Page 7 of The Enforcer

Because I would not be happy telling her that I wanted only to have her turn around and give something I thought would be mine to somebody else.

If I didn't tell her what I wanted, though, I would make it obvious that this shoot wasn't like the others. Women came in here with the same request, wanting to do something sexy for their boyfriends or husbands and asked me my opinion on everything from the outfits to the poses to the type of album they should get. I always gave my professional opinion on the matter because I was treating it like it was my job - because it was. There were times the women clearly lied about having a boyfriend and wanted an excuse to get naked in front of me, hoping to entice me into sex.

It never worked. Not when it came to my photography business. This was sacred space. And what that meant to me was that I never crossed a boundary, no matter how beautiful, how willing, or how much the mood of the environment played into her desires. I was a professional here and I wanted to keep it that way, especially since I was used for only fighting on the ice.

I wanted to be more than just that.

I cleared my throat, trying to buy myself more time.

"If you're asking what's been the most popular choice -"

"I'm asking what you would want," she pushed, her gaze never leaving mine. She was ballsy, I'd give her that. How she was able to look me in the eye regardless of everything going on between us took confidence. "If I was doing this for you, what would you want?"

"I like the teasing," I said before I could stop myself. It had to be her eyes. They held powers to compel me to say things I wasn't sure I should say. Like a goddamn witch. "I like knowing there are things on you I could peel off."

I watched her swallow, the gesture slow and deliberate. She still didn't move her gaze from mine. We were both in a trance. It was as though the words meant more to both of us, like there was more to it.

She nodded. "I agree," she said. "I have a couple more outfits in the bag that we can work with."

"We have some here as well if you want to go through them after this portion," I added. And if she asked me my opinion on what to wear, I would know exactly how to dress her. Because I had fantasized about her in some of these outfits before, and now that she was here...

It was like playing dress up.

She nodded her head, as though she wanted to make sure I was acknowledging my statement.

"I'm going to take a couple of practice shots," I said as I headed for my camera. "Make sure the lighting is okay, the focus of the lens works for what we're trying to create. Make sense?"

From my peripheral, I saw her nod.

I brought the camera up to my eyes and took a couple of shots before checking them. Everything seemed fine. Kenna was beautiful, graced on that couch. Her nipples were easily discernable and my cock was responding to them. Whatever her goal with these pictures...

I didn't want to think about it.

"Can I see?" she asked.

I froze. It wasn't the first time someone asked to review their shots but I always told them to trust me, that they would see everything in the album. Kenna was different, though. Kenna was always different.

I sat next to her on the couch and showed her the shots. Her lips tugged into a frown.

"I mean," she said. "I like them, but they don't scream sexy."

What the hell was she thinking? Of course they did.

"I want Walter to see me and know I just had an orgasm, you know? I want to lie down, my legs open, and his eyes to see my pussy and to know I am still twitching because of pleasure."

I felt my body get both aroused and upset with her words. The last thing I wanted was to think about some other jackass who wanted her, who would look at these pictures and know her well enough to notice plump lips, wild hair, and have it automatically recall Kenna in the throes of passion.

"Okay," I forced myself to say. "How do you want to fix it?"

She hesitated before charging right through her answer. "I need to come," she said.

"I'm sorry?"

"I think it would be most authentic if I actually came," she explained. Her cheeks turned red like a middle schooler talking about sex even though she thought she probably shouldn't be. "I just, I have a problem."

"Okay..." I let my voice trail off, unsure of where she was going with this.

"Can you help me?"

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