Page 2 of Marc (Men of Forbidden Temptation #2)
Deciding to have the three men pose together, I call Adam and Marc over. “Hey, I need you two. Can you join Kelly? I think the three of you will look great together.”
I take a few photos in different poses before walking towards Adam. “Can I touch you?”
I always ask just in case the models don’t want to be touched. Usually, they don’t mind, but some models prefer to adjust their outfits on their own.
Adam’s eyes widen as a grin stretches across his face. “Sure, touch me wherever and whenever you want. No need to ask.”
He gives Marc a smirk while I roll his sleeves up and unbutton a button.
Adam is one of my regular models. I have been photographing him for months now and have gotten to know him on a more personal level.
There aren’t any romantic feelings involved. Although, I suspect he wouldn’t turn down a date with me if I asked.
Before I can inflate my ego anymore, I walk over to Marc .
I would have adjusted him first, but I needed to calm my nerves before touching him. Just being near him sets my body on fire and my heart racing.
“Since you two are dressed similarly, I think we should style your shirts the same and since this is resort casual, rolled sleeves fit.”
I wait for him to give me permission to touch him.
He finally speaks after an awkward moment. “That makes sense.”
“So, can I?” I gesture to the buttons on the front of his shirt.
“Oh, uh, yeah.”
My hands shake as they reach for his shirt. This moment feels more intimate than a first kiss.
Oh, no.
I should not have thought about a first kiss with Marc. My heart pounds in my chest as blood races through my veins down to my core.
Time seems to slow down as my gaze locks onto my fingers, that are delicately unbuttoning the top two buttons.
My thoughts turn to fully undressing Marc. I have seen almost all of him without clothes, so it doesn’t take too much imagination.
If thinking about a first kiss is wrong, then I am royally screwed.
I rush back to my camera to put some distance between Marc and me. Taking a deep breath, I calm my racing heart before getting back into photographer mode .
After several shots and a variety of poses, I finish with Kelly.
“Kelly, you’re done. You can get changed and head home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He gives me a nod before heading towards the back of the studio to the changing rooms.
Focusing on the task at hand, Adam and Marc pose together and I go overboard on the photos.
The two of them are good friends and they work so well together that I want to spend extra time capturing the moments.
I know I have more than enough to work with, so I send Marc to the couch while I take some of just Adam.
Adam flirts with the camera and it makes his photos look enticing.
“Yes! This is exactly what we need.” I praise him before adding, “You’re good to go. Thanks for waiting.”
“Awesome! See you tomorrow.” He jogs to the dressing room and changes while Marc makes his way back to the backdrop.
Kelly hands Kat his clothes and gives us a wave before heading out the back door.
Kat carefully hangs up the clothes before yelling to Marc. “Do you need any makeup touch ups?”
“Uh.” He looks at me to get the correct answer.
I answer for him. “No, he should be good.”
She hesitates for a moment, then asks, “Do you care if I call it a day?”
I pretend to mull over the decision, watching as her expression changes to uncertainty.
“Nah. Enjoy the rest of your day and night.”
A giant smile forms on her face as she hangs Adam’s clothes back on the rack, packs up her makeup, and carries the case towards the back door.
“Thank you.” She waves as she walks outside.
Adam waves goodbye and follows Kat out the back door, leaving Marc and me alone.
My heart beats faster as I realize this is the first time I have been alone with Marc.
“How do you want me?” Marc asks, bringing my thoughts back to reality.
My mind screams on top of me, but my mouth stays focused on the task at hand.
“Whichever position is most comfortable for you. We can always adjust if the pose isn’t right.”
Although, I rarely have to worry about reposing Marc.
He is a complete natural and I love photographing him. His energy is addictive, his smile engaging, and his body is drool-worthy.
I get lost in his gaze, taking more pictures of him than I did combined all day.
“Great! I believe we got it.” I give him a friendly smile as I walk over to the computer to start the next project- editing.
“That’s because you are the best.” Marc joins me at the computer and hums his approval as I scroll through the photos.
After viewing the last photo, I go back to one of the first ones. “This one is my favorite. ”
“Mine too.” Marc says admiringly. “And it was one of the first ones. You are extremely talented.”
His voice is soft, caring, and husky with lust. I lean in towards him, our faces inching closer with each passing second.
Marc abruptly pulls away. “I should change.”
Letting out a sigh, I watch as he disappears behind the changing room door before returning my gaze to the computer screen.
That was a close call. I can’t let my feelings get in the way of my job, especially if I want to land a big designer.
The front door to the studio bangs open, causing me to let out a little yelp.
My breathing stops and fear courses through my veins as the figure standing in the doorway takes a step towards me.
My ex-husband.
Fear takes over my senses as I remember how mean he used to be and the scars that he caused.
This isn’t good.
There’s absolutely no reason for him to be here.
My voice comes out breathless and barely over a whisper. “What are you doing here? You aren’t supposed to come near me ever again.”
He sneers and rolls his eyes dramatically before saying, “Do you really think I am scared of a fucking piece of paper? Did you forget who my friends are?”
I am frozen like a deer in headlights, unable to move, think, or talk.