His hands cupped her face as he leaned down until his mouth was just a breath away from hers. “Join the club, bella.”
His lips met hers in an unhurried tenderness, one that belied the fierce grip he locked around her hair. She adjusted her legs beneath her so she wouldn’t lose her balance. His tongue stroked hers, his taste and scent filling her senses and lulling her down from fear to something far more pleasant. Her fingers gripped his thighs, the durable fabric of his uniform pants making a scratching sound beneath her nails. She smiled against his mouth.
He pulled back, amusement replacing some of the sadness that had been there when he’d first walked in. “You little harlot. The uniform’s doing it for you, isn’t it?”
Her grin turned sheepish. “Only because you’re underneath it. But I did have the urge to break the law as soon as I saw you standing there.”
He spread his legs, bringing the erection pressing against the front of his pants into view, and gave her a look that had her toes curling. “I don’t know if you want to test me tonight, bella. After the day I’ve had, I’ve got a lot of frustration to work out. You might get more discipline than you bargained for. Especially after calling me ‘just a friend.’”
She bit her lip, the thrill of the game usurping the lingering nerves about Andre’s admission of having feelings for her. “I’ll take whatever you think is fair, sir.”
He cocked his head toward the front of the gallery. “Those blinds leave quite a gap on each side. You have some place more private? Or do you want anyone passing by on the street to know how much you like to get your ass whipped by your friend?”
Her lips parted, the combination of his authoritative demeanor and his uniform making heat surge between her legs. “I, uh, still have a bed set up in the back for the photo shoot I just finished.”
He gave her an arch look. “A bed for a photo shoot? You taking naughty pictures, Ms. Kennedy?”
“I’d like to take some of you.”
He stood, pulling her to her feet with him. “Only if you’re in them with me.”
Andre stretched out on the air mattress Evan had set up for the earlier photo shoot and kept his gaze glued to her every move. He’d taken off his gun belt and radio, but otherwise had kept his uniform on. No doubt for her benefit. She hadn’t thought he was serious about the photos, but when they’d stepped into the room, he’d given her explicit instructions.
She snapped a test shot, the flash filling the room. She hadn’t turned on any of the main lights, only one small one. But even with the subtle lighting, Andre looked downright edible in her preview screen. “I should just stay behind the camera. You’re an inspiring subject.”Author: Roni Loren
“Already breaking the rules, bella? You must want to be punished tonight.” He pointed at the spot on the side of the bed. “Over here. I’m losing my patience.”
She wet her lips and hit the button that would set up the continuous timer. “Yes, sir. It’s all ready now.”
Before she could lower herself to the bed, he barked another order. “Get undressed.”
She did as she was told. Slipping out of her pants and blouse, then divesting of her bra and panties. The camera flashed, startling her though she knew it was set to go off every thirty seconds.
He smiled. “Definitely a moment worth capturing.” He leaned back on his elbows, taking in every inch of her nudity, making her feel both vulnerable and beautiful all at the same time. “Now I won’t have to just conjure you up in my mind when I stroke myself. I’ll have my very own pictures.”
She shivered. The image of him sliding his hand along that beautiful cock, thinking of her while he pleasured himself was enough to make her muscles wobble beneath her.
“That idea pleases you?”
“Yes, sir. Very much.”
He unbuttoned his trousers and eased the zipper down. The camera flashed. He freed his cock from his boxer briefs and stroked the length of it. A soft gasp escaped her. The need to touch him making her fingers twitch at her sides.
“What do you think about when you get yourself off, bella?”
Her cheeks warmed, and she dropped her focus to a spot on the side of the bed. “Lots of things, sir. Lately, I simply replay my times with you and Jace and just, uh, expand on that.”
“Eyes on mine,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. She instantly dragged her attention back to his face. His gaze was fierce, predatory. “Expand on it, huh? We’re not being hard enough on you? Maybe we need to push you further.”
She held his eye contact but didn’t respond.
Apparently he took that as an affirmative. “I see. Well, since the cat seems to have stolen your tongue, show me how you touch yourself.”
“You want me to—” She glanced at the camera.
Flash.
“I didn’t stutter. Punishment doesn’t always come in the form of physical pain. Show me, bella.” He fisted his cock with another rough stroke. “If not, I may just please myself and leave without touching you.”