Page 93 of Maid in Heaven

As the crashing waves of her second orgasm simmered, she looked up. His brilliant blue eyes studiedher. She wrapped her legs around his hips. His thrusts quickened.

It took every ounce of restraint he could muster to focus on somethingelse,anythingelse,other than the orgasm building inside him. He bit his lip hard to redirect his mind as her moans intensified. The feelof her nails dragging across his back spurred his body to release.

His body expertly workedto stroke every sensitive spot, but some feral part of his mindurged him to bury himself inside of her and come undone.

Ava’s heart pounded against his own.

His thrusts grew fevered, gaze steely. His nearing orgasm made her muscles grip him harder.As Will’s cock pulsed, Ava savored the feel of him finishinginside of her in the mostintimate display of trustshe could fathom.

Their bodies melded into one sweat-beaded form on the couch.Absorbing the sight of her, Will couldn't speak. She was breathtaking, dewy, and radiant with an otherworldly air of beauty.

This woman was adream come true.

A sense of peace washed over them both. He nestledinto the too-small nook of the couch beside her and scooped her in his arms. He lay there for a while,clutching her tight, savoring the warmth of her China-smooth skin.

Soon, Ava was fast asleep, naked in his loving arms.

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Three months later

“Can you put alittle more oil on those abs, Ava?Just applyit off to the side thereso you don’t get it on the endless,” ordered the photographer.

Will stepped to the side of a draped paper backdrop in a studio full of hung lights and flags placed just-so on C-stands.

“Yes, no problem, Scooter.”

“Scooter?” Will whispered as he approached. “You hired a guy namedScooterto do the shoot?”

Avagiggled anddoused her hands in baby oil, sliding them along every nook and cranny of Will’s chest with a shit-eating grin.

“Honey, stop. You’re gonna give me a hard-on,” he grumbled. “Second one today.” He winked, thinking back to their morning glory.

“Would that be such a crime? Those goods’ll only help us sell this service, baby.”

“What am I even doing?This is crazy. I’m not amodel. We should’ve gotten some other guy to do thisshoot. I gotno ideawhat I’m doin’.”

“It’s all good. Barrett is coming in in twenty minutes to do his sexy courthouse judge shoot for the other promo. Then, Kerry is coming to play a naughty pilot at three.”

Will shook his head, fighting a smile. “This is so wild.”

Ava looked up into his eyes, tone soft and comforting. “You are the sexiest man I haveevermet. This is forMan Maid. Let’s sell these rich ol’ ladies thedream. You got this.” Shewiped her hands on a towel and smiled.

“You owe me later.” He grinned.

“Deal.” Ava slapped his ass as he walked away.

Will took his place on the endless backdrop again. In thebright lights, his body glistened.

Avaturned back to the photographer and gave him a thumbs up.“All good, Scooter.”

“Thank you.” Scooter changed his aperture, focusedhis lens,andstarted clicking off shots. Images appeared on the open laptop nearby tethered to the DSLR with a long wire. With short, shuffling steps, he went to the edge of the backdrop and tugged out a light meter from his back pocket. He held it upin front of Will’s faceand then in front of the crotch of his yellow briefs, ones that matched the shade of the yellow dish gloves Will’s rippled forearms were bursting out of.

“Mr. Jessup, it’s showtime.”

“Alright, Mr. DeMille. I’m ready for my close-up,” Will said, doing his best impression of the character from Sunset Boulevard.

“How about you hold up the spray bottle this time?”

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