Captured by His Lens Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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My sticky fingers make the button hard to undo, but once I get it, the zipper goes down easily. I’m trembling as I take them off. Now I’m just standing in front of him in bra and panties while he stares at me. It’s like being analyzed for one of his shoots as though I’m one of his models. But this is so much more intimate than that.

“You shower in your bra and panties?” he asks, stepping right up to me. I clear my thoughts, finding my voice.

“You shower in your pants and shirt?”

Mike grins. “You’re sassy, you know that? I like it.”

Before I can respond, he reaches out, and with just a thumb, unhooks my bra. He uses his middle fingers to pull the straps down over my shoulders and expose my breasts. I expect him to look down like any other guy would, but he doesn’t. He just keeps his eyes glued to mine like the connection between us is more important. Then he moves to my panties.

He uses his hands, strong and callused, to trace the lines of my hips on his way down. I can’t even explain the feeling this awakens within me. “I’ve always loved these lines on you,” he says, his voice low. “They’re what make you so much sexier than those other girls I shoot.”

“Stop it…” I huff, feeling my cheeks blush.

“Stop what?” he asks. “Telling the truth?”

His thumbs hook the straps of my panties, and he tugs them down. I arch my back to help him, and they fall to the floor, leaving me completely nude and trembling with anticipation before him.

My head is now completely spinning.

I did not want any of this to happen. I had the talk with Sara, and she confirmed that work romances were a terrible idea. Even a few hours ago, I was dead set on not getting involved with Mike. And yet now it seems as though he may have won me over somehow.

“Your turn,” I whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He smiles back at me, takes a step back, and with one fluid motion, removes his shirt and tosses it aside.

I have to stop myself from gasping at how good he looks—his shoulders, his arms, his chest, his abs—all of them perfectly sculpted like a man who just stepped out of a fitness magazine. Yet I’ve never heard Mike talk about taking trips to the gym. It’s like he was just born looking like a total Adonis.

Next, he pops the buttons on his jeans and lets them drop to the floor, leaving him standing in just a pair of black designer briefs that are doing their best to hold back the massive bulge between his legs. This is the most naked I’ve ever seen a man in real life. I don’t know what I’ll do when he takes those off.

As it turns out, I gasp.

When he drops his briefs, his cock springs out—and not just any cock—a cock that is enormous and hard and standing out like a spear ready to stab me and kill me.

And I don’t have to be a girl with experience to know this either. Any girl with a brain would know that Mike is absolutely packing. If I had to guess, I’d say that thing is the size of my forearm.

“Oh my God, Mike!” I gasp. “What in the…”

“Come on.” He smirks, learning into the shower and turning on the water. “Let’s get all clean.”

“Don’t you mean dirty?” I counter with a very silly joke, doing my best to break the tension that has formed between us due to my anxiety.

Mike chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist to lead me in with him. I can’t even describe how many emotions arise within me as he does so.

“Sure.” He nods. “I guess you could say that.”

The hot water he guides me into serves only to intensify the heat that has already taken hold of my body. I don’t even know what to do, so I just stand there, and luckily for me, Mike lathers up his hands with a bar of soap and begins to wash what’s left of the chocolate syrup off of me.

“You look like the sexiest dessert to ever exist.” He smiles as his slick hands pass over my breasts, causing me to break out in goosebumps. “Only I would never share you with anyone or let you be put on anybody’s menu.”

“Not even for a million dollars?” I ask. It’s a ridiculous question—sassy, childish and absurd—but it’s the only thing I can think of to say right now. Luckily, Mike just smiles and continues caressing my body.

“Not even for a hundred million.”

Of course, he saves the moment. He’s so much more mature than I am. He’s been through so much more than I have, not just in the industry, but in life. That was one of the reasons he was so attractive to me in the first place. It went beyond his good looks. It was his confidence, his wisdom, the way he seemed to never come up against a problem he couldn’t defeat.


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