Page 107 of Salacious Park Avenue Prince

He lay back down. “You’re a bossy fucker today. I like it.”

I picked up my camera, took off the lens cap, and changed the mode dial. “Good. ’Cause I plan to order that sweet ass around.”

“Oh? Is that where you wanna start?” Travis started to turn over, giving me a glimpse of the bruise I’d left on his smooth, firm cheeks. The same ones I’d spread apart for my dick.

I’d always enjoyed sex. But sex with Travis was on an entirely different level, one I didn’t know I could, or even wanted to, come back from.

What I did know? That I wanted these shots of him naked in my bed to remember the moment even if it’d always be searedinto my brain anyway. He was too beautiful not to capture, and now I didn’t have to hide the way I liked to look at him, since he’d already busted me for it.

Travis moved onto all fours and playfully shook his ass at me. “I don’t see you snapping away.”

“That’s because you’re not the one in charge.” I grabbed his ankle and tugged, and he fell flat onto his stomach. “And I told you how I wanted you.”

“You did, didn’t you?” He rolled over and spread himself out across my mattress, giving me the view I’d asked for. I sucked in a deeper breath as I brought my camera up to focus on him.

“Perfect,” I said, moving in closer and putting a knee on the bed. “Put your hands under your head.”

“Like this?” He brought them up and slipped them under the pillow, and holy hell, it took everything I had to keep the camera in my hands and not reach for him.

“Exactly like that.” I brought the camera up and put my eye to the viewfinder, focusing on his exquisite face. “Turn your head to the left—yeah, that’s it—and tilt it up a little.” The lighting highlighted all the sharp angles of it in a way that made my pulse race.

“Has anyone ever told you how seriously fuckin’ hot you get when you’re all Mr. Photographer?”

“No.” I smirked behind my hand as I held the camera steady. “But could you maybe wait to tell me that until after I’ve taken the shot, thanks.”

“See? You’re all ordering me around…”

“You’re still talking.”

“And you’re still hot.”

I let out a sigh and lowered the camera.“Travis?”

He turned his head on the pillow to look at me, a grin curving his too-talkative lips.

“Stop. Talking.”

He waggled his brows. “Wanna come stop me?”

“No. Iwantto take your photo.”

“But you’re too far away. Come closer.”

“Because that will help you behave? I don’t think so.” I brought my camera back up and couldn’t help snapping a shot of his pouting face. “Now turn your head and zip it.”

“Sheesh, don’t get your boxers all twisted. Oh wait, you aren’t wearing?—”

“Travis.”

“Okay, okay.” He bit down into his lip to keep from saying anything else, and it seemed my chastising him actually paid off, because the picture he made then was downright sexy.

I shifted up to my knees, moving to a slightly higher elevation so I could capture the light on his chest. The contrast of his strong body and soft lips, his smooth skin and morning stubble, it all added different textures and interesting points of focus that made you want to reach out and touch him.

Was it any wonder he attracted attention wherever he went?

Wanting more of him, I moved to my feet, and Travis glanced up at me. I snapped the shot, catching him off guard, and as I moved further up the bed, planting my feet on either side of him, Travis really got into it. A hand under the pillow, the other sliding down his chest, those bedroom eyes glancing up at me full of devilry.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

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