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"That's me," I growl, striding across the rooftop toward her.
She shivers a little like she's cold.
"Get her a blanket," I growl at my assistant, who is hovering behind her in the stairway. "It's too fucking cold up here for her to be this uncovered between setups."
Gabby jumps to obey, murmuring an apology beneath her breath. After half a dozen years, she's used to my abrupt nature. She gives me shit about it more often than not. So does her wife.
"I'm fine, really," Trinity says, stepping out onto the roof. The sun hits her, turning her hair into a halo of gold. It's not all one color like I thought, but varying shades of blonde, red, and light brown. Her gray eyes dance over me, heating me more than the sun beating down on me. "I'm Trinity Larsen."
One dainty hand dangles in the air, waiting for me to reach for it. I hesitate for a split second, slightly worried I'll cross a line and pull her into my arms if I touch her. But when her brows furrow and a hint of anxiety enters her gaze, I grasp onto her like a lifeline.
As soon as our hands connect, an electric surge rolls through me. I don't have to ask to know she feels it too. She jumps a foot into the air, her pupils dilating.
"W-what was that?" she asks.
Ah, baby. You haven't felt anything yet. Wait until I'm inside you, grinding against that sweet little clit.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Larsen," I murmur, tugging her a tiny bit closer. She smells sweet, like peaches and sugar. There's a faint note beneath, one I can't place. Whatever it is has my stomach growling and my mouth watering. "I've heard a lot about you."
"From who?"
I smile as soon as the question erupts from her lips, rampant curiosity in her gaze. She knows I asked for this shoot. She wants to know why but is too polite to ask outright. "My niece is one of your models."
She shivers again and I realize she was telling the truth earlier. She isn't cold. She likes my voice. Every time I speak, her gaze drifts to my lips and her eyes get a little glassy. Huh. Sounds turn her on. My voice is gruff, gravely. I don't normally say much, but I'll talk as long as she likes if it makes her happy.
"Who is your niece?"
"Georgia."
Her expression softens, recognition immediately firing in her eyes. "Georgia Abrams is your niece?"
"Mmhmm."
"I didn't know that," she says, smiling at me with genuine warmth.
"I know." I tug her another step closer to me. We're sharing the same bubble, but she doesn't seem to notice how close we're standing. Hell, she doesn't seem to realize I'm still holding her hand either. All of her attention is on me. Her gaze dances up and down like she isn't sure where she wants to focus. She's tall, but I'm a big guy. She barely reaches my shoulder.
"Did she ask you to do this?" she asks, those teeth leaving indentions in her pouty bottom lip.
"No," I growl, my zipper leaving imprints on my dick when I glance down and see the swells of her breasts. Her skin is porcelain, almost translucent. I can't wait to put my mouth all over her.
Not yet, I remind myself.Business first, old man. Watch yourself.
"Oh." The corners of her lips turn down into a frown. I instantly hate seeing it. She should only ever smile. When she's mine, I'll make sure that's all she ever does. She was made to be spoiled, adored. I can't wait to be the one who gets to do that for her.
"You're stunning, baby girl," I say, unable to resist. "I wanted to photograph you as soon as I saw you."
"You saw me?"
"Pictures," I growl, not elaborating. I don't want to freak her out, and I'm pretty sure telling her I've been jacking my cock to images of her for the last month straight is liable to do exactly that. She doesn't know me from Adam. I don't want her thinking hitting on my models is something I do often because it's not. If she were anyone else, this conversation would be going a lot different than it is right now. "Are you ready to get started?"
She blinks those sooty lashes, seemingly startled, as if she forgot why we're here. And then anxiety flashes in her gaze again. "I think so," she says, and then grimaces. "Can I tell you something?"
"Anything."
"I haven't been in front of the camera in a while."
"How long?"
