Page 18 of Dirty Shots

His heart lifted, and he gaped at her. “Fine art?”

She snuggled into his arms and lowered her head to feather kisses along his shoulder. “Yes, Mr. Rutherford. And I’ve known who you were since the moment I saw you. I’m a big fan and I’ve dreaming of fucking you for years.”

“And yet you kept me waiting?”

“I couldn’t let you think you had me at first sight.”

“Are you saying I did?”

“Of course. And now I have what I want, too.”

“And what’s that?”

“Why, you of course. I’ll do anything for you, and for your work. Anything at all.”

How far could he take this, he wondered? A photographer with the perfect model, a woman willing to push boundaries, to go to any extreme to please him. And he wanted to please her, to take her where she wanted to go, to give her pleasure and together create the ultimate portraits of sexual perfection.

How far ...?

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