“Wh-what?” Caroline choked and took a step back.
Daphne placed a hand on her hip. “Please, Caroline.”
Caroline’s neck and cheeks were flushed, but she nodded, straightening her spine, and walked toward me with a fierce determination in her gaze. She bit the corner of her lip and popped open the bottle of baby oil, squirting some in her hands. I took the bottle and placed her oiled-up palms on my chest, and her breath hitched. She slowly looked from her hands to my face, and my gaze fell to her lips.
My breathing picked up speed, and she’d only just gotten her hands on me. As she started to move them, rubbing the oil along my pecs and down to my abs, my cock swelled in my jeans. In the distance I heard the shutter of a camera, but my only focus was on the delectably curvy woman in front of me. She was breathing hard, and her eyes were chasing her hands as they followed every peak and valley of my body.
I wanted to explore her in the same way. I was regretting not kissing her the night I stayed at her place, but it hadn’t been the right time. She hadn’t been in the right headspace, and I’d never take advantage of a situation like that.
A piece of deep brown hair fell into her eyes, and she tried to blow it away. I lifted my free hand and curled it behind her ear, and I traced a finger down the column of her throat. She swallowed hard and met my eyes. “You look beautiful today, Caroline,” I whispered.
“I think I should be saying that to you. You’re the one being photographed for a freaking book cover.”
Her small hand dipped low, tracing the v above my jeans, and my dick got even harder. Impossibly hard. My chest vibrated as I growled. My hand cupped her neck, and I brushed my thumb along her skin as she continued to rub the oil along my body.
“Is that good?” she asked Daphne.
“Um…not yet,” Daphne said. “Still working the lighting and, you know, aperture and stuff.”
Caroline glanced over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow.
“I think he needs some oil on his arms,” Daphne said. “Do that next.”
I held back my grin. I was pretty sure Caroline’s best friend was torturing her on purpose, and I certainly wasn’t going to complain about being this close to Caroline. Her perfume invaded my nose. It was soft and feminine and suited her.
Caroline moved to my arms, and my gaze roved over her body. I wished the situation were reversed. Her nipples were peeking through her shirt, and I barely held my groan. She was as affected by this as I was.
“A little more, please,” Caroline said. I squirted more into her waiting palm. A small drop flew to her chest, right above her cleavage. I swiped it with my index finger, rubbing it into her skin, dipping low enough to brush the swell of the top of her breast. I met Caroline’s gaze. Her pupils were enlarged, her lips were parted, and her breaths were coming faster.
Images of her beneath me, spread out on my sheets, flashed into my head. All her clothes would be gone, and I could trace every inch of her with my tongue and slowly drive her into exquisite pleasure as I got to watch her fall apart beneath my touch. She was always put together, and I wanted to make her come undone for me. Only for me.
Christ. This woman was like a drug. Everything around me had faded, and I was only entranced with Caroline. I’d never been hornier or harder. And she wasn’t even mine. I hadn’t even kissed her. But I craved her more than I had any other woman. She didn’t know it, but this woman already had me.
“That’s good for now,” Daphne said. “But be on standby. I’m sure he’ll need more.”
Caroline stepped back but kept her eyes on me, raking over my oiled-up form. I’d never had oil on my skin before, and it felt a little ridiculous now that Caroline’s hands weren’t on me. I followed Daphne’s instructions as she walked me through what she wanted me to do and how she wanted me to flex my muscles. My eyes kept drifting away from the camera to Caroline, and she kept her eyes on me too.
My body was like a live fuse. Electricity zapped along my skin with every eye graze from Caroline.
“Okay,” Daphne said. “These are so great. I have an outfit change for you. You can change behind that curtain. The outfit is already in there.”
“Sure thing.” I walked to the little changing room she had set up. I laughed when I saw the kilt hanging. I’d never worn one before and wondered what Caroline’s reaction would be. I strode out a moment later, still shirtless and wearing the kilt.
Caroline gasped.
“This one is for you, babe,” Daphne said. “Caroline loves highlander romance novels.”
Caroline swallowed and fanned her face. I held back my smile and took my place in the center of the backdrop.
“I think he needs more oil, Caro,” Daphne said.
“Um, okay,” she squeaked. She was nibbling on the edge of her lip as she sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed with each step, and my hard dick was definitely going to be more difficult to hide in this kilt. She popped open the top and started the process of oiling my muscles all over again. Her small hands swept over me, and I relished every second.
If Roman knew I was allowing a client to touch me like this, he’d fire me, but it would be worth it. She was worth it. I knew the rules, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to resist her. I wanted to make her mine.
When she was done, I planted a kiss on the inside of her wrist. “Thanks, sweetness,” I said.
Caroline nodded and walked
