Page 152 of When Darkness Calls

We get the scene set up exactly how she wants it. The chaise lounge is set at an angle in the middle of the room, a few gauzy sheets draping from the rods hanging from the ceiling, and a dark gray backdrop placed directly behind the couch.

She kisses my cheek and gets to work.

I swear I tried to do my own thing—cleaning up some of the disorganized mess— but I couldn’t stop staring at her. It’s still so strange knowing I can do it openly now. That she knows it’s me. Is happy that it’s me. Wants it to be me.

Dani’s sitting on the lounge, leaning over her knees, both bent slightly so her feet are flat against the cushion. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes as she poses herself. I notice the moments when she has to consciously remind herself to breathe, and to stop sucking in her stomach. And I think that has only made her more beautiful. That fact that she’s willing to be so authentic and raw. She’s determined to do this, see herself as art. And I’m so fucking proud.

Little by little I see the confidence begin to grow within her. She’s no longer second guessing the way she positions her body, or the way she looks into the camera.

She’s blossoming. My sweet girl.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Professor Logan’s gonna get a real shock when he opens up my portfolio to see you bending me over this chair.”

I growl, the sound coming out automatically. Dani smirks at me, the way she’s laying now, her ass is in the air, toes pointed, feet lifted behind her. Her back arches putting her weight onto her elbows.

“You know, I’d think that was a threat if I didn’t know how much you like being watched,” I tease in a low tone.

She blushes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. I can see the vine of roses climbing the drastic curve of her hip, over her ribs. The arm she props her chin on flashes that cute little ghost.

“I do, but…” She stands, walking over to me. “I think I might just like you watching me.”

She kisses me, and it’s fiery. I grip her waist, pulling her closer.

Dani makes these sweet little noises every time I slip my tongue between her lips, it makes me lightheaded with how quickly the blood rushes to my dick.

She pulls away, tugging my hand.

“Come on, Grays. Let’s take some souvenirs.”

I follow her, letting her drag me along to the chaise.

“Souvenirs, huh?”

“So, you don’t want pictures of me sucking your dick, and you fucking me? ‘Cause I can easily take back the offer.”

My mouth dries, and I blink at her. “Forget I said anything.”

She smirks, pushing me down onto the chair. She kneels between my spread knees, licking her lips.

“I wanted to do this all morning because somebody—” she glares at me playfully, “walked around half naked.”

“If you wanted to taste my cock, you just needed to ask.” She smacks my thigh.

“Shut up, you’re ruining the mood.”

Her hands rake my shirt up my stomach, her lips following their ascent, leaving searing kisses around the spider on my hip.

I sigh at her touch, melting into the cushion.

“You always take such good care of me, Grayson. Let me do the same,” she whispers against my waist, nibbling gently.

I lift my hips as she tugs my pants down, still in her pursuit to kiss every inch of skin she exposes.

When her tongue darts out against the sensitive spot below the head of my cock I suck a deep breath in through my teeth, jaw clenching.

My hand squeezes the cushion beneath me, wishing like hell it was her hair wrapped around my fingers and not the foam hidden beneath the soft fabric.

Dani licks along the underside of my hardened length, watching my every move.