Page 45 of Crash and Burn
The tips of Grant's ears turned red.
"We better get started," he said before Sheryl could heap any more praise on him. "I've booked the studio for a few hours, but we don't want to waste this good sunlight."
Grant's expression slipped from vaguely embarrassed to smooth and professional. He instructed the two models on where and how to pose, snapping picture after picture from various angles and with a multitude of different lenses.
The two of them were good-looking, no doubt, but nothing was as beautiful as Grant's face as it settled into a look of deep concentration.
Things started off relatively chaste, with the man and woman on opposite sides of the bed and Grant on the far side of the room. Soon things got more heated as the couple got close enough to touch, hands and fingers caressing each other's body parts.
Grant gestured for the two to lie back against the bed and roll around in the sheets. They were comfortable with each other, smiling and laughing in between shots, then turning serious and sensual when the camera began to flash.
The expression on the man's face was intense as he stared at the woman, his eyes focused solely on her. Her lips were pink and parted with every breath, her chest heaving against his.
My cheeks flushed hot the more it went on. We were practically watching foreplay between the two. I guessed they had to be in a relationship in real life. Either that, or they were amazing at acting.
Grant seemed unaffected. He knelt down on the floor to get angled shots upward, and loomed over the couple while standing on a chair to get overhead shots.
Then he climbed onto the bed with them and my entire body burst into flames. He nudged and prodded at them, urging them into a variety of poses. With his gaze locked in rapt attention, it almost looked like Grant was one third of a ménage, fully focused on his two lovers as he captured their every move with his camera.
The simmering heat between my legs turned liquid as my imagination shifted the scene from ménage to something more personal. All of a sudden I was the one on that bed, tangled in those sheets, with Grant hovering over me. My nipples peaked through the thin lingerie. Grant's hands were all over my body, positioning me however he liked.
My thighs clenched together as my inner muscles pulsed and throbbed. Who knew a photography session could be so arousing? If I didn't get a hold of myself I was going to melt into a puddle on the floor.
"That's a wrap," Grant said loudly, startling me.
He and the models jumped off the bed, their expressions smooth and unruffled. He shook hands with both of them, all smiles with no underlying sexual tension.
The whole thing had been in my head.
Again.
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My burning cheeks were going to give me away, so I ducked my head and pretended to play with my phone. Still no emails.
"Have fun?" Grant asked me as he looked up from packing away his gear.
The models and Sheryl had already left, leaving the two of us alone in the studio.
"Yeah." My voice came out low and husky. I cleared my throat. "Yeah, it was neat. I like watching you work. Those two were really good actors."
“They're dating in real life," he said, confirming my guess. Grant lifted the camera in his hands. "Smile!"
I made a face and put a hand out to shield myself.
"Come on," he cajoled. "I'm still hopped up on all that creative energy." He was bouncing lightly on his toes. "Let me take a few more photos."
"Not of me," I protested. "I always look stupid on camera."
"I'll prove to you that you don't," he said. "I have the studio for another two hours. I can do a few headshots for when you're rich and famous and newscasters want to plaster your face on every channel."
"I highly doubt that's going to happen," I replied.
"Just a few," he said with that curve of his lips that always did me in. "Please?"
My shoulders slumped in defeat.
"At least let me put on some lipgloss or something," I said.
