Chapter 6

The air in the private back room of the studio was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone from the hot lights and the musk of my own anticipation. The professional equipment loomed in the shadows, sleek black cases and softboxes like silent sentinels, but I didn’t care about the photoshoot anymore. I only cared about the man standing behind me, his hands already gripping my hips, his breath hot against the nape of my neck. I was bent over the plush, leather couch, my breasts pressing against the cool surface, my ass raised high in the air for him. My skin was flushed, a deep rose hue from the heat of the room and the friction of his rough hands sliding up my thighs. "Look at you, baby girl," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. "So pretty. So ready." I glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes half-lidded, watching him as he pulled down the waistband of my silk panties, letting them fall to my ankles. He didn’t rush. That was his thing. He liked to tease me, to stretch me out until I was begging. He reached into the small tin of