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“I have an idea,” he murmured against the side of her neck.

She let out a mock groan and continued to strum. “I think we’re almost out of lube.”

He laughed against her hair. “No need for lube for this.” He nosed her hair aside so he could suck on her earlobe. “Though maybe later…”

“Buy more lube first. And more condoms. And maybe one or two of those fancy bath bombs, because parts of me are sore that haven’t had a workout in a while.” She tossed him a heavy-lidded glance over he

r shoulder. “Definitely never a workout like that.”

“I should hope not. We like taking your cherries.”

“Oh, do you now? Dirty man.” She licked her lips and snuggled back against him, letting out a little purr as she bumped into the hard column in his loose pajama pants. He was always hard for her, morning, noon and night. No matter how much sex they had or how many times he got off, he couldn’t stop wanting her.

Or wanting to share her with Tris. They hummed in his blood like an electrical charge.

“Insatiable dirty man. So about your idea.”

“Let’s take some pictures.”

“Wow, you really are dirty.” She set aside the guitar and shifted toward him, looping her arm around his neck. “I love it. I’m in. We need a tripod.”

“I have one.” His eyebrows climbed. “Whoa, I think you think I’m talking about a different kind of photos.”

She stuck out her lower lip. “You’re not?”

“God, I adore you.” He tipped his forehead to hers as she sucked in a breath. “Don’t panic on me.” He kept his tone teasing. “That wasn’t a declaration of eternal love.”

“I know. It’s just…this is a lot. We’re a lot. Last night…”

“Was a lot.” He cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb over her damp lips. “Let me get that tripod and my camera. Wait here?”

She nodded, her eyes huge and so dark he could’ve gotten lost in them, willingly.

It took him only a couple of minutes to unearth his camera and tripod from the closet. On the way back from his room, he poked his head in Tris’s doorway. The guy was still passed out on his stomach in the center of the bed.

Hello, fuck coma. If Randy wasn’t such a perpetually early riser, he’d have been in the same state.

He backed out of the room with a grin. This woman was either the best thing that had happened to them, or else she was going to kill them.

What a way to go.

He carried the tripod and camera into the living room and stopped dead.

Juliet was sprawled in the chair, Tristan’s coat too big for her except for across the front where her full breasts were tugging it tight. Of course, her pose—leaning forward and cupping the neck of the guitar between her thighs—had something to do with that as well. The top two buttons were undone and the hem of the coat flirted with her upper thighs. Her long, silky legs were wrapped around the guitar.

Yep, he’d never get that image out of his head. And thank Jesus for that.

“Don’t move.”

She tilted her head, and one wavy dark strand fell down to cling to her bee-stung lips. “I was posing for you.”

Christ, just her voice made him harder than granite. He set aside the tripod and fumbled with the camera, taking shot after shot while she subtly shifted and adjusted her pose. Dragging one leg up so that more of that shadowy area between her thighs was revealed, leaning forward so that the buttons strained even more. Reaching up to undo all the buttons but one, so that slices of her creamy skin peeked out between the lapels. Twisting just enough to show a hint of her breast and the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth.

“Take it off.” He couldn’t believe he was saying those words, but he was. Even that small amount of fabric between them seemed like too much—even if he was on the other side of a camera. “Undress for me.”

She didn’t hesitate.

She undid the last button and shrugged off the jacket, shaking back her hair so that it tumbled over her bared breasts. Her nipples were already tight, and when she slid her leg around the guitar, she made a sound deep in her throat.

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