Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
My hand twitches as though telling me to touch myself, to rub at the swollen hunger in my pants.
“Yes,” I whisper, snapping more photos. “You’re doing a great job.”
I warn myself it’s time to stop. I’ve taken it far enough already.
But I can’t.
Not when my woman’s here, her body on nearly full display, temping me with fiercer desire each moment.
“Thank you,” she smiles. “That means a lot.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Faye
I struggle to stay focused, my mind whirring with everything that’s happening.
One part of me is wondering if Felix wants me and if that sudden seriousness in his eyes means something.
And another’s all focused on Lola, what would happen if she walked in here.
Maybe I should have called her to ask.
My gaze keeps flitting to his crotch.
His pants are a dark blue color, but I’m sure he’s hard. Either that or he’s holding something huge – freaking massive – in his pants. It bulges against his zipper, a thick outline going down across his leg.
Is it possible I’m misreading the situation?
My whole body trembles with enticing sensations as I look at him over my shoulder. The camera is shaking as he can barely contain himself.
Nasty thoughts try to twist into my mind at that, but no.
He’s right there. I can see his massive bulging manhood, his muscular forearms tight, and his expression tense.
He stares right into my eyes.
“Bend over even more,” he says huskily.
This is wrong, and I get that. But I want it anyway.
It’s like this heat is sweeping us both up, making it impossible to back out of this, whatever the heck’s happening here.
“Were you going to make Jeneva bend over all the way?” I ask.
His face turns sour, and his eyes are bleak. “I canceled her because I wanted to take photos of you instead.”
“But if you didn’t cancel….”
“No,” he says firmly. “I wasn’t going to do any of this with her. I can’t stop myself, Faye. I know I should.”
I stand up, turning slightly, looking him in the eye.
My natural instinct is to avert my gaze, but he stares back too compellingly for that. It’s like we’re talking silently, the way he stares, saying so much.
“Stop what?” I ask innocently, but I know. And I can see he knows I can tell what he’s getting at. “We’re just doing a photo shoot.”
It’s like I’m trying to convince myself.
He shakes his head and sighs.
There’s more going on here. Neither of us can fight it.
Even if I can’t believe it – even if I feel like my crush is about to crush me – I can’t stop it either. My cheeks burn under his firm gaze, and my body feels tingly and excited, every inch ready for his touch.
But what about Lola?
Heck, I can’t think about her, not right now.
“Right,” he says gruffly, raising his camera again. “Then do what you’re told, like a good model. Bend over all the way.”
I nod, biting my lip. His eyes flit to the movement, and I’m sure he likes it. And there’s the unmistakable fact of his rock-hard cock.
We’re doing something new here, erotic, all while mutually choosing to pretend we’re not.
I like this new game, even if I shouldn’t.
“Okay,” I murmur, pushing away the small voice which tells me I look ridiculous.
“More,” he whispers.
I bend over and reach forward, propping my hands against the backdrop lightly to give myself some balance.
When I look over my shoulder, I’m gifted with a photo of lust.
Felix is staring at me over the camera, his lips tight, his eyes wide. He’s staring at my ass like it’s taking every single part of him not to leap at me, to touch me.
The fantasies I’ve entertained countless times swarm into me, but a cruel thought follows them.
If he starts with actual sexual stuff, I’ll have to stop him.
For Lola.
Or maybe that’s a lie. Maybe it’s the thought of him finding out I’m a freaking fraud.
I can pose, fine. And maybe I can even make him excited, which is a miracle.
But actually do anything?
I quiet down the flurrying thoughts, telling myself to go with the flow.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“What?” I ask. “It’s not good?”
He shakes his head slowly. “R-reach back.”
I pause at the catch in his voice. I never imagined Felix could sound like this, unsure and brimming with passion at the same time, sort of like how I sound.
It makes me more certain we’re caught in this together, swept up in this unique and tempting trap.
“Why?” I ask.
He shakes his head again as though emerging from sleep – coming to his senses. “Forget I said that.”
“I can’t,” I say, ignoring the ache in my back as I stand here bent over. It’s so worth it. “I don’t want to.”
“Faye….”
“Why do you want me to reach back?”
He glances at the door as though to confirm we’re alone. “I….”
“What?” I urge, hoping I don’t sound desperate.