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Was Leo getting jealous? Did he not want anyone else to have eyes on me right now?

“I think we’ve got enough shots, Tommy,” Leo murmured again.

“Cool.” Tommy nodded before he held his camera up for Leo to look through the shots. “You’re seeing what I see, right? About the lighting? I really don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”

“No. You were right,” Leo admitted. “Everything looks great.”

After he spoke, he glanced over at me, a knowing look on his face. I returned the expression with a grin of my own, a silent language developing between us.

“Thanks. For putting up with Tommy,”Leo joked as soon as we were back in his bedroom later that afternoon. The photoshoot had just ended, and Tommy and the rest of the photographers wanted a few hours to themselves as they edited everything and brought it all together.

Leo went on, his back to me while he shut the door behind us. “Tommy was way too casual about asking you to take off your shirt, but that’s how he is with everyone. He doesn’t have the best boundaries when it comes to?—”

“Models? Athletes?”

“Anything. Anyone.” Leo laughed. “Anything goes when it comes to the altar of Tommy’s art.”

“Sounds intense.”

“A little, but you can’t argue with Tommy’s results.” Leo shrugged. “Plus, he turned out to be right about the lighting thing. I think I was just too stressed out when I was looking at the unedited photos of the guys?—”

“Were you jealous?”

“What?”

“When Tommy was taking my pictures,” I continued. “When there was the slightest chance that someone other than you was going to see me shirtless.”

“Uh…” Leo’s words trailed off, like he was trying to come up with something to say. “I mean, I wouldn’t say that I was jealous exactly…”

“I thought we already agreed that you weren’t going to lie to me.”

“Fine.” Leo playfully rolled his eyes. “Maybe I was a little jealous. Just a little. I know you aren’t interested in any of the guys or anyone on the crew, but?—”

“But you just like the idea of having me all to yourself?”

“What do you want me to say?” Leo lowered his gaze. “You’re hot. Who wouldn’t want you all to themselves?”

“So, you’re saying that you want me?” I asked, nearly in a whisper.

“Of course, I want you, Jacob.”

“How much do you want me?” I moved closer to Leo until my mouth was near his ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Leo groaned, as I felt a shiver move through him. Around the same time, I also felt his cock getting hard in his pants, a bulge suddenly pushing against my belt.

“Just say the word, baby,” I whispered again. “Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“But… the competition…” Leo pouted. “I don’t want to lose…”

“Well, the good news about that is that you’ve already won.” I smirked. “You were right yesterday. I just didn’t feel like conceding.”

“Ah. So, you’re finally admitting that I already won?” Leo smirked right back. “Do you feel better? No longer living in the land of delusion?”

“You are such a sore winner.” I couldn’t help but laugh at Leo’s response. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.”

“Sorry for rubbing it in.” Leo pretended to frown. “It’s just something winners do sometimes.”

“You’re totally ridiculous, you know that?” I laughed again before I pressed my lips against his, Leo’s own laugh soon swirling with mine.

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