Page 5 of Picture Perfect
“Then why are you still wearing all your clothes?”
I look down at my jeans and t-shirt. She’s right. I said I’d clear the room of everyone except me, and that I’d be wearing the exact same amount of clothes as her. To make her more comfortable.
“How do I know what you’re wearing if I can’t see you?” I ask.
She chews her lip for a second and then steps out from behind the partition. The sight of her nearly naked body is like a slap straight to the heart. I’ve never seen anyone more gorgeous in all my life.
For a moment, I can’t find anything to say. I stand in front of her dumbstruck. My mouth hangs open. I’m acting like a total doofus, but I can’t help it.
Hazel covers her body by folding her arms. She must be mistaking my silence for dislike. “Is everything okay?” she says.
Her voice is so quiet I can barely hear her. I need to make her more confident. I need to show her that she doesn’t need to be shy about her glorious, curvy body.
“You’re perfect.” I undo the button on my jeans and let them slide to the floor. Slowly, I step out of them. My t-shirt is still covering my briefs, but I’m pretty sure she can see my hardness. It’s poking out in front of me like a sword ready for battle.
She looks away as I pull my t-shirt over my head. The air is cold. It makes my nipples hard.
Slowly, she turns her head back around until she’s looking at me.
“Is this better?” I ask.
A cheeky smile spreads across her face. I can tell she likes what she’s seeing. “It’s a start,” she says, looking me straight in the face.
A violent throb of desire almost overwhelms me. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. It’s going to take all the self-control I can muster not to rip her clothes off and plunge my fat cock between her thick, sexy thighs.
I pick up my camera. Holding it in my hands feels good. It reminds me that I’m here for work. Not play.
I step close to her. Our bodies almost touch. “Over here,” I say, guiding her towards the set.
I position her so she is kneeling between two clouds. She really does look like an angel.
“Like this?” she says, leaning back and looking at me like she wants to tear my boxers off with her teeth.
“Yes.” I lift my camera to my face and take the first shot. The first of many. “Exactly like that, Hazel. You’re a natural. I told you this would work. You’re so fucking stunning.”
She lowers her eyes and stares at her fingers. There’s something so innocent about her. So fragile. I hope I can catch it on film. “You really think so?” she asks.
I kneel down in front of her. My erection is so hard it’s threatening to rip the thin cotton material of my underwear.
I take her chin in my fingers and lift her face so I can look her in the eyes. “I don’tthink, Hazel. Iknow. You’re an honest-to-God angel. You’re perfection.”
5
Hazel
Chase putsthe memory card into the little slot on the side of his laptop. He’s still only wearing his boxers. I heard men were supposed to call an ambulance if they’ve had an erection for too long. Chase is still as hard as a rock. It’s been hours. He’s been fully engorged ever since he set eyes on me without all my clothes on. I can’t help but think what it would be like to have him on top of me. Inside of me. Biting my neck as his thick shaft stretches my walls.
“Here,” he says, clicking a few buttons on the computer. “What do you think?”
An image of me pops up on the screen. I can hardly believe my eyes. The way Chase has photographed me, it’s like I’m a different person.
“They’re incredible,” I whisper.
He clicks to the next one. And the next. He talks about which shots he likes the most. How he loves the lines of my body. How the lighting he chose compliments my skin tone.
The more he talks, the more I stare at his lips. I’ve never wanted someone so much. His body is perfection. Rippling tan muscles cover every inch of him. I want to reach out and run my finger along the dips and crevices of his six-pack. I want to run my tongue along his thigh and then take his manhood in my mouth. I bet he tastes amazing.
“Hazel?” he says.
