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Not quite. “May I touch you?”
“Yeah, sure. Just reconfigure me however I’m supposed to be.”
I don’t want to just reconfigure her. I want to fuck her brains out against the wall.
Placing my boots on either side of her feet, I grab her hips and pull them out towards my groin. “Bend this one for me,” I say, tapping her right leg. “And relax your shoulders and roll them back. Good. Now stay just like that.”
I back away and start snapping pics. Christ, her ass is phenomenal. I want to bite those cheeks and leave teeth marks on them.
“Okay, now come back to where I’m standing.”
Mak locks gazes with me, waiting for more instruction as she comes closer.
I snap pictures of it without looking through the lens. Fuck me, she’s spectacular at every angle.
“Let your robe fall off your shoulders and put your arms out a little, like this.” I show her exactly what I want, and she mimics me. “Nice. Now lift onto your tiptoes and walk towards that big window over there, crossing your footsteps as you go.”
She starts moving away from me and stumbles. “Shit. Wait. Let me restart.”
I bite back my smile. I’m not laughing that she faltered. I’m pleased she’s willing to try again until she’s comfortable with it. I snap pictures constantly, even when she restarts two more times before making it all the way to the window.
Mak looks over her shoulder at me again. “How was that?”
Click. I take another pic of her. “Perfection.”
She huffs a little like she doesn’t believe me.
I don’t lie. I can already tell these photos are going to be some of my best work and I’m willing to bet I’ll barely touch up a fucking thing during edits. After taking Mak through several more poses, I finally get to readjust my rock-hard dick when she does a wardrobe change.
“Ready!” she says, beaming a smile at me from the changing room doorway.
Holyyyyy fffffuuuuucccckkk.
Lace and leather are always nice but give me a woman in an oversized sweater and nothing underneath any day of the week.
Mak’s sweater hangs off one shoulder and is just long enough to hug and hide the phenomenal flare of her ass that I’ve already seen and can’t stop drooling over. I want to pluck a thread and unravel it, just to reveal her gorgeous body a little at a time.
“I’ve changed my mind.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Can we maybe do a couple photos on the bed?”
“Absolutely.” I rush to set up lighting and filters because the sunlight has already changed. After a few test shots and readjustments, I pat the mattress. “Crawl on up.”
“Shit. I forgot something. Hang on!” She rushes back to the changing room and returns to me with a stack of books in her arms. I cock my eyebrow, but she doesn’t see it. Mak’s too busy picking out what, I presume, is her favorite story, and climbs up on the bed with it. “I want to be a sexy bookworm.”
That’s my type…
Clearing my suddenly dry throat, I grab a bottle of water and chug some of it before getting back to business. “Sit in the center, legs crossed, but with one knee up.”
“Like this?”
Exactly. I snap a pic. “Drape your sweater a little lower on your shoulder.” Her neck is perfect for biting. Fuck, I want to lick her collarbone so bad. “Good. Chin up.” I want to suck on that throbbing vein in her neck. “Roll your shoulders back and lift the book to your face.” I barely recognize the cover at first, but then it clicks. “You like shifter smut?”
“Love it.”
Good to know. I continue taking pictures of her in every spicy pose I can think of with her book until Mak makes her way off the bed and onto the floor.
She gazes up at me with all her books surrounding her. “I feel like a sexy Belle from Beauty and the Beast.”
I agree. “Living a spicier provincial life, huh?”