Page 36 of The Model

“What’s stopping you?” My grip on her tightened.

I shook with silent laughter until my tip hit her entrance, and I groaned. “I’m not into exhibitionism.”

Cupping my face in the palm of her tiny hands, her thumbs swept over my cheeks and lips. “Neither am I, dimples, but when I’m around you, the world seems to fall away. I wouldn’t even realize we had an audience until it was too late. Why don’t we go upstairs and get cleaned up? We can take advantage of that big tub.”

Liking the sound of spending more time in any type of water with her, I licked my bottom lip. Lexie’s eyes followed my tongue and fought against my hold as she tried to grind against me. If she hadn’t been on my lap, I would have jumped up and thrown her over my shoulder.

My dick in her sweet, wet pussy was pure bliss, and I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the night in her.

Sliding her off my lap, I stood wrapping her hand in mine and pulled her along the sandy beach. My toes dug into the warm sand as she giggled behind me. One of her soft hands rested between my shoulder blades as she kissed along my back.

I tried to adjust myself, so everyone didn’t see how hard Lexie made me when she was pressed up against me. “My sexy Lexie, you’re causing me to give quite the show. Behave.”

“Then you better walk faster because I’m not sure how long I can keep my hands to myself.” Her hands slipped down and around my waist with her fingers resting just above my waistband.

Clasping her hands in mine, I brought her flush against me. I hadn’t thought when I stopped her, and now I realized I’d made the wrong move. When Lexie was near, my body had a mind of its own.

We stumbled into the hotel elevator, drunk on each other. I pressed the button for the eleventh floor and then pulled her back into my chest. I stared back at us in the mirrored walls. Even though we were an unconventional pair, I could see us together in the future. As I swayed us to the music piping through the speakers with her petite frame fitting perfectly against my body, I closed my eyes and tried to memorize what her body felt like against mine. I would miss falling asleep and waking up next to her, and after this last week, I knew I’d be even lonelier than before.

“Let me see your phone.” Lexie broke me out of my trance. I held out my phone to her. Holding it up in front of us, she ordered. “Say orgasm.” We both laughed as she took our picture. It was perfect and so us. We’d never looked happier.

“I’m going to make that my lock screen so I can look it all the time while we’re apart,” I whispered in her ear. I felt her body relax a little at my words, making me hold her tighter.

“I can’t believe I gave up my pictures.” It took her hours to pick which ones she could part with. I didn’t think she normally would have had such a dilemma. She was attached to those photos from the moment she’d taken them.

“Only a few and not the best of them.” I kissed the skin beneath her ear. “I can’t thank you enough for doing that for me.”

“You’ve thanked me enough to last a lifetime. I told you I’d do anything within my power to help you.”

“And you did.” I still couldn’t get over how much they’d paid her for two photos and then given her all but one of the pictures that Carlos took. I’d been wondering about it and finally got up the nerve to ask her. “Do you usually make that much money on the pictures you take?”

“That was pretty standard.” The elevator doors opened to our floor, and this time it was Lexie who was guiding us. “I’ve gotten more and less.”

How did she work as much as she did and make that much and not live in a mansion on the beach like she wanted?

“I see that look on your face. Living in LA is expensive and the taxes…” She shook her head as she slipped the keycard in the door. “I’m saving my money for the right time, the right property.”

Opening the door, she went straight to the bathroom and turned on the water to the tub. It was big enough for at least three people and would take a few minutes to fill. I leaned against the counter as Lexie looked at all the bottles the hotel provided.

“You don’t have to explain it to me. I’ve been living on friends’ couches while I saved enough to afford my own place. I don’t even have my own car in LA. Most of my possessions are in Washington at my parents’ house.”

“Got it.” She lifted one bottle to her nose. Spinning around, she poured the contents under the fall of water, and the smell of lavender and vanilla filled the air.

Pulling off my trunks, I sat my phone by the tub in case I was inspired to take more pictures while we were in the water. So far, I only had a few pictures of my travels. The vast majority of the images were of Lexie and our time together.

Letting her top fall to the floor, she asked as she stepped into the nearly full tub, “Have you ever thought of becoming a photographer?”

“No, I don’t have the eye that you do.” I stepped in behind her. My legs went to the outside of hers as I leaned back and rested my head on the back of the tub.

“You have more than you know. It takes practice. While I do think you’ll have a long career, you can’t always be a model.” She leaned back against my chest, bringing my arms around her. “It’s something to think about.”

“Will you teach me?”

“Someday.”

“If I can make even half as much as you did on—”

“Remember when I talked to you about being picky about the jobs you take? That’s what I do. I don’t take low-paying jobs unless it’s for a good cause or a friend.”

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