“Yeah?” He makes eye contact, through the camera.
“Imagine she’s begging you to take out your cock. To touch yourself. To let her touch you.”
The playfulness in his expression fades into pure desire.
He stares at the camera like he knows it wants him naked.
His fingers brush the waistband of his jeans.
Click, click.
He hooks his thumb on his belt loop. Peels his jeans back.
Click, click.
Lower and lower.
Black microfiber stretches over his skin.
Over his hardening cock.
Click, click.
My breath catches in my throat. I push out a shaky exhale. “She’s looking at you like she wants you more than anything. But you keep teasing her. You want to drive her crazy. You want her to melt into a puddle of desire.”
His hands go to his hips. Click, click. He lifts his ass. Click, click. Pushes his jeans to mid-thigh.
Click, click.
He falls back on the bed. Places one hand on his ahem. Brings the other to his head.
He turns like he’s lost in bliss.
Like he’s about to come.
Like he can’t take the agony anymore.
Click, click.
“I…” Want to mount him. Right now. “Do you want anything in particular?”
“This is your shoot, princess.” It’s not the princess he used around Mackenzie. But it’s not the way he normally says my name either.
It’s heady.
Needy even.
Or maybe I’m out of my mind.
Maybe I need to lean into that. To step into my role as a model. To embrace how badly I want him.
I scroll through our pictures. They’re good. Insanely hot. Hot enough women everywhere are going to be desperate to touch Forest.
If they aren’t already.
Ahem.
He has what he needs. Now, I need—”Let’s start with your jeans on.” I adjust the camera so it’s pointed at the front of the bed.
Forest slips into his jeans.
I direct him to the appropriate spot. Snap a few pictures to check the lighting. Pull the curtain back to let in a little more sun.
There. Perfect.
I wrap my fingers around my remote. Step out from behind the camera. Look Forest in the eyes. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
Here goes nothing.
I undo the sash holding my robe together.
The black satin falls off my shoulders.
Forest’s pupils dilate. His jaw drops. His fingers curl into his thighs. “Fuck, Skye.”
“It’s a little—”
“Yeah.”
“They want sexy.”
He stares, dumbstruck.
“They want a perfume ad vibe. The two of us, half-naked, tangled together.”
His eyes move over me slowly. He takes in my thick thighs, my lacy black panties, my sheer bra. “You look…”
I swallow hard. “Is that a good pause?”
“Yeah.” His throat quivers as he swallows. “I… uh… You…” His eyes move over me again. This time, they stop at my hips. “Is that one of those—”
“It’s a thong, yeah.” I turn enough he can see the thick strap.
His eyes get wider. His jaw falls back to the floor.
There’s no put on. No pretense. No faking of any kind.
He. Wants. Me.
Fuck, it feels good. I’m warm all over. My fingers curl into the remote. My thighs press together.
“Could you—” I motion to my heels, the ones sitting by the foot of the bed. My black boots. The lace-up stilettos.
For pole.
Or photo shoots.
Not at all practical as streetwear.
But for this—
“Yeah.” He gathers the boots in his hands.
I move to the bed. Sit next to him.
He shifts onto the floor. Onto his knees. His eyes stay on my ankle as he slides my right boot onto my foot.
Then the left.
He laces carefully. Like his life depends on it.
Then he looks up at me.
Click.
His laugh breaks up the tension. “You don’t have to trick me into posing.”
“It just… Seemed like a good moment.”
“Me between your legs?”
“Yeah. I…”
“Miss that?”
Ahem. “I don’t not miss it.” My gaze flits to the camera. It is in the perfect spot for this. It’s a great shot too. “Do you… are you comfortable with that?”
“With eating women out?”
Oh my God. “With simulating the position?”
“Yeah.” His eyes meet mine.
“Sure, let’s um…” I spread my legs a little wider.
He moves closer.
“You, um, the foreshortening means you don’t need to get any closer to—”
“Your cunt?”
My cheeks flush. “Yeah.”
He holds my gaze. “You don’t like the word?”
“No, I just—”
“I won’t use it if you don’t like it.”
My blush deepens. “No, it’s more…” The desire in his voice is too sexy. I’m already melting. If Forest says—I can’t even think it.
“You do like it.” His smile gets wicked.
“I… Yes.” My blush spreads to my chest.
His eyes get wicked too.
God, I want to touch him. “Hands on my knees maybe.”
“Or here.” He rests his palms on my thighs. He’s not that close, but he’s close enough.
“And I’ll—” I hook my leg over his shoulder. Then the other. “Is the heel okay?”
“Yeah.”
“It can dig.”
“You know from experience?”
I clear my throat.
“You’re not gonna warn me?”
“No, I just—Let me know if it does.”
He nods sure.
“Stay there.” My thighs rest on his shoulders.
His palms dig into my skin.
His lips stay so, so close to where they need to be.