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Nine
Phillip
First time I saw this room in Dustin’s house, one question popped into my head before any others.
“Did you used to be... a cam boy?” There was Adrienne, mimicking my thoughts. “I thought...”
That we weren’t making porn.
Dustin’s chuckle was kind. “I wasn’t and we’re not.” He flicked on the row of overhead lights meant for more neutral lighting, rather than the dimmer, more seductive mood the other bank offered. “I’ve done a lot of jobs in my life, and this was one of them.”
He gestured at a room that looked straight out of a catalog page—queen sized bed with matching, soft colored bedding and a headboard stained the same way as the dresser and vanity table.
Yup, straight out of a catalogue photo shoot, including the tripods, and cameras locked away on the opposite side of the room.
“And by this you don’t mean porn.” Adrienne was skeptical.
I had to clear the air. “Boudoir shoots.”
“Ahh.” Understanding spread over her face.
Dustin made his way to the cabinet with the electronics, pulled out a video recorder, and attached it to one of the tripods. “Turns out a lot of men get the wrong idea when someone like me photographs their significant other in sexy lingerie. Or less.”
“So, um, what do we do now?” Adrienne must have suddenly found her shoes fascinating. The abrupt shyness made her sexier.
“Dustin, what kind of room do we have to maneuver?” I asked. He and I had used the room a few times for a range of projects, but they’d all been still shots. I’d specifically promised Adrienne clothes on because the thought of teasing her, stripping her down, and fucking her until she screamed with ecstasy, all in front of a camera, gave me a full-on chubby.
And if she was as timid and inexperienced with sex as she claimed, I wasn’t the guy to help her discover whether or not she was capable of no-strings-fucking.
Dustin pointed at the floor. “Keep it on the rug, including the bed, and the camera will catch it.”
Smart man.
I loosely grasped Adrienne’s hand and led her to the approximate middle of the rug. “Where do you want to start?”
She shrugged, but didn’t pull her hand away, despite not meeting my gaze. “Pretend I don’t know anything about anything.” Her head flew up. “I do. Know some things. Not nearly as many as I probably should at my age, but I was married, I’m not a virgin, I’m just not—” She clenched her jaw shut.
God, how desperately I wanted to help her figure out what she really liked. And possibly beat the shit out of an ex-husband who hadn’t done that with her. Nah, I wasn’t a violent guy. I’d just make sure he knew what he’d missed out on.
“We’ll start at the beginning, and work our way up.” I stepped behind her and angled us to face Dustin. “Stop me if you need to, for any reason.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Her reply was quiet.
I wasn’t so certain, but it was time to embrace my inner teenager and figure out how much we could get up to without ever leaving first base. I pressed into Adrienne’s back and slid my hands along her hips, to link my fingers and rest my palms on her stomach.
Her quiet sigh was fuel spilling through my veins.
“I’m not that inexperienced,” she said.
I leaned my head in, mouth near her ear. She smelled like strawberries and Reese’s perfume. “You said the beginning.”
“I did. Please, keep going.”
And now I wanted to hear her actually begging. Instead, I glided my hands higher, over her shirt, to lightly cup her breasts.
At her gasp, I was rock hard, my erection pressing into the soft curve of her ass.
“We expect this will be one of our more popular emotes.” I managed to keep my voice even and resist the desire to knead gently. “We’ll need variations on it in the future, so feel free to think about what you’d like to see done differently.”
