Page 8 of Stranger Session

His fingers wind through my hair as he looks up at me with more need than I’ve ever seen in a man’s eyes. It’s as if he believes my lips can provide his next breath. He adjusts beneath me, and his erection presses against me. My cheeks flush with heat.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Don’t apologize. I’m grinding on your lap,” I say with a nervous laugh.

I understand why he’s turned on. I am too. The wetness between my legs can’t be controlled when his hands move over my body or his mouth lands on mine. Add that to this extremely intimate position and his rock-hard cock beneathme. The lust is only intensified by the fact that I can’t sleep with him. We signed a contract stating we’d part ways after this and retain our anonymity.

I thought that was a good idea at the time. It makes it easier to act like I like someone if I know I’ll never have to see them again. But this isn’t an act.

“Do you like to be on top or bottom?” he asks, and those words cause a confused hurricane of feelings inside me. Between my legs.

“Bottom.”

He lifts me, camera flashing to the left of us, and lays me down in the cold grass. He places his hips between my legs and leans over me. My chest rises and meets his. The cool fall air assaults my lungs, but then he kisses me, those full lips capturing mine. The camera’s furious clicks fade away, and it’s just us.

His hips push against me, and his hard length strains against his pants. I long to shed our clothes and give this photographer and her assistant more than they bargained for. Which is very unlike me. I usually don’t even kiss on the first date.

What is this man doing to me?

His mouth moves to my ear, and he captures the delicate skin between his teeth. Applying just the right amount of pressure, he teases me until I’m pliable putty in his hands. I’ve genuinely forgotten about the two onlookers when I hear the snap of the photographer’s fingers beside my head.

“Hey, you two! I’m glad you’re both caught up in the spirit of things, but this isn’t the best angle for the shots I want. Let’s try something else.”

I don’t want to try something else. I want to keep doing exactly what we’re doing. Unless the something elseinvolves moving to a bedroom and ripping our clothes off, I’d rather stay right where I am.

But Del climbs off me and stands up, and I can’t remember the last time I felt so unattached from something. For a moment, we were connected by some invisible thread woven between us. Now Sarah has snipped it apart, and I’m slightly annoyed. I get to my feet anyway, curious to see what she has planned for us next.

Del

Sarah turns to her assistant. “Sam, remember that pose we did with the last couple?”

He pulls a bottle of eye drops from his pocket and drips the liquid into his eyes, then nods.

“It didn’t quite work for them because they lacked the right look, but I think it’s perfect for these two.” She turns to us. “Sam will show you how you’ll pose, Del. Mariah, you just go with the flow, okay?”

We nod, but I don’t like this. The assistant is a rugged fuck boy who gives me a run for my money in looks. He also reminds me of the guy I caught beneath my ex. My jaw clenches as Mariah moves toward him.

Sam wraps her hair around his hand, sits on the bench, and pulls her onto his lap with such fucking finesse. I want to abandon all composure and bludgeon him with Sarah’s camera, but I take a deep breath, calm myself the fuck down, and watch.

I don’t like the way his hands move on her body. Helooks at her like he’s ready to devour her. I mean, I get it. She’s fucking beautiful, and she’s a natural for photos.

But for the duration of this photo shoot, she’s mine.

“Okay, I got it,” I say as I step toward them. I wrap my hand around Mariah’s arm to help her to her feet and put some space between them.

“Get your hand off her.” Sam gets to his feet, nearly sending Mariah to the ground.

I release her once I’m sure she’s steady, and then I step into Sam. He might be a match in looks, but I could beat his ass with one arm tied behind my back. “I think you’ve forgotten your place, Mr. Assistant.”

“Del! Sam! Both of you need to relax!” Sarah yells as she gets between us. “Everyone take five!”

I brush a hand through my hair and step away from the fuck boy. “I’m going to have a smoke.”

He scoffs and pulls the eye drops from his pocket again.Your eyes are moist enough, I think, but I keep the snarky comment to myself and head to my car. I grab a cigarette and lighter from the center console. The nicotine should take the edge off. I fucking hope.

I may have overreacted a bit, but I couldn’t let him continue to touch her like that. Maybe I was only imagining it, but she didn’t seem as comfortable as she did with me. Instead of leaning into him, she’d leaned away. That had driven my need to get her away from the handsy assistant, though a bit of jealousy may have played a part.

I light the cigarette and lean back against my car. I never expected to feel like this when I signed up for the photo shoot. The feelings weren’t supposed to be so real, especially not this quickly.

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