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My heart slouched in my chest, knowing I would never get that for real with Trent. But this was what I had signed up for when it came to our friends-with-benefits agreement. I just had to suck it up.

“And we’re done,” Luke said, fanning himself. “I knew you two would be good together. I just wasn’t expecting that much heat.”

“You mean it was better than when I was pretending to make love to the camera?” I asked, half joking.

Luke burst out laughing. “Girl, it wasn’t the camera you were making love to earlier.” His gaze slid monetarily to Trent, then he walked away, allowing me time to slip my bra and the shirt back on.

I gave Trent a quick kiss. “I’m just gonna put my clothes back on. I’ll be right back.” I started to climb off his lap.

He grabbed my hips and dragged me back. “I have a better idea.” His eyes held the familiar heat I’d seen so many times with him lately. “How about Luke leaves and I’ll be your model.” With the way he was looking at me, it was impossible to say no. “On one condition,” he added.

“What’s that?”

His fingers slipped under the shirt opening and traced along the edge of my bra. “You don’t get changed yet.”

“Are you sure about this?”

He nodded.

“All right.” I turned to Luke, hoping he wouldn’t take offense to me turning down his offer to model for me. “It looks like I won’t need your help after all. Trent’s volunteered to be my model.”

“You sure?” Luke asked.

“Definitely.”

He jerked his chin at Trent. “Thanks, man, for the pictures. If you want, I can burn them on a CD for you.”

Trent glanced at me, the heated expression still in his eyes. “I’d appreciate that.”

Luke packed up his stuff, moving quickly, possibly to bail before things became R-rated between Trent and myself. After starving for the feel of Trent’s lips during the photo shoot, I was more than happy to kiss him again, only this time deeply.

Which was exactly what I did once the studio door shut behind Luke.

But as my legs began to melt beneath me, I remembered where we were and why we were here. I reluctantly pulled away.

“We should get started,” I murmured, my lips close enough to Trent’s that I could feel his warm breath on my mouth.

The corner of his mouth twitched up. “I thought we were getting started.”

I lightly punched his arm. “I meant the photos.”

“That’s too bad. ’Cause I was enjoying the kissing part.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close again. “I don’t suppose there’ll be kissing involved withyourphotos. But real kissing. Not the almost kissing crap that practically killed me.”

I gently whacked him on the arm. “Sorry, no kissing in these photos. Not unless you want me to call Luke back. But something tells me he’s not your type.”

Trent rolled his eyes and gave me one final kiss. Then I pulled away and set up the lighting and props for the photo shoot.

With a level of self-control I didn’t know I possessed, I told Trent how to pose without touching him.

That wasn’t to say I didn’t want to.

There should’ve been a gold medal forthatlevel of restraint.

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Trent

If you thinkRobert De Niro has the easiest fucking job around, then you obviously haven’t spent the last two hours of your life preparing to convince your sister that the stranger sitting next to you is your new girlfriend.