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“Yes sir.” But she liked how discombobulated he was. It was so unlike Finn. He was usually cool and in control. At the moment, however, he looked like finishing this photo shoot was the absolute last thing he had on his mind. Fucking her being the first.
When she was settled on the sofa again, on her side, she remembered she’d discarded her bra. “You want me topless?” she asked.
“I want you completely naked and in about twenty different positions,” he said, that wicked glint returning to his chocolate-colored eyes. “But for the photo, yeah, sure. Topless works.”
His gaze was on her breasts, confirming he liked the impromptu change.
Draping a narrow, buff-colored piece of cloth along her side, he then removed the two cubes from their frames and positioned them on her body. One sitting upright in the dip of her waist, the hole in the center facing forward. The other cube leaned at an angle against the first one. She had to rest her arm against her hip to keep them from sliding off her body, as they instantly started to melt because her skin was hotter than the freakin’ sun. Finn’s doing. The cloth protecting her from the “burn” of the ice was soaked within seconds, which felt good against her blazing flesh.
She propped her head up with the other hand and winked at him. He started snapping shots. She gave him a few more sexy looks before the leaning cube slid away and landed on the sofa.
“Got enough to work with?” she asked.
“Enough to fantasize about from here to eternity,” he mumbled.
Yvette laughed. “This was your idea, remember?”
He put his camera down, lifted both the cubes and tossed them into the ice chest. Returning to her side, he sank a knee onto the cushion and rubbed the water that had pooled in the dip of her waist over her hips and stomach. Sweeping his hands upward, he coated her breasts with the cold water as she shifted onto her back.
“That feels wonderful,” she said. Her nipples had never been so hard for so long, and Finn’s palms gliding over them made her painfully aware of how much she wanted him.
How much more she wanted from him.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he asked.
“Melted the ice right off my body.”
He grinned. “Wasn’t talking about the temperature of your skin, doll.”
She liked his little term of endearment. “Flattery will, of course, get you everywhere with me.”
“And I still have places to go with you,” he told her as he bent his head to hers and kissed her again. It was hot and sexy and she wished it’d go on for days and days.
He eventually pulled away and climbed off the sofa. Assessing her a moment, he said, “Roll onto your stomach.”
She did as he asked.
“Rest your head on your hands, but look at me. Legs bent at the knees, feet in the air.”
“Deceptively innocent,” she said.
“Right. Except for the come-fuck-me pumps you’re wearing and the bra you’re not.”
He let out what could only be described as a growl. Low and primal. It sent a thrill of excitement shimmying down Yvette’s spine.
“Such a naughty girl.” He snickered and moved toward her, seemingly envisioning the next pose, debating on any adjustments he might make.
She watched him as his gaze slid over her like an intimate caress. He didn’t seem to miss an inch of her. Took her in from head to toe before saying, “I need a nice arch in your back. A distinctive curve.”
His knee sank onto the sofa cushion, just behind her legs, still bent at a ninety-degree angle.
“Come up on your arms a little more and lift your hips.”
She did as he asked, effectively pushing her ass into the air.
“Not too much, just…” He seemed to lose his train of thought as he stared at her butt.
Yvette watched him over her shoulder. Loving the way his dark eyes glowed seductively, as though sexy thoughts were running through his mind. Not just the positioning he needed for this next shot, but what he planned to do to her later. Or over the weekend. Or in the next few seconds.
