Gripping his forearms, I leaned up to kiss him. “Thanks—even though I don’t feel beautiful.”
Having a one-year-old son who ran us ragged left little time for me to look, let alonefeel,my best.
“You’re always beautiful to me,” Mickey murmured, then kissed me hard and quick. “So, where do need me?”
I pointed to the white backdrop I’d prepared. “Over there, but I’m going to swap it out for black. Make it edgier.”
He snorted before grabbing the back of his shirt and whipping it over his head. “We’ll be getting edgy enough, princess.”
Laughing, I snatched his shirt from mid-air when he lobbed it my way, then tossed it back at him. “Not what I mean. And put this back on; I want to capture the undressing.”
Impatient mutters came from within the material as he re-dressed. I snickered at his mussed hair, loving that it was unruly and tousled when his head popped through the neck hole.
After getting the camera set up and the backdrop switched, I instructed Mickey to stand in the centre of it, fully clothed while I did lighting checks.
His scowl deepened with each bolt of bright light from the flash heads. “This isn’t how I imagined this would go.”
“Why’s that?”
“I thought we’d be naked by now.”
I scoffed while adjusting the focus, then met his gaze above the camera. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”
More mutters came until I commanded, “Okay, stand up tall and angle sideways toward me.”
He complied, then looked at me for further instruction.
“Now grip the back of your shirt like before, and slowly tug it over your head.”
A wicked little smirk touched his lips. “Finally.”
“And clench your other fist,” I added, smiling when it immediately balled above his head.
Sounds of my camera clicking filled the space until Mickey stood with the shirt casually hanging from his fingertips.
“Now keep a hold of it like that and tilt your head back a little. Like you’ve just realised that we aren’t having sex during this photo shoot,” I teased.
As predicted, Mickey’s expression darkened and the harsh, broody glare was heaven for my artistic eye.
“That’s hot,” I murmured.
“We’d better be fucking after this, Babykay. The anticipation has already got me half-ready to go.”
“We have sex all the time,” I reasoned.
“Not like this we don’t!”
My subtle smile had him growling. I didn’t have a plan for how far we’d go during this session, but he didn’t know that. I liked to keep him hanging and force him to relinquish control.
“Next pose—you don’t need the shirt. Tilt your head back again and grip your neck with the hand closest to me and fist the other around your waistband. Eyes closed and look like you’re enjoying it.”
“More than you realise, princess.”
The photographic gods shone on me today, because holy shit my fiancé was a natural.
“Now look at me from the corner of your eye,” I instructed after clearing my throat.
Mickey added a slow roll of his tongue across his lower lip, and that was the moment I cracked a little.