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Staci’s gaze locks onto my every move, like a hawk stalking its prey.

As Staci continuously snaps photos of the two of us, Adam leans in close to me and whispers, so only I can hear. “Staci is looking extra fine today. The way she tied the shirt at her hip has me daydreaming about that patch of exposed skin.”

His comment has me looking past the camera at her hip.

Sure enough, she has a small, tanned section of skin peeking out from under the tiny knot she has tied in my shirt.

I love seeing my shirt on her.

It’s like a secret only she and I know.

It feels kind of possessive, but fuck, I’ve never seen a woman wear my shirt before, and I have to admit that I fucking love it.

If I could, I’d have Staci in my shirt and in my house all the fucking time.

Not to mention, in my bed, too.

Damn it.

This is not helping me keep my feelings platonic. We only have a fake relationship. That’s what we decided.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

I’m here to do a job and keep her safe until her douche of an ex-husband is finally history.

The kiss last night meant nothing.

Staci even said she just did it because she was curious.

She looks at me like she knows I was just checking her out.

Giving her a wink, I pose harder. I flex my muscles and seduce the camera. Well, I intend to seduce Staci, but since we aren’t alone, I have to seduce the camera.

“Great job, you two. That was hot! Everyone is going to want to buy those trunks. You will have wives buying them for their husbands in hopes they will look half as good as you two.”

Staci walks over to the computer to show us the collage of all the photos she just took.

I follow Adam over to Staci’s computer desk.

“Damn, you are great at what you do.” Adam praises as he places his hand on top of Staci’s. “If only I look that good in real life and not just in pictures.”

Is he an idiot?

Or is he trying to piss me off?

Staci laughs and removes her hand from under Adam’s. “Thank you and those are all you. I haven’t touched them up.”

“I’m going to go shower and change. I’ll see you two on Monday.” Adam disappears, leaving Staci and I alone.

She turns her attention to me. “Before you leave, can I get a few of you by yourself?”

“Sure thing. I’m yours for as long as you need me.”

Double entendre and all.

The time seems to pass way too fast. Staci takes close to twenty photos of me shirtless.

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