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Fuck, he’d never touch that instrument again without remembering this moment.
After he’d taken as many pictures as he could stand, he set the camera on the tripod and set it to continue taking shots on a time interval. Not video. Not yet. Though if she kept making those noises while she wrapped herself around his guitar—
Shit, he’d do anything to hear more. To see more. Feel more.
“Put the jacket back on,” he murmured, standing above her where she reclined in the chair.
For a second, she didn’t move, just watched him with those jungle cat eyes and slowly licked her lips. Her gaze drifted to his cock, clearly visible in his pajama pants, before returning to his face.
“I want more pictures. Ones of you and me. Ones with Tris. Lots and lots of pictures.” She angled her head. “Including ones where I’m not pretending to fuck a guitar, but I’m really fucking both of you.”
“Goddamn.” He couldn’t breathe. Could barely hold a thought in his head. “We’ll do that. Later. I promise.”
“I know you always keep your promises, Sparks.” Though she said it playfully, he sensed there was an undercurrent beneath her words. She shrugged on the jacket and cocked her head. “Button it?”
“Fuck, it’s so hot when you wait for us to tell you what to do.”
“Just like it’s hot when you do it.” Her eyes flashed. “But only you two.”
He nodded. That was even sexier, knowing that they were the only ones she’d listen to that way. Who could control her and be controlled in return.
“Yes, button a couple buttons. Not the top two.”
When she had, he pulled her to her feet and sat back in the chair before tugging her back onto his lap. They resumed the same pose as earlier, with her cradling the guitar in her lap and him cradling her. Only difference was this time he slipped a hand under the lapel to cup her breast—and this time, a camera was capturing everything.
Her head dipped back against his shoulder as he tweaked her nipple, pinching it again and again while she fought to play a song. Any song. Her fingers stumbled and her soft bottom circled on his lap, rubbing against his aroused dick so much that he had to bite off an oath.
“Like this,” she breathed, and he nearly came in his fucking pajamas.
“Just like this.” He nipped the back of her neck and, annoyed with the jacket, he ripped open more of the buttons. But not all. She was still partially covered, but he needed to touch as much of her as possible. “Let’s give Tris something to wake up to.”
She drew her legs up, twisting them as she curved her body into Randy. “Yes, Tris. He should be out here too.”
“Soon.” Randy tipped up her face. “He’ll get to see you wearing his clothes.”
“And not wearing them,” she whispered, shrugging the jacket down her shoulders. It caught at her breasts, the remaining buttons holding it in place.
He dipped his head to kiss the top of her cleavage and ran his hand up her bare thigh. He gripped her ass and she let go of the guitar, shifting to straddle him. He cupped her ass cheeks with both hands, squeezing hard, inhaling sharply as she rode his shaft, her dark eyes so intent. So determined.
“Pictures make it permanent,” she said, her voice barely a breath. “Touch me. Harder. Leave marks.”
He caressed her much harder than he normally would have. First digging in his fingers, then rearing back to give her a short, quick slap. Her pupils flared wide and she dropped her head back, exposing her neck for him to feast on.
“Good morning to you both too.”
Instead of turning toward that deep, rumbling voice, they pretended not to have heard him. The surest way to get him to join in.
“Oh, is that how it is? Didn’t get enough last night?”
Juliet’s lips trembled into a smile that faded as Tristan walked up behind her and fisted a hand in her hair, dragging her head back. She moaned and reached up for him as their mouths clashed. And Tris’s jacket gave up the illusion of staying closed, ripping open and exposing her swollen breasts for Tris to cup and caress while Randy ran his hands up her inner thighs.
“We’re taking pictures,” he managed, wanting Tris to know what he’d walked into before things went too far.
His buddy drew back a fraction and lifted a brow. “That so?”
Juliet nodded. “Pictures for us. And for you. So you could see everything.”
“Wearing my jacket.”
