Page 55 of Obsessed Heir

Comfortable? I don’t believe that’s within the realm of possibility. It feels like I’m sidling up to a fire-breathing dragon in a three-piece suit.

I shift my shoulders, trying to lose the stiffness. At the same time, I struggle with the need to pull away. Barron’s sitting there, all smug, while I’m trying to ignore the fact my bare butt is on his thighs.

The concern on Holly’s face has me worried. “Smile, honey.”

Click.

“Maybe not,” Steven says thoughtfully. He turns from the camera to talk to Holly. “You’re going for a power dynamic. That can work if she’s frightened or intimidated.” They both turn to me. “It helps build tension.”

Oh yeah. The tension’s thick enough to suffocate me.

“Okay. I see what you’re going for. And you’re right,” she acknowledges. “What if she’s biting her lip, and body wise…” She comes over and arranges my shoulders. She turns my face to where my head’s tucked in so I’m staring down at the middle of Barron’s massive chest.

Click,click,click.“Yep. You got it.”Click,click,click.“We may come back to this. Maybe he has his hand in her hair.”

“That’ll work,” she says.

“But I don’t want to stop for hair and makeup right now.”Click,click,click.“So this will be the first layer.”

By the sound of it, these few poses will take longer than I hoped.

Steven turns the camera on its side. “Face him.”Click,click,click.“Lean in to his chest.”

Click,click,click.

My stomach pitches. I raise my eyes to meet his and shift my shoulder against him.

“No!” Steven’s exasperation comes through again. “Turn, set your arms on his chest then lean in.”

“Um…” Oh Lord. With a jerky move, I lean into Barron, ignoring the heat of his body.

“Put your arm around her,” he says in a tone that sounds much more professional.

This time, it’s impossible to ignore how his palm is scorching my skin.Click,click,click.He turns the camera again.Click,click,click.

“Bring your leg around so we can see the curve of your ass,” he says, reverting to the jerk I’ve been dealing with.

Click,click,click,click,click.

“Now, let’s have you across his lap,” he says, holding his palm out in a sweeping motion. “Settle at the edge of the couch with your knee pointing down and your forearms on the couch’s arm.”

I’m more than happy to jump off him, step around his legs, then try to get myself into the pose Steven wants. I take an extra second to adjust the straps so I don’t spill out.

“Okay, hand on her ass,” he says to Barron.

I stiffen, as if waiting for a shot and being terrified of needles. His palm settles on me, and I falter. My instinct is to pull away, but that sends me against his body.

“Fingers stretched out to touch her skin,” he instructs shamelessly.

Which makes the anticipation that much worse. I curl my toes, conscious of the heat of his palm burning my skin.

Click,click,click,click,click.

“Look at the camera.” His tone is enough to let me know he’s speaking to me.Click.“Love it.”Click.His breath rushes out. “You’re the main focus of the picture,” he says, annoyed. “Imagine it’s your boyfriend back home.”Click,click.“Or the last time you were in the back seat, getting all sweaty.”

Now I’m the one with the annoyed expression.

“Okay.” He sets the camera against his chest, giving me an eye-roll. “Just get up and over by the window.” He stomps off, annoyed.

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