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I whimper into his mouth, trying desperately not to rock myself against his cock.

For a second, I wonder how Natasha can possibly get away with doing such a steamy photoshoot, then I remember that the other engaged couple’s Natasha shoots have actually had sex with each other. They can probably handle a little light kissing without feeling the need to rip each other’s clothes off.

“Okay, great stuff guys,” she says. “Now we have a couple of options. We can do some standing photos, or we can stay on the couch and do some more cuddly poses.”

“Let’s stay on the couch,” I call, sounding more breathless than I meant to.

The last thing Gage and I need is more physical contact. But we definitely can’t do standing photos until Gage has, well...calmed down.

Natasha directs us until I’m lying on the couch and Gage is braced above me, every inch of his body pressed against mine. Our fingers are twined together, and he’s staring intently into my face.

His eyes are hot on mine. I feel like I’m trembling with wanting him.

“Okay, Violet, turn your head to me. Yes, exactly like that. Girl, your face was made for photography,” Natasha says.

If photography doesn’t work out for her, she could have a career in motivational speaking. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so beautiful or sexy.

Then again, that probably has more to do with the six-foot-something gorgeous man who’s pressed against me.

“Okay, Gage, can you lower her head like you’re kissing her neck?”

I gasp as I feel his lips on my neck. Because Gage isn’t posingas ifhe’s kissing me. He’s launching a full-on exploration, finding every spot that feels good, and then lingering until I can’t hold still anymore. My fingers dig into his hands as I twist underneath him, helpless and trapped and so damn turned on I couldscream.

“Wow, you two are electric,” Natasha marvels. “Okay, one more pose then we’ll take a break. Gage if you could just pull her leg up a little—”

“No,” Gage bites out, abruptly pulling away and sitting up. “We’re done.”

The cold air rushes in between us. I half sit up, feeling weirdly exposed. Like I was busy dreaming, and someone threw a bucket of ice water to wake me up.

“Oh. Sure,” Natasha says, trying to be accommodating. “We can take a break now.”

“No, we’re not taking a break. We’re leaving. Now,” Gage all but snarls. It’s like a switch has flipped. I’ve never seen him look this fierce.

He stands and tosses a wad of $500 bills on the couch. “Don’t show those photos to anyone. And if you don’t delete every single file, I will sue you into oblivion. Understand?”

Natasha blinks and nods. “...if that’s what you both want.”

I open my mouth to ask that she at least send us the first few photos because we’ll need one of those for the press release.

But Gage interrupts me before we can get a word in edgewise. “It’s what we want.” He grabs my hand and starts towing me toward the door. He’s moving so fast I have to half-jog to keep up.

Natasha calls, “If you could just change out of the dress—”

“Send me the fucking bill,” Gage orders.

And then we’re out the door and blinking in the bright sunlight.

Gage drops my hand like he can’t stand to touch me a second longer.

Which is weird, because for a second there, it seemed like he enjoyed touching me. Like,a lot.

Gage hails a cab and rushes us in without ever once looking me in the face.

I can’t help but wonder,what the hell just happened?

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