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Each shot better than the last. Sexier. Hotter. More intimate.
My cock strained against the soft fabric of my sweats, and when he winked at me, I had to reach down and give myself a squeeze.
“Did I have that effect on you on all those red carpets?” he asked.
“I’ll never tell.”
“That’s a yes.”
I grinned and snapped his cocky expression. “You look like you’re feeling pretty good about yourself.”
“Can you blame me? I’ve got Caleb Reeves taking photos of me to add to his stalker album.”
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
“Nope. I want it displayed on the coffee table. Give all our guests something hot to look at.”
All I could do was shake my head, because there was no one else like Travis—all that bold, in-your-face confidence that bordered on outrageous most days, and the way he gave no fucks… Except when it came to me, apparently. He made it sound like I was his one weakness.
I hopped off the bed and pulled the chair over to stand on and get some full-body snaps.
“Cover your hips with the sheet,” I said, and Travis balked.
“What? Fuck no. My cock is a work of art. It deserves to be admired.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. Itwasthe most impressive cock I’d ever seen. “My bad for trying to preserve your modesty. I forgot you don’t have any.”
“Not a bit.” He smiled proudly as I directed him into a few different positions.
It wasn’t exactly a hardship to get the shots he wanted, because hell, I wanted them too. They probably wouldn’t make it into the scrapbook, but maybe into something under lock and key. He might have no limits, but there were a few I wanted for my eyes only.
“All right, let’s change things up a bit. Lie down on your stomach on the edge of the bed,” I said, stepping down from the chair. As Travis moved, I played with the curtain, trying to get the right light for what I wanted.
“Is it my ass or my face you’re trying to light up?”
“If I focus on your ass, I’m gonna have to edit out the bruise I left there.” When Travis’s eyes lit up, I added, “Whoops.”
“Shiiit, now you have to. That’s so hot.” He looked over his shoulder. “Did you really leave a bruise?”
“Guess my mouth got a little too eager.” An understatement. I was already impatient to get it back on him again after getting teased through this lens.
Getting down on one knee, I brushed Travis’s hair back so it spiked up a bit. He watched me with that intense stare, the one you could feel even when you weren’t looking at him. And I’d had a lot of experience trying not to look at him. Those stares could bore holes deep into your body if he willed them to, or they could light you up from the inside out. It was nice to be on the latter side right now.
“Rest your chin on your arm and just look at me.” As I went to move my hand from his hair, he reached for my wrist and pressed a kiss to the tips of my fingers. The tremor that went through me at the simple, unexpected move made him smile. He let go, and I shifted back to view him again from behind the camera.
The vision he made was one I knew I’d never forget, even without a picture as proof. The white sheets were the perfect contrast to his tanned skin and black hair, and the rumpled mess around him made you wonder what he’d been up to moments before this shot. Until, of course, you looked at his face.
His hooded eyes, sensual mouth, and blissed-out expression told of a beautiful man who’d spent the morning rolling between the sheets with someone he desired—and that person was on the other side of the camera.
It was in his relaxed pose, the soft glimmer in his eyes as he stared up at me, the level of comfort he showed by relaxing into the moment. He was looking at me in a way that had my pulse racing.
He was looking at me like this was the first time he’d ever seen me.
I took the first shot, then another, and another, before lowering my camera.
“You okay?” I wasn’t sure it was the right thing to ask, since we’d been having such a good time, but something in the air felt like it had shifted, and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing anything.
“Yeah, why?”
