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My brow furrowed as I studied her.

“What do you mean you have this covered?” I pressed, frowning harder when she set her camera down and rushed out of the room. “Kensy?” I called after her. “What do you mean you have this covered?”

Twenty-Five

Bella

“Are you sure we should start with this one?” I asked nervously, wearing the same red leather lingerie set we started with—the one with the crotchless panties.

“Yes. It’ll be perfect, and you said his favorite color is red, so it's double perfect.”

I climbed onto the bed and followed her lead as she put me in the position she wanted. I was finally starting to relax a little, reminding myself that I take these kinds of pictures all the time for work. But the problem was that these weren’t for work, they were for the man who I was still getting to know and would be marrying this weekend.

We started with some basic poses, probably her way of easing me into this. I sat on the bed with my back to her as I looked over my shoulder. My hair was down, the dark curls tickling my back where the thin straps of fabric held the panties in place. Then she had me lay down, angling my legs so that I wasn’t exposed. I sighed softly, settling in to the experience once I realized it wasn’t any different than what I did for Dark Vibes. We kept going, working our way through the routine we’d gotten so accustomed to.

“Okay, now carefully stand up, press your hands against the wall like we did earlier, and spread your legs,” she directed.

I did as she asked and was lost in thought as she moved around me. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped when she crouched down to get the angle we usually get, both of us suddenly forgetting about the crotchless panties.

“Oh my God!” She pinched her eyes closed while the camera stayed aimed at my vagina.

“Sorry!” I shrieked, rushing to cover myself up.

“No! Don’t move,” she commanded, holding her hand up for me to stop as her eyes fluttered open, looking anywhere but there.

I gave her a questioning look, but I could see the wheels turning in her head.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

“Usually.”

“Okay, hear me out—these aren’t going to be for anyone but Jones, right?”

I nodded.

“And you know I don’t share access to your photos with anyone. It’s in our contract.”

“Yes.”

“I know I’m already pushing your limits,” she said cautiously. “BUT, what if we gave him something to really look at?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I’d done boudoir shoots with Kensy before I started my assignment with Dark Vibes, but they were always tasteful and tame for her to use to build her portfolio. This would be something new for both of us.

“Kensy! You can’t be serious.”

“Why not? It’s no different than him sending you a dick pic or you sending him a flap snap.” She shrugged like this was the most normal conversation in the world to be having right now.

“A what?” My eyebrows rose higher on my forehead.

“A flap snap. Clam cam. Beaver teaser. Whatever you want to call it.”

“I don’t want to call it any of that. My beaver won’t be teasing anyone, thank you very much.”

“Umm, hate to break it to you, but it already is with this whole vow of celibacy.”

“It’s for like SIX DAYS,” I groaned. “It’s not that big of a tease. I’m the one hurting the most in all of this.”

“Unless you give him something to tease him until the wedding night,” she said with a sly grin.

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