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“I guess there’s that,” he smirks. “What was the theme again?”
The chair creeks as Prescott gets up. He crosses the room, the mattress dipping under him as he joins me on the bed, lying on his stomach.
“Raw beauty.”
His brows furrow. “Raw beauty?”
“My thoughts exactly. It could be anything, really, as long as we use the techniques taught in class this semester. Even you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
Before he can say anything further, I lift my camera and point it at him, quickly snapping a photo.
“Women are beautiful.” He rubs his jaw. “I’d like to think more about myself as ruggedly handsome.”
Lifting my gaze over the edge of the camera, I smirk at him. “So modest of you.”
He grins back. “I know, right?”
“No.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t think there is one modest bone in your body.”
“Hey now, I’ll let you know. I’m extremely modest.”
“Mhmm… in your dreams, maybe.” I’m about to raise the camera once again when his strong fingers wrap around my ankle.
“I’ll show you exactly what I’m dreaming about,” he says, his voice low and raspy as he tugs me down.
“Prescott!”
The camera falls from my hand as he pulls me to him. He rolls so he’s looming over me, but I push him back, throwing my leg over his body and pinning him down to the mattress.
Throwing my head back so my hair is out of my face, I look at him. We’re both breathing hard from the exertion. Prescott’s cheeks are flushed, eyes dark with desire as his hands grip my hips.
“You were saying?” I lift a brow, a smile slowly making its way to my lips.
“Nothing. You’re doing just fine on your own.”
“I know.” Blindly, I reach for the camera. “Let me take a photo of you.”
“Didn’t you just do that? Or are you thinking aboutthosekinds of photos?” He wiggles his brows suggestively, that sexy smile of his appearing on his lips. “Although, I’d be down for that too.”
I slide my hand under his shirt and pinch him. “Get your head out of the gutter, Wentworth.”
“Ouch!What was that for?”
“To keep your mind on the task at hand.” I soothe my palm over his lower stomach. His muscles quiver under my touch, his eyes are growing dark with desire. As I shift my weight, I can feel his hard length pressed against me. Slowly, I pull my hand back. “Now get serious.”
“Is that a no to naked photos?”
I give him my best stern look. “Focus.”
He pulls his hands back, crossing them behind his head. “I’m not really model material, you know?”
I lift the camera in front of my face, looking through the viewfinder. Yeah, there’s a screen right below it, but for whatever reason, I love looking at my model through the viewfinder. When I shoot, I rarely look over my photos before I’m done. It’s like I’m in a zone, and I don’t want any distractions or second-guessing.I seize the moment and take the shot.
“Did I hear a little bit of humility in your voice? You going soft on me?”
