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My heart raced.

If we continued, there would be some difficult conversations ahead of us.

We were at different stages in our lives.

His smile floated into my mind.

Anything.

Already, I'd be willing to give Ethan anything.

I'd been right.

We had soared together.

Chapter Nine | Ethan

I finally had some time I could set aside for something I was excited about. A nude photoshoot with Carlos. I'd made the arrangements to meet him at his studio. I nearly bounced out of my shoes as I waited for him to open the industrial door after he buzzed me in.

The metal door slid aside, exposing a chic warehouse space. Also on display, the gorgeous Carlos. Wavy black hair, amber eyes, no shirt, and delicious, seductive tanned muscles.

Yum.

"Hey, beautiful." Carlos brushed some hair off my forehead then stepped aside, letting me in. He slid the door closed. "I'm looking forward to this."

Most of the walls in the vast space were covered in red and tan brick. Modern lighting. The broad wood plank ceiling soared at least thirty feet above us. At one end, his studio; backdrops, and props set to be used. I wandered down to that end past the massive kitchen island.

"How do we do this?" I asked, spinning around to face Carlos.

He pointed to a chair. "You can start by taking off your clothes. Throw them over there."

Simple enough.

"So, how long have you been taking pictures?" I unbuttoned my shirt, removed it, and lay it over the back of the chair. I kicked off my shoes.

"Almost twenty years."

"How long doing nude photos?" I undid my shorts and slid them off. They joined my shirt on the chair. "And publishing them in print?"

"Nudes, professionally, for eight years. I started doing the coffee table books four years ago. They sell like crazy." Carlos wandered up behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my bare shoulder. "Love these panties on you." He stroked my hip. "But I need you to take them off."

"Could we take some pictures with them on?"

"Sure. Later."

I slipped off my manties and tossed them onto the chair. My cock was showing some interest in what was happening. I had no issue with that. Some firmness would look good in pictures.

"Come into the bathroom," Carlos said. "Gotta oil you up."

I followed him. "Why?"

"The light reflects beautifully off skin with a bit of oil." Carlos guided me to stand on a bathmat and popped open a bottle of oil. He poured some into his hands. "Arms up from your sides." He started at my throat, using his hands to cover me in a light layer. It didn't feel greasy. More like a sheen. He bypassed my cock after oiling my hips and v-cut and moved onto my legs.

My cock was even more interested. I concentrated on mundane things as Carlos' hands cruised all over my body. This wasn't sex. This was Carlos in his professional capacity.

"Okay, you're good." He turned to the sink and washed his hands.

We made our way back to the studio area. Hanging on the wall, the backdrop was a base of black with grey swirls like plumes of smoke. "I'm working on a Roman gladiator theme."

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