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“Perfect. Strip out of everything else and put those on.”
“Okay…” He gives me side-eye. “I don’t see why this is difficult.”
“Oh, my sweet summer child…” I grin at him.
I regret my taunting a moment later when I have to watch him change, and every muscular line of his body is on display as he slips into his sweats. They’re tight, and already hugging him in most of the right places. I set my camera aside and pull them lower on his hips, making sure we get a good view of his Adonis belt.
I step back and take a few photos, a shiver running up my spine when I see how good they are. It’s silly that he still makes me feel this way, but I can’t help myself.
I put him through the paces, doing different poses and angles, teasing and taunting him to get some of the photos I want. After another twenty minutes or so, I finally call it. I flip through the previews and grin as I see how they’ve turned out.
“That bad?” He smirks.
“Just remembering what you looked like when I first met you. You had on a pair like this. And yes. They’re good. Shit hot, honestly. I can’t wait to edit them.”
“You remember what I was wearing?”
“They were gray joggers so yes, I remember. The one thing you athlete types could really teach musicians to embrace more.”
“Huh. I don’t remember what you were wearing the first time I met you, but I definitely remember what you wore when you saved me at that party.”
“I should hope so since you peeled half of it off me.”
“You weren’t exactly complaining when you were straddling my lap.”
“It was a nice lap.” I shrug one shoulder as I flick through more of the photos.
“Yeah?” He wraps his hand around a fistful of my t-shirt and pulls me down onto his lap as he slides back into the couch I have in the corner of the studio.
“This is touching, a.k.a. against the rules,” I say as I reach over and set my camera down on the table before it breaks.
“Nah. This is just revisiting a memory. I wish you had that corset on again. And those garters… You were so damn hot that night.”
“Because I was supposed to go to a club after. Not stay at a frat party trying to save your ass.”
“Again, not what I remember you saying when you were grinding on my cock and whispering dirty things in my ear.”
“That frat punch was strong.”
“You blaming the punch for wanting to fuck me now?” He gives me an incredulous look.
“No. I blame you being shirtless like this and how soft your skin was for wanting to fuck you. The size of your cock didn’t hurt either.”
“Jesus, Joss.”
“I’m just being honest. You had a good personality too.”
He laughs and grabs the box off the side table, takes the remote out, and sets it aside, handing the rest to me.
“Go put this on.”
I raise a brow in defiance because I know I promised he could torture me but straddling his lap like I am now already feels like the start of that. I’m not sure I can handle more.
“I was good for you. Did all your photos the way you wanted tonight. So go put it on and come back and sit on my lap.” His brow matches mine as he reminds me that our agreement is based on favors. So I take the box silently and walk to the small studio bathroom, trying not to smile until I’ve shut the door.
TWENTY-SIX
Colt
