Page 54 of Worth Every Moment
Any second now, she’s going to feel my erection right between her legs.
Her thumb brushes over my nipple again.Why the fuck is she doing that?No one can see beneath my shirt.
“I didn’t realise we were making porn here,” I murmur.
Her breath is hot as it hits my cheek, and she’s panting just a little. “Is that what this feels like to you?”
My stomach drops. Backtrack, backtrack. You fucking idiot. Why would this feel like porn unless it was turning you on?
“I just didn’t expect… I wasn’t ready…” I sound like I took my brain out when I removed my suit.
Erica slides her hand back out of my shirt and cups my face, pressing her forehead to mine, not dropping the act for a second. “I’m a model,” she says, the sensuality in her tone rippling over my skin. “This is what I do. I’d be a pretty shit one if I didn’t know how to use my body.”
“Right,” announces the photographer, looking delightedly at the screen on his camera. His gaze flicks up to me. “You. Seb. Lose the shirt. We’ll do the same again but topless this time, and then we’ll do the kiss, and then we’re covered.”
What the actual fuck?
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Alook of grim determination fixes on Seb’s face as I slide off his lap. He unbuttons his shirt and a couple of assistants come over to help him out of it so he doesn’t damage the tattoos.
In all the years of our friendship, I’ve never seen Seb without a shirt on. And he’s right, this whole situation feels weird. Not like pornper se, but watching Seb remove his clothes ishot.
The muscles in his shoulders and back ripple. I ammelting.His bare chest is covered in my logo, the infinity symbol snaking its way over his pecs, his abs, all the way down to the v that tapers into his jeans. It’s as though I’ve branded him all over.Mine.
“Let’s change the jeans,” says the photographer, and someone runs over with a pair of pale jeans. “Boots and socks off. Let’s do bare feet and stonewash this time.”
The flicker on Seb’s face is minute as he bends to undo the boots, slides them off, and removes his socks. Another assistant grabs them and takes them away. Seb straightens and reaches for the buttons on his jeans. His gorgeous hands slide the metal button through the hole.His dick is under there. A guilty,shameful heat runs through me because this really does feel like watching porn. A slow and sensual kind made just for me.Absolutely off-limits.
“Eyes up, Lefroy,” Seb chides.
My stomach flips, but I cover up the bizarre way I’m feeling about his barely concealed dick with a laugh. A pretty convincing one too. Check me out, so cool and amused in the face of my friend’s penis. Feels like I’m winning at life.
But as he undoes the jeans and slides them down, my gaze goes straight to his crotch, where the fabric of his boxers is doing nothing to hide the size of his package. And it isbig. My cheeks burn.
He grabs the fresh jeans from the assistant and pulls them on. “I prefer these. All that black made me feel like I was dressed to break into someone’s house.”
You can break into my house any time.
He sits back down and I take a steadying breath before I resume my position on his lap again.
His large, warm hands land on my bare hips. Heat unfurls from the points of contact, rippling out like ink in water.Shit. I wish my body wasn’t reacting like this. It’s incredibly inconvenient. I keep my head down, refusing to look at him because… he’s Seb. He sees right through people. It’s this uncanny ability he has to know what people are thinking.
Right on cue, he says, “Getting a bit hot and bothered there, Lefroy?”
I bite my bottom lip and Seb’s blue gaze takes in the motion, a hint of a smile settling on his lips. His thumb strokes over my hip bone and my attempt to answer dies in my mouth. What should have been a firmNocomes out as little more than a breath. Another whimper.
“Let’s wind this up,” says the photographer. “Do what you were doing before. Keep it moving, as natural as possible, and then move into the kiss.”
My stomach dips. I hadn’t really thought this through. I remind myself that Mum will hate it. That this will help reshape my image. I can be the sexy woman I need to—
Seb hauls me closer still, severing my thoughts. There are inches between his bare abs and my stomach. His hands run up my back. One slides over my shoulder and up my neck, and the pounding in my pussy isunreal.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, and the raw command settles right between my legs, my pulse beating as though my heart has lodged down there too.
We edge closer, breaths mingling, tension fierce.
