Page 91 of Overexposed

Thankfully, I had a big, strong man there to help, and between the two of us, we got it into position under my lights.

“Sit,” I murmured, waving a hand at the leather seat as I adjusted the height of the diffusers and dialed through the warmth of the lights.

He once again did as he was told, and I tried really freaking hard to keep my mind out of the gutter when I caught him rearranging his dick in those tight, white underpants.

Once I was happy with the light, I stepped back to where I’d left my camera, then glanced over at Seven. He’d slouched back on the couch while waiting and had an elbow propped up on the arm with his legs spread wide.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “That’s perfect. Don’t move.”

His brow dipped ever so slightly as I quickly fixed my camera settings and took a few test shots. Then I sighed and shook my head when I looked at the previews.

“Can you…” I pursed my lips, analyzing the little image on my camera screen. “Can you stay exactly as you are but this time try putting a little moresexin your eyes? Look at me like I’m Clara Belle.”

I raised the camera back to my face, clicking a few shots before grimacing. “Okay, scratch that, you look fucking constipated. Can you just pretend you’re looking at someone youactually like? Give the camera your best panty-dropper smolder, Seven. I know you’ve got one in there somewhere.”

He shifted slightly, thenwham.

Fuck.I think my own panties just drowned with the instant flush of heat as his gaze hit me through the camera lens.Holy crap. I was unprepared.

“Like that?” he murmured, seeking validation.

“Uh-huh,” I replied in a somewhat strangled voice. “Perfect. Move around a bit, try some different positions.”

He did as I asked, such an obedient man, and my throat tightened with desire. I tried to mentally remind myself it was just the identical-twin effect. I was so intimately familiar with Gem and theywereidentical, so my body just thought he was Gem.

Right?

Right.

“Hold that,” I ordered when he struck a pose with one leg hitched up on the sofa and his head tipped back into the light. “Don’t move for a sec.” I just needed to fix the way the shadows were falling over the side of his face, which I did with a minor tweak. Then when I tried another shot, I realized his shirt wasn’t quite right.

“Stay there,” I murmured. “I need to fix this.” I put my camera down, then moved over to where he posed on the couch and tugged the edges of his shirt farther apart, revealing his golden, toned abs in full flex.

“Stray,” Seven said in a rough voice, pulling my gaze away from his abs, where I had just zoned out. Fuck, had he just caught me checking him out? “Is that drool on your chin?”

Panicked, I wiped my face of all expression. Then instantly groaned when Seven’s lips curved in a smug-as-fuck grin. Totally busted. “You’re an asshole,” I muttered. “It just so happens you’re a sexy asshole. Don’t let it go to your head, Demon Spawn.”

Forcing myself to take a step back, I turned away to retrieve my camera once more as I took a few calming breaths. This wasSeven…not Gem. Except, that was part of the problem.

Swallowing hard, I brought the camera back to my eye and tried to focus on the art. Except he took that moment to run a hand through his hair and flex his body, and an embarrassing sound escaped my throat. Fuckity fuck, had he heard me? Surely not. It had been quiet. Just in case, I fake coughed a couple of times.

Nice. That covered it up.

“Okay, try a different pose,” I suggested but as he shifted his position, I spotted a big problem through the lens of my camera. A big…hard…problem.

“Seven!” I gasped, lowering the camera and putting it down on a stool so I could gesture wildly at the issue. “This isn’t a shoot forPlaygirl. No one needs to see that.”

He shrugged, unconcerned with the way his briefs were stretched out of shape. “I don’t know what you want me to do about it, Stray. I can’t control the fact that my dick thinks you’re looking atmelike that.”

My mouth went dry. “Like what?” My question was so high-pitched, it was comical.

Seven smoldered at me, fisting his dick through the fabric as he shifted on the seat. “Like your head is blurring the line on which Harrison twin is here, maybe thinking about having Gembend you over the arm of this sofa and fuck your pussy until you screamed.”

“I’m not!” I protested, my cheeks heated. “That’s…insane. Trust me, Seven, I could tell you two apart in the dark.”

His brows rose with curiosity. “Ah, so that look in your eye is just for me? Good to know.”

Panic. Utter panic. “What? No, that’s not what I said. You’re twisting my words, Seven.”

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