Page 69 of Decidedly Off Limits

The picture was intimate and hot, and the kind of photo I would love to take…if I could find willing participants.

After class, I signed up for studio time. As I was walking toward my car, I heard my name. I turned to see Luke, a guy I’d talked to during our break, jogging toward me.

“Hey, I noticed we’ve booked back-to-back time slots for the studio. Would you be interested in modeling for me?” He gave me an uncertain smile. “I feel stupid asking someone if they would be willing to do it since I’m only learning right now. I thought maybe then we could figure it out together.”

“That’s a good idea. That way hopefully one of us can figure out what we’re supposed to do.”

We talked about it for a few more minutes. Then after saying goodbye to him, I continued to my car. My cell phone pinged. Trent.What are you doing right now?

Leaving photography class

Want to come over?

Come over? Are you home?

Yes.

Let me guess. Booty call?

Well, technically, that would be a booty text. But no. Want to show you something.

Can you give me a hint?

No.

A tiny hint?

Just come over, Kels.

Grinning, I typed,I’ll be there soon.

* * *

Trent letme into his apartment and the delicious smell of baking bread instantly greeted me.

I inhaled deeply. “That smells amazing.”

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. “Not as good as you smell,” he murmured in my ear, turning me into a puddle on his dark hardwood floor. “I’ve missed you, Kels.”

My head fell back against his shoulder, providing him room to nuzzle my neck.Welcome to heaven.

Naturally, my brain decided to go on party-pooper mode, reminding me that the pearly gates to my heaven could slam shut at any time. At some point the friends-with-benefits relationship wouldn’t be enough for me, but since that was all Trent wanted it to be…

“I’ve missed you too,” I murmured.

“Enough to spend the weekend with me in Napa Valley?”

Darren and Erin had rented a house and had invited Holly and us to join them.

Trent kissed my neck—the place he knew to kiss me if he wanted to have his way—and my body let out a dreamy sigh. “The house even has a hot tub.”

I swiveled to face him and my neck instantly cursed my betrayal. Removing his hot lips from my skin was grounds for punishment.

My neck had a very good point.

“Except how are we going to enjoy it if they think you and I are dating other people?” I asked. “As it is, we’ll have to sneak around if we plan to have sex. It’s not like we’ll be able to do it in our bedrooms.” Neither of us were good at being quiet.

Trent thought about this for a moment. “So we bring dates with us.”