Page 73 of Decidedly Off Limits

I got into position, sitting on the edge of the bed with my stilettos on. I shook out my hair, giving it the I’ve-just-had-an-amazing-fuck look. Luke took several photos while Trent held the reflector in front of me—ever the helpful friends-with-benefits friend that he was.

Bear only barked once while Luke was taking the pictures, and that was because Trent had accidentally taken a step toward me.

“Tilt your head a little more to the left, Kelsey,” Luke said from behind the camera. “Now let’s see some smolder.”

Easier said than done.

And based on the cringe on Luke’s face, I didn’t come close to nailing the look he had envisioned.

“Pretend you’re making love to the camera,” he prompted.

Again, easier said than done.

Trent inched closer to the camera, and the sexy expression on his face had my insides turn into heated goo—like roasted marshmallows.

“That’s perfect, Kelsey,” Luke gushed.

Bear barked as if to agree.

Once Luke was finished taking photos, we checked them on his laptop—with Bear now snoring loudly in the corner. They weren’t bad, but there was nothing special about them. Not like my favorite pictures that I’d seen on social media sites.

Those had an intimate beauty about them.

They didn’t look like a department store underwear ad.

I turned to Trent, an idea forming. “Okay, assistant, take it off.”

His eyebrow quirked up. “Come again?”

With my best come hither smile, I started unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I need this.”

I continued unhooking the buttons through the holes. My fingertips might have accidentally crept under the white cotton fabric and there might have been some caressing of his chest.

Never one to miss a party, my body might have hummed happily at the contact.

I glanced at Bear, who was still snoozing, and gave Trent a quick chaste kiss. If it weren’t for Luke and Bear, I’d be doing a lot more to Trent than just giving him sweet kisses.

I slipped the shirt on but didn’t bother with the buttons.

Trent’s eyes dilated to Christ-you-look-fucking-hot-in-my-clothes black. Something to keep in mind next time I wanted to seduce him. He pulled me against him and growled low and rough against my ear, “I want you wearing that shirt and only that shirt when we get home.”

Goosebumps prickled across my skin in anticipation of what was waiting for me once we were through here, which couldn’t come fast enough if you asked me.

“Woof!”

Rolling his eyes, Trent took a step back and threw Bear a look. “You’re really cramping my style here.”

Bear barked what could have loosely been translated as “Sorry. Not.”

I positioned my knee nearest the camera onto the bed, the stilettos for now abandoned on the floor.

And then we were shooting.

A knock on the door jerked me from my lavish thoughts of what I wanted to do with my tongue to Trent’s half-naked body.

“It’s me,” a male voice said. “I’ve come to pick up Bear.” Ah, Cam, Luke’s boyfriend, who I’d met a few times after class, along with Bear.

At the sound of his other owner, Bear gave another loud bark and the door inched opened. “Can I come in?” Cam asked.