Page 29 of Pretend To Be Mine

When she emerged, I forgot how to form words for a solid five seconds.

The rich color made her eyes look even greener. Her hair was down now, styled in loose waves, and someone had done her makeup, subtle but effective.

She was stunning. That dress was absolutely perfect for her.

“Is it okay?” she asked, glancing down at herself.

“It’s perfect.”

A blush crept across her cheeks, which only made her more hypnotizing.

Collin had us start with simple poses. Basic couple stuff. But even these simple poses felt complicated with Elizabeth.

Every time I touched her, I felt her flinch. Not dramatically, but enough that I noticed. Her muscles would tense, her breathing would change. She was hyperaware of every point of contact between us.

And that awareness was contagious.

I’d modeled plenty before, back in my twenties when Dad had insisted all the brothers do it to promote the brand. I had done shoots with countless models. Physical attraction had never been an issue because it had never been part of the equation.

This was different.

I quickly realized I was getting turned on in the middle of a professional photoshoot, which had never happened before in my life.

“Adrian, can you pull her a bit closer? We need more intimacy.”

More intimacy and I was going to be pushing inside her.

I pulled Elizabeth more firmly against me and felt her entire body go rigid.

Professional. Stay professional.

But my body wasn’t getting the message. I could feel myself responding to her proximity. That was a problem because we were standing very close together and there was only so much a suit could hide.

I tried to angle my hips away slightly, but Collin wanted us pressed together.

Elizabeth’s breathing was shallow against my chest. I could feel every small movement she made. And God help me, it was doing things to me that were entirely inappropriate for this situation.

I wanted to run my hands down her sides, to feel those curves properly instead of this careful, posed touching. I wanted to take her somewhere private and show her exactly what she did to me. I wanted to make her shiver under my touch.

Focus. I needed to focus.

“Let’s try something different,” Collin said.

He positioned us again. I was pretty fucking certain she could feel my dick rubbing against her stomach.

Our eyes met. The sudden eye contact combined with the position sent my heart kicking against my chest.

Her pupils were dilated, her lips slightly parted. Was she feeling this too? Or was she just terrified?

We held the pose while the camera clicked away.

“Let’s take a quick break,” I said abruptly, stepping back. “Five minutes.”

I walked away before anyone could stop me. I counted to ten. Thought about my grandmother. Anything to get my libido to slow the fuck down.

“Adrian, can I show you something?”

I walked over to the table where Collin had pulled up the shots on his laptop. My stomach sank with each image.