Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(8)

There was a pause, then Bianca spoke into the stunned silence. “Well said, Rick. Wasn’t that well said, Sammi?”

“I’ve seen her work,” Rick continued. “You’ll look good.”

She could almost read Joey’s mind. If this guy thinks it’s not gay… “Okay…but just the shirt.”

“But I like those boxers,” Angela whined.

“The shirt’s enough,” Samantha said, deciding to go with a simple clinch and just two positions, not her usual six. She’d use the digital, which hung from her neck, and move the camera, not the couple, to maintain Joey’s tentative goodwill. “Angela and Joey, find a comfortable position lying down. Bianca, you’ve done all you can. How about you wait in the lobby for us?”

“Whatever you say, hon,” Bianca said. “Smile nice, you two.”

While Joey uneasily unbuttoned his shirt, Samantha hit the CD player’s remote, filling the room with soft music. “Grab that stepladder,” she said to Rick, winking at him as a thank-you for getting Joey’s cooperation.

“Whatever you need,” he said, winking back. There was that snap of heat between them again, that tug of man-woman connection and her embarrassment from earlier was completely erased.

Rick braced the ladder while she climbed. She felt his eyes on her body, was aware of the strength and warmth of his arms almost touching her thighs. It was a good thing he held the ladder or she’d have wobbled right off the rung.

To steady herself, she focused in on her subjects, lying hopelessly tense on the chaise beneath her.

“Look into Angela’s eyes, Joey, and forget we’re here,” she said in the low, even register that worked best with self-conscious clients. “Let Angela be all you see.”

“This is so lame,” Joey said.

Angela grabbed the back of his hair.

“Ouch. Okay, okay.”

“Won’t you miss me?” Angela asked in a little girl’s voice.

“Sure I’ll miss you, baby,” he said slowly.

“Like the moon?” she coaxed. “And all the stars?”

Sweetness softened Joey’s hard features. “Every friggin’ twinkle,” he said, sinking into the rhythm of what must be a lover’s ritual they shared. He leaned down and kissed her.

Samantha sighed. She loved when couples got tender with each other.

“This is all you’ll have of me while you’re gone,” Angela murmured, holding Joey’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, getting into it now. “So it has to be good. It has to last.”

Samantha took a shot. Perfect. When she shifted, she accidentally bumped Rick’s forearm, remembering he was there, which was strangely reassuring, even as it put her on sexual alert. After a few more snaps, she needed to get down the ladder to try for some shots from beside the couple.

She turned toward Rick, signaling her descent, and he moved slightly. Her butt brushed his chest as she lowered herself, and, once on the ground, she turned, hesitating in the cave of his arms.

He struggled, too, for a moment, and almost seemed to force himself to step away from her. Whatever was percolating here was definitely mutual. She took a shuddering breath and went to crouch beside the couple.

She looked up at them, framing their faces between their forearms. Nice shot.

Rick moved to the Hasselblad and in a few seconds, he snapped a picture, setting off the strobe. She smiled her approval. She’d have two camera perspectives after all. Twice the photos in the five minutes they had before Joey lost interest.

“Imagine you’re saying goodbye,” she said to pull a little more emotion from the couple.

Angela pulled Joey in for a kiss.

“Baby,” Joey murmured.

Click. Perfect. Samantha looked over at Rick, who’d fired off more frames, and they smiled at each other. They’d made the most of a delicate moment, working as a team, in wordless sync. Which was surprising considering they were virtual strangers. Rick had potential as an assistant.

But what about as a dinner partner?

She watched her couple, moved by the way Joey cupped Angela’s cheeks with his entire palms, as if he couldn’t touch enough of her, and how Angela pointed her toes between Joey’s feet, utterly thrilled to be in his arms.

Samantha wanted this intimacy, too. Eventually. After she’d been wild and free and wanton for a while. She would know when she was ready. In a couple of years. Maybe three. She had a lot of fantasies to live out.

She caught Rick looking at her. He seemed puzzled, as if she’d somehow surprised him. What was that about?

“Maybe we should go for a different position,” Joey said. “Move around, try some poses, mix it up?”