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“Not so fast, Smokeshow. It’s your turn.”
“Smokeshow?” I bite my lip, loving the flattery. I’m not used to it.
“Uh, yeah,” he quips. “After today in the darkroom, I think it quickly rose to your attention how I’m a heteroflexible man who can’t deny you’re really smokin’ hot.”
“Heteroflexible? How?” I’m fluttering…everywhere.
“Nice try. Still your turn.”
“Alright, fine. I guess after so many photo shoots, I’ve got a thing for smooth oiled skin, wet Calvin boxer briefs, and Lenny Kravitz.”
“Oh, classic choices.”
He pauses long enough for me to realize how my pulse has doubled, my bare skin tingles; how it’s late winter and unseasonably warm, but I’m hot between my legs.
“Do you like shooting men?” he asks, doing his cute word thing. “I mean, taking their boudoir shots?”
I laugh. “It’s been a minute, but yeah, I’ve shot men. Photos, not penises. Why?”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“Dangerousbad,or?—”
“Dangeroushot,” he replies. “Naked, oiled skin and wet white boxer briefs with raw R&B thumping; damn, that sounds like a lethal mix in a photography studio.”
The way Jace’s throaty voice reveals and conceals—it’s a heady mix. His masculine beauty. His confident vulnerability. His sexy tease. The rage he contains. He’s more than a man’s man. He’s the ultimate woman’s man, ruthlessly romantic.
Why should I resist him?
“So, are you saying I could shoot you oiling up in wet Calvins with Kravtiz crooning in the background?” Pause to lick my lips. “Or would that be too dangerous?”
“Hmm. We never did the angel-wing shoot either.” He chuckles. Husky. Hot. God, I wonder if he’s hard. “And… we’ve never hadthisconversation,” he says, but I want to. I want him. “Is that whatyouwant, Vivian? Dangerous men in their Calvins?”
My back suddenly arches. “Honestly, no.” I can’t hide my breath. He makes my nipples tighten, my sex wet and tingling. I’m starting to pant. “Their work can be dangerous, but I only want a safe man to seduce me.”
I let it breathe, the opening I just gave Jace, because I know he’d never take it. He’d never risk our friendship. As he said, he’s been waiting for me.
And I’m almost free.
I want to be free.
With him.
“Seduce you?”
He tests the words. Letting them linger between us, tender and soft, and taking his time, as he would with me, I know.
I can imagine his fingertips caressing every inch of my flesh, teasing my nipples, stroking my thighs, sliding between my slick lips.
It makes me breathy, tossing the sheet aside and spreading my legs. Air suddenly licks my excited clit, making me gasp. “Yes, Jace.”
Something’s seeping through my pain. A salve. A balm. A soothing, sexy, soaking heat. I only feel it with Jace. I only trust it with Jace. I only want this with him.
So bad.
So much.
He lets me hear his ragged breath deepening, his body shifting on what must be his bed. With only our voices on the phone in the dark, we can finally do this.
