, undress. Five minutes later I was securely concealed in the floral satin Kimono robe and making my way to him. I could see Riley arranging the sofa and lights. He looked incredibly sexy doing manual labor and the thought of lying naked with him made my sex squeeze.
I swallowed hard upon seeing the bulging biceps as he worked. When he straightened the white bearskin rug, I could make out the Celtic band tattoo around his left forearm. He whirled around when he registered my presence, sucking in his breath at me.
Riley whistled. “Wow.”
My lips curled into a smile. “Nice compliment.” I started fidgeting with the belt.
He stood there gawking at me for another minute or so and snapped out of the daze long enough to hand me the red sheet. I slipped the robe off and laid it across his desk. My breasts were heavy, nipples straining against the fabric when I wrapped it around myself. I had a sudden urge to tell him to touch them, squeeze and lick them.
“I…I was thinking that you can wrap this around yourself and sit on the sofa—“ His eyes dropping to my throat, moving down to the swell of my breasts.
He cleared his throat, his eyes focusing on mine as he continued the instructions. “Maybe face the wall so we see the curve of your back and then I’ll have the sheet trailing across the floor.”
I was amazed at how fast his professionalism clicked in when it came to his job. His tone was so passionate when he spoke about what he knew best. Hearing him caused an erotic tidal wave to wash through me. I listened for another minute or two as he explained what he was going to do with the lights and how the effect would work. He mentioned something about doing a black and white photo with spot coloring to showcase the crimson of the sofa and sheet.
I was surprised at how quickly I became comfortable with posing. He was great at giving me directions and as I switched up my poses like a pro, I began to understand why he loved what he did so much. I’ve never felt sexier and in control before. After about forty minutes he stopped shooting and simply observed me. I was on my stomach fisting the bright sheet, my breasts tight against the powder-white rug, my eyes focusing on the camera in a seductive pose.
“God, you’re stunning.” His eyes darkened with desire.
I rolled onto my back in an effort to get up and heard him place the camera on his work station. In seconds he was there pulling me up, dragging me against him. His mouth crushed down on me and all rationale flew out the window.