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“Yeah, show me that jawline, babe.”

He moved slightly under me, as if he was beginning to like it. He put the cigarette back in his mouth and blew the smoke out slowly.

I took the photo.

The result was exactly what I had wanted, perhaps even more than what I had hoped for. It only showed his jawline and those sensual lips, his tense neck, protruding veins and the smoke that enveloped his features as if by magic.

“You’re a work of art,” I whispered, fascinated.

I could have photographed every inch of his body without getting bored.

Harris picked up the phone and looked at the result, his face neutral, but when he lifted his gaze to me, I could see he was all in on my little game.

“I’m a work of art?”

He leaned back and turned the phone towards me. I only blinked twice before I heard the soft click of the camera, then giggled.

“This… is a work of art,” he whispered as he analyzed the picture, and I took the phone out of his hand to see what he’d done. He had been much greedier than me. He had taken a picture of my lips, but the frame reached up to my breasts and stopped just above my nipples. You couldn’t see them, but there was enough room for imagination to take over.

I smiled and bit my lip.

“I’m the photographer, you’re the model,” I tried capturing him again as he put the cigarette back in his mouth, but he took the phone out of my hand.

Before I could protest, he cupped my cheek in his palm, then lowered it to my neck.

I froze.

His thumb touched my lips, and I opened them so he could easily slide his finger into my mouth. My head fell back a little as Harris blew the smoke across my chest and took the photo.

I never thought my own body would turn me on, but it happened when Harris showed me the photo. The way his hand hooked on me, his finger between my lips, the smoke enveloping me in all the right places, it was a visual orgasm.

“Okay, you’re the photographer,” I conceded, and his smile lit a fire under my skin.

What followed was the sexiest, most erotic photo shoot of my life.

In that moment, I was certain I had been created to love Harris, because I felt worshiped by his every touch, every whisper, and every kiss.

I was his.

CHAPTER 20

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THE TRAITOROUS ALLY

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It was the first time Harris had driven slowly, but the moment demanded it. The car moved lazily along the empty road, the engine was barely audible, and I felt like I was floating on a fluffy cloud.

I was fully immersed in Harris’ arms, this time in a more comfortable position. I was still lying on his lap, but my back was leaning against the window of his door and my feet were resting on the passenger seat.

I wasn’t really sleepy, but Harris’ slow and steady breathing put me in a dreamy state.

I leaned forward, letting my head fall onto his bare chest and glued my ear to his beating heart. It was so warm in the car, so pleasant, even though we had put our clothes back on before we left and they were still damp.

We’d lost track of time while we’d been together, hours had become minutes, and it was easy to see that as I watched the sun slowly rise.

We had both explored, touched and kissed until there were no secrets left about our bodies, nothing he didn’t know about me and I about him.

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