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Out of the corner of my eye, Staci’s bright pink bikini gets my attention. She has a dress on top of it, but it’s white mesh and completely see through.

I really don’t see the purpose of wearing it, but it makes her happy, and she looks sexy as hell in it, so who am I to complain?

She takes off her sandals and walks towards me with her camera hanging around her neck.

As she gets closer to me, she frowns when she notices several other women that are continually staring at me from their chairs on the beach.

I used to feed into the attention and let it be the encouragement I needed to keep on working out, but today's workout is all about letting my sexual desires out in a healthy way.

Staying a little way back, she snaps a few pictures of me and watches as I continue to press into the earth.

How many of these have I done?

If I had to guess, I’d say close to a hundred.

They aren’t helping in the slightest. My muscles burn with exertion, but watching Staci out the corner of my eye has my dick hardening all over again.

I stop my pushups and stand. Our gazes lock as she lowers her camera just enough to look at me over the top. “This is supposed to be a vacation, not work.”

Her gaze moves to my sweat covered muscles asshe walks the rest of the way over to me. “Says the one that is currently out here working out. I’m not the one that is working.”

I point to the camera that is currently in her hands. “You brought your camera down here.”

As her gaze lowers to the camera, a grin forms on her face.

“People take photos of their vacations all the time. Besides, this is more than just work. This is my passion.”

“But you are taking pictures of me, your client, not the beach and ocean.”

She shrugs. “The beach is in them. Plus, you are not just my client, you are also my boyfriend.”

Her statement catches me off guard and I end up stammering. “W-wh-what?”

I pull my arm over my head and stretch to have something to keep my mind off my emotions. As I stretch the other arm, I close my eyes for a moment and let the sun soak into my skin.

Staci spreads her towel out next to mine and says, “Well, fake boyfriend, but people think we are really dating and on vacation right now, so I need to play the part and take pictures of you.”

My heart beats faster, and it’s not from my workout. I don’t mind playing the part, but deep inside, I know my heart wants more.

It always has.

Since the first moment I walked through her studio doors and locked eyes with her, my heart was a goner.

My stomach knots as I imagine life going back to how it used to be where I only talk to her when I have a photoshoot.

I don’t want that life back.

Of course, I don’t want her ex harassing her, but I don’t want her to have a reason to not hang out with me either.

Staci has lit a flame inside of me I don’t want to extinguish. A flame full of passion and emotion. A flame only she can control.

A tight feeling clenches at my chest that can’t be described. It almost feels like I am really falling for her.

Would falling in love be the worst thing to happen right now?

I finish stretching my arms and say, “I’m used to you taking my picture, so snap away.”

Laughing, I playfully strike one of my best poses.

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