Page 92 of Dirty Shots

“Only if you want to.”

She took a breath and shook her head. “No, let’s not. I don’t need the money to justify what we’ve done here. Just being here, seeing all these people admiring your work, it’s enough. I don’t need any more.”

He looked deep into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “As long as you are?”

He pulled her to him and kissed her. “Looks like they’re only for show, then. Shall we take a moment to appreciate our work?”

Together, they circumnavigated the art gallery, pausing in front of each photograph, remembering the exact moment each picture had been taken. All in black and white, the photographs were exquisite. One of a close up of her face, her cheek pressed to the floor, her eyes wide and utterly innocent. Another of the line of her back, and the top of her bottom, while she peeked over her shoulder at the camera. She understood exactly what Eric had meant about needing to be able to show her face. The whole feel of the collection would have been ruined if he hadn’t. Even the more explicit photographs had an elegance to them, as though she were a ballet dancer caught up in chains and photographed that way. Close up shots of her pussy were barely recognizable for what they were, and instead could have been mistaken for the petals of a strange and exotic orchid.

The images stole her breath.

She should never have doubted him. He was a master at his art.

People began to notice as she walked around, taking in the photographs, and a hushed silence fell over the gathering. She suddenly realized everyone was looking at her, and her heartrate galloped, her cheeks heating.

But then, somewhere at the back of the small crowd, someone began to clap, the sound joined by another and another, until the whole art gallery were applauding both her and Eric. She caught sight of Logan grinning at her, and he gave her a wink. A final set of hands joined the applause and she turned to see Eric clapping as well.

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