Page 2 of The Enforcer

I was in so much trouble.

Cautiously, I peered over at Matt to see if he heard anything about the exchange. When he continued to stare ahead at the television, listening intently to whatever the hell Howie Long was saying, I knew I was safe.

But I didn't know how long that would last.

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Truth be told, I didn't expect Kenna to show up the next morning at my studio tucked away across the lake. Since Cedar Creek was a small town, it was the perfect place to put it to attract the summer tourists that flocked to the town. But precisely at nine o'clock, an hour before my studio officially opened, Kenna was knocking on the glass door, blonde hair straightened, white shorts showing off beautiful bronzed legs I wanted thrown over my shoulders as I plowed into her like a goddamn Joaquin hammer.

I started to feel myself get hard at just the thought, and cursed. This was the worst time for this time happen. I had just gotten myself off a couple of hours ago in the shower with a similar vivid fantasy. It was difficult to control myself when she was in the flesh, coming to talk to me about something directly and looking so goddamn gorgeous my dick didn't know what to do with itself.

I walked over to the door and unlocked it. I opened the door and stood back, letting her walk in, all bouncing breasts and vanilla filling my senses and making my dick fucking hurt.

The minute she left, I would have to get off.

Jesus, this girl should be locked away.

"Hey Joaquin," she said in that warm, mischievous tone. "Thanks so much for meeting with me."

"No problem," I managed to get out, shutting the door and locking it behind me. The blinds were still drawn, which meant nobody could see us. We were completely alone. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Right." She dropped her bag onto the couch in the lobby and turned towards me. She was wearing a thin-strapped shirt and a push-up bra - which she didn't fucking need - making her breasts look even bigger than usual. "I know you do these gorgeous landscape pictures and tourist photos. But have you ever done photos for couples?"

I furrowed my brow. "I'm not sure I follow," I told her honestly.

I watched as her cheeks turned red and she shot me a look. "My boyfriend's coming home for Thanksgiving," she told me. "And I wanted to surprise him with a gift. And I had heard other girls making scrapbooks of themselves in lingerie. And I was wondering if you could do something like that for me. I would pay you, obviously."

My mouth ran dry. Fucking dry like this goddamn town in the summer. She wanted me to take pictures of her in lingerie? I could give a shit that it was for some boyfriend. I would see her nearly naked, looking at me like I'd fantasized...

And I'd have the negatives. Which meant I would get copies of these pictures to use for myself.

Jesus, I was such a goddamn pervert, but I didn't fucking care. This was too good.

"I know it's weird," she continued on, and I could tell she didn't trust me to say yes. Which made no fucking sense to me. "I mean, you're my dad's best friend. But I feel as though I trust you. And I wouldn't trust anyone else to see me that way. And you're a professional." She bit her bottom lip and I swear my cock throbbed. It was spilling out pre-cum and if I didn't beat it out now, I wouldn't get the chance. "If you have to think about it, that's totally cool too. I don't want to make things weird for us."

"It won't," I said. I cleared my throat. "There are a couple of things we should go over before we agree to this. You do understand that I don't specialize in this area of photography. If you want, I can refer you to a couple of photographers" - all female, of course - "I trust who so this sort of thing for a living."

"No," she said firmly. Her gaze was unwavering. "It has to be you."

I clenched my teeth together to keep from moaning. Jesus, did this girl even know what the fuck she was saying? Did she know how it was affecting me? My cock?

"Okay," I said slowly, letting out a breath. "I have no clothes for the shoot."

"I have clothes," she said.

Of course she did. I clenched my teeth together.

I nodded once and placed my hands on my hips. I had to restrain from curling my fingers into fists and biting my knuckles.

"Okay," I got out. "When did you want to start?"

"What have you got booked?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "I can work around your schedule. I know you're doing me this favor - a favor I will pay for, mind you - but the sooner the better. Around your schedule." She turned red again.

She looked cute when she babbled.

The fuck?

Cute?

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