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she’d signed the paperwork and how comfortable she seemed allowing him final approval on her appearance. She was embracing his commands exactly as he’d hoped she would.
I’m thinking she’s out of your league. That woman would eat you for breakfast.
More experienced Romeos than you have crashed and burned.
He’d laughed off John and Trudy’s warnings, but last night they’d repeated in his head as he thought about her. There were few things in life he’d ever wanted as much as he wanted Caroline, and he hadn’t had the best of luck with any of them. But he needed this to happen. Needed to have her. Know her. She brought out something in him he couldn’t explain. He’d surprised himself yesterday, but her response to each new tantalizing torment had only made him more creative. More determined to deny his own release in order to continue exploring this new side of himself and her. He’d had control over her pleasure, if nothing else, and the power had been heady.
In the hours before dawn he’d found himself thinking of all he still wanted to do to and with her, all the things he could do to ensure Caroline wouldn’t have the energy or will to compare him to anyone else or find a list of reasons to leave. He had to keep her off balance. Keep her intrigued.
Keep her.
You can’t keep what you never had. He’d learned that lesson recently, and the wound was still fresh. Caroline wasn’t his yet. But she would be.
When the photographer saw Caroline’s finished product he declared Jefferson a genius and spent the next five minutes gushing over his new model’s tattoos. He took a few individual test shots of both of them, then a few of them standing side by side, shaking his head in bemusement the entire time. “The big city temptress with a rebellious streak meets the dangerous cowboy far from home,” Terry effused. “The two of you are so intriguing I can already picture the layout in my head. Love the dress, love that cowboy hat and I love that you’re both barefoot. Jefferson, don’t you dare put on a shirt. The intimacy is what will sell it. You’re a walking romance novel.”
He paused in his praise and called out to his assistant. “Not one piece of straw now. I want a stark background. These two don’t need anything to distract from them. Jesus, when the finale is over come and see me, cowboy. You were created for the camera. Somebody bring me the chair—yes, that leather chair from my office. Get it now.”
When the camera started whirring, Terry began giving them directions. Caroline took Jefferson’s hand and guided him to the wide lounge chair. Careful not to obscure the view, she knelt beside him and slid her hand up his thigh provocatively. “You said you liked me on my knees, right?”
He hoped to hell they could airbrush out the erection pressing painfully against his jeans. “Careful, Caroline.”
She had her back to the camera, so the sparkle in her dark green eyes was for him alone. “I’m playing a big city temptress, Jefferson. A rebel. I don’t think careful is in the script.”
He reached out and wrapped one of her loose curls around his rough fingers. “There is no script here, no pretend. Just you and me.”
Her shimmering lips quirked. “If it were just you and me, we’d be naked by now and using that chair for more than a prop.”
His hand dropped to her bare shoulder, unable to resist his need to touch her. “You wouldn’t be naked. Not yet. I want to fuck you in that dress. I’ve thought about it since I picked it out. I want to lift that skirt, rip off that white lace thong and take you more than I want to take my next breath.”
“Jefferson,” she whispered, her nails digging into his thigh.
“I love this,” Terry called from across the room, shattering the intimacy of the moment. “ Love. But we’ll all be missing our paychecks if I don’t get better shots of the goods. Stand up for me and take charge of your woman, cowboy.”
He saw
I’m thinking she’s out of your league. That woman would eat you for breakfast.
More experienced Romeos than you have crashed and burned.
He’d laughed off John and Trudy’s warnings, but last night they’d repeated in his head as he thought about her. There were few things in life he’d ever wanted as much as he wanted Caroline, and he hadn’t had the best of luck with any of them. But he needed this to happen. Needed to have her. Know her. She brought out something in him he couldn’t explain. He’d surprised himself yesterday, but her response to each new tantalizing torment had only made him more creative. More determined to deny his own release in order to continue exploring this new side of himself and her. He’d had control over her pleasure, if nothing else, and the power had been heady.
In the hours before dawn he’d found himself thinking of all he still wanted to do to and with her, all the things he could do to ensure Caroline wouldn’t have the energy or will to compare him to anyone else or find a list of reasons to leave. He had to keep her off balance. Keep her intrigued.
Keep her.
You can’t keep what you never had. He’d learned that lesson recently, and the wound was still fresh. Caroline wasn’t his yet. But she would be.
When the photographer saw Caroline’s finished product he declared Jefferson a genius and spent the next five minutes gushing over his new model’s tattoos. He took a few individual test shots of both of them, then a few of them standing side by side, shaking his head in bemusement the entire time. “The big city temptress with a rebellious streak meets the dangerous cowboy far from home,” Terry effused. “The two of you are so intriguing I can already picture the layout in my head. Love the dress, love that cowboy hat and I love that you’re both barefoot. Jefferson, don’t you dare put on a shirt. The intimacy is what will sell it. You’re a walking romance novel.”
He paused in his praise and called out to his assistant. “Not one piece of straw now. I want a stark background. These two don’t need anything to distract from them. Jesus, when the finale is over come and see me, cowboy. You were created for the camera. Somebody bring me the chair—yes, that leather chair from my office. Get it now.”
When the camera started whirring, Terry began giving them directions. Caroline took Jefferson’s hand and guided him to the wide lounge chair. Careful not to obscure the view, she knelt beside him and slid her hand up his thigh provocatively. “You said you liked me on my knees, right?”
He hoped to hell they could airbrush out the erection pressing painfully against his jeans. “Careful, Caroline.”
She had her back to the camera, so the sparkle in her dark green eyes was for him alone. “I’m playing a big city temptress, Jefferson. A rebel. I don’t think careful is in the script.”
He reached out and wrapped one of her loose curls around his rough fingers. “There is no script here, no pretend. Just you and me.”
Her shimmering lips quirked. “If it were just you and me, we’d be naked by now and using that chair for more than a prop.”
His hand dropped to her bare shoulder, unable to resist his need to touch her. “You wouldn’t be naked. Not yet. I want to fuck you in that dress. I’ve thought about it since I picked it out. I want to lift that skirt, rip off that white lace thong and take you more than I want to take my next breath.”
“Jefferson,” she whispered, her nails digging into his thigh.
“I love this,” Terry called from across the room, shattering the intimacy of the moment. “ Love. But we’ll all be missing our paychecks if I don’t get better shots of the goods. Stand up for me and take charge of your woman, cowboy.”
He saw
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