Page 42 of Knot Their Starlet

“Oh yes! That’s gold right there, hold that pose!”

Click, click, click.

“This part is always the part I find overstimulating nowadays,” I whisper between shots.

“Really?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing like being told to hold an uncomfortable pose that’s working out muscles you never knew existed. I don’t mean to scare you. This’ll probably be a walk in the park for you because—well—you’re a guy.”

“Oh? And what does me being a guy have to do with it?”

“They’re not going to ask you to do any backbends on set,” I say, letting out a huff of laughter.

Beck’s brows raise, and he bites back a grin.

“Okay Andromeda, the waistband of the jeans is getting lost. Let’s clean things up a bit more,” Stephan calls.

Beck’s grin falters as his brows draw down in confusion.

I stiffen, glancing at Stephan over my shoulder. I tug the hem of the white-shirt up, baring my midriff.

“Like this?”

“Not quite, I think it’s the top in general. Let’s try it without.”

A sense of unease prickles at the back of my neck, but I still tug off the t-shirt, handing it to a waiting assistant, leaving me in just my bra.

“Are you sure?” Beck murmurs, reaching out and tugging me closer towards him so my front is pressed against his.

“It’s fine,” I whisper back.

Stephan takes a few more shots of us standing before we shift to the part of the set with a sage green velvet couch.

“Okay Andromeda, I want you straddling Beckham. Arms around his neck.”

Oh, I definitely feel eyes burning into the back of my head now. I don’t even need to look over my shoulder again to know that Elijah is probably shooting one of his death glares at me.

“Sorry, I should’ve warned you photoshoots can sometimes get pretty touchy-feely,” I murmur into Beck’s neck as the camera goes off.

“Who am I to complain? I’ve got a gorgeous omega in my lap right now,” Beck whispers in return.

I jerk my face back to meet his gaze, needing to see if he’s teasing me right now.

He actually looks serious.

My lower belly flutters.

He thinks I’m gorgeous?

“Okay, this isn’t quite working,” Stephan calls again. “The straps are catching the light. It’s pulling focus.”

This time, I don’t temper my reaction.

“What?” I shoot back.

“It’s fine, Andromeda. This is an intimate couple’s shoot, remember? Where’s the intimacy?”

The scoff that leaves me is definitely audible enough for him to hear, but he ignores it.