Page 71 of Cinnamon Strudel
Morgan took in the area with the help of his phone camera, then sat back as she changed into her first outfit.
Scantily covered in very little lace, she felt rather exposed as she left the dressing room—especially with a stranger around. Olivia didn’t bat an eye though, distracted with scrolling through the inspiration photos. “You’ve chosen quite a few poses around the bed. I think we should start there.”
Morgan held his hand out and like her beacon in a storm, she quickly made her way to him. “Let me see, darlin’.”
He ran his large palms over her thighs and found the lace one piece she was wearing. “Stunning,” he hummed, hungry eyes raking over her body as he rose to his feet. “Perfection actually.”
“You’d better keep tossing those compliments my way.”
“Why don’t you have Olivia set you up and I’ll see if I can keep up.” He kissed her forehead then nudged her toward the photographer.
When her eyes met Olivia’s, her cheeks felt awfully red. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a supporting partner. I find it truly does boost confidence.”
Olivia instructed her to kneel on the bed, then adjusted her arms. Once the first few had been taken, Olivia made sure to show Morgan, who seemed more than thrilled with the results.
“Sexy as sin.”
Olivia directed her through some more positions, and Morgan kept up the praises. Then it was his turn to join. Olivia had her kneel and covered her eyes with a blindfold while Morgan stood behind her, shirtless and his jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips. He threaded his fingers through her hair and turned her head to his will, the camera clicking wildly.
“And now, the highlight I’ve been looking forward to all day,” Olivia cheered, pulling out a long string of Christmas lights from a prop box.
“The Christmas lights,” Ruby quickly added for Morgan.
Olivia gasped and quickly apologised. “I’m so sorry Morgan!”
“No need to be sorry.”
“Even happens to me,” Ruby confessed.
Olivia draped the lights around Ruby, then directed Morgan to his position. He took her chin between his thumb and index and with his voice rumbling, said, “Unbuckle my belt.”
Her heart was racing, and she tried with all her might not to look over at Olivia who was moving about taking shot after shot.
“Nice and slow.” She obeyed, stopping once it hung open. “What does she look like?” he asked Olivia.
Olivia happily stepped forward and showed him the pictures. “What do you think? Would you like to change something.”
“Yeah, but it might be kinky.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“I want to tie her hands up with the lights.”
“I’m just rolling with the flow. You two lovebirds do what you feel comfortable with.” Olivia stepped back and occupied herself with adjusting the flood lights.
“Are you okay with that?” Morgan asked, thumb brushing over her lower lip.
“Yes. Just be careful. I don’t want you stepping on the light bulbs.”
Morgan effortlessly bound her wrists with the string lights, then returned to his position. At Olivia’s instruction, he adjusted his stance, fingers in Ruby’s hair for some pictures and his thumb pressed against her lips for others.
When Olivia showed him the results, a proud smile curled his lips. “Oh, darlin’, these are going to be hung above the bed.”
Olivia grinned and showed them to Ruby as well. “How comfortable are you two right now?”
“Very,” Morgan chuckled, but Ruby had no words, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at her from the screen. “Speechless? Are you starting to see yourself through my eyes?”
