Page 74 of Decidedly Off Limits

On instinct, I pulled Trent’s shirt shut, covering myself. “Yes.”

Cam entered the small building and Luke introduced him to Trent.

“C’mon boy,” Cam said to Bear, taking the leash from Luke. “Hope you’ve been good.”

Still eyeing Trent like he was the enemy, Bear lumbered over to Cam and waited patiently for his owner to click the leash onto his collar, his tail now wagging.

As Cam walked Bear to the door, Trent called out, “Told you I’d be the one getting the girl in the end.”

Bear ignored him, Luke laughed, and Cam just looked confused. Once man and dog were out the door, we got back to the photo shoot.

Afterward, Luke loaded the pictures onto his laptop and showed them to us. The photos turned out exactly how I had envisioned them. A large reason for that was because of Luke. He had a natural talent for getting the best from his models—even me.

He looked up from his laptop, and his gaze jumped between Trent and me, studying us. “I have another idea, but I need you both to be in the photos this time.”

“Why do you need me in them?” Trent asked, his heated gaze still locked on the laptop screen.

“Because I have an idea you might like.” He explained how he wanted us to pose. As a couple.

After Luke promised none of the photos would end up online without our written permission, Trent climbed onto the bed and I straddled his hips.

Luke adjusted his camera and the lights, explaining what he was doing for my benefit. Then he began shooting the new round of images. For the most part, Trent and I were to just gaze into each other’s eyes and pretend we were getting ready to kiss, our mouths only inches apart.

Now, this doesn’t sound too tough, right?

Bet you aren’t feeling too sorry for us.

Trent and I had kissed a lot during the past few weeks. True. But staring at someone’s mouth for at least five minute when all you wanted to do was kiss him and taste him was sheer torture. I was positive this pose had been listed in theGuide to Effective Torture Techniquesback during the Spanish Inquisition.

But it wasn’t just lust that was boiling inside of me, hot and heavy to get it on with him. There was something about staring into his eyes, into his soul, and realizing that everything had changed. The man you liked as more than just a friend, the man you had craved for who-knows-how-long was the man you were in love with.

Too bad for me it was one-sided.

“Okay,” Luke finally said, “I’d like to try something else. Kelsey, take off the shirt and your bra. You’ll be in the same pose, but your breasts will be pressed against Trent’s chest. Nothing you don’t want seen will be visible.”

“You didn’t tell me there would be added perks to this assistant gig,” Trent said, his breath a hot kiss against my ear.

“Do you think you can handle it?” My gaze dropped to his package, hidden in his jeans.

“I was hoping you’d be handling it later.” He chuckled.

I turned my head a fraction of an inch. “If you’re a good boy,” I murmured, “I’ll be doing more than just handling it later.” I brushed my lips against the shell of his ear.

A muffled curse tumbled from his mouth and I couldn’t help but grin.

Before Trent could say anything else, I slipped off the shirt, letting it pool around my hips. I removed my bra and stuffed it under the covers so I could easily retrieve it once we were finished.

I shifted forward, pressing my suddenly achy core against Trent’s thickening length and my breasts against his chest. “Okay, we’re ready,” I told Luke, who had been busying himself with his camera while I was removing my bra.

Luke returned to behind the camera and began shooting again. “Pretend you want to make love to each other,” he directed.

Pretend? That was one thing I didn’t have to pretend.

I ran my lips along Trent’s jaw, relishing the feel of his light stubble against my face.

“Wow, you guys are seriously hot,” Luke said, the camera still clicking away. “Good thing Bear is gone or else his fur would be singed.”

I pulled back slightly and looked into Trent’s eyes. My breath caught at the love reflecting back at me, but unlike the feelings I had for him, his were based on what he was projecting for the camera. He was getting into it, giving Luke what he wanted.