Then I kissed my husband at Wimbledon, thrilling at all that we were.
And all we would be together.
Nina and Adam’s story unfolds in THE VIRGIN GIFT, and readers can unwrap Kate and Jake’s tale in THE DECADENT GIFT.
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An excerpt of THE VIRGIN GIFT follows…
From my vantage point, I saw it all.
I watched the prelude to every fantasy unfold. I witnessed women luxuriating in their bodies and men wrapping their arms around them—lovers poised with coiled tension, a powder keg of desire primed to explode.
I gazed at women and women, men and women, men and men. And women alone, desire written in their eyes.
Today, from behind the lens, I studied a party of two, drenched in sexual anticipation.
In my studio, the curvy brunette stretched like a cat across the sapphire-blue cover on the opulent bed. The dark-haired man gripped her hip with one hand, his other in her hair. He lay behind her, his body sealed to hers, his eyes hooded.
A queen flanked by her loyal soldier, who served and protected her. Or maybe she served him. As I snapped shot after shot, I wrote the script to their after-dark affairs, imagining filthy moment after filthy moment.
Truth be told, I didn’t have to imagine much. Their passion for each other was evident in their expressions, unmistakable in the tangling of their limbs. Yes, I’d posed them in my studio boudoir, but the poses came so naturally to these two.
I moved around the bed, giving direction from my Nikon. “Marco, can you move your hand down her thigh a little bit? I want to see more of the curve of Evangeline’s sexy hip.”
“It is the sexiest hip God ever created,” he growled, making the adjustment.
“And, Evangeline, look to the left so the camera can see more of those glossy pink lips.”
She shifted, briefly shooting him a look, a private gaze.
So much was unsaid in the way they stole glances at each other.
Longing. Craving. Heat.
My mind raced ahead.
Would he take her after their photo session? Would his hands travel all over her lush body?
I wrote Marco and Evangeline’s afternoon delight in my head.
Perhaps my neighbors would tell stories later of how the lift was stuck for thirty minutes that afternoon, and it was sooo annoying to have a mechanical malfunction.
Only I’d know what had really happened.
I’d know why everyone in this high-rise had to take the stairs.
The second they left my home studio and entered the elevator down the hall, Marco would become insatiable, his palm slamming against the stop button. He’d yank up her skirt and thrust inside her, her wrists pinned above her head. She’d need no coaxing. She’d be ready for him, head thrown back, lips parted, taking it hard and loving it.
Or perhaps the legend of their passion would be written in the parking garage. Maybe he’d pounce on her in the front seat before they turned on the engine, and those coming home early from work would do a double take.
Did you see them? That couple heating up the windows in the black Audi? She rode him like he was her stallion.
Or maybe they’d play denial games on the drive back to their home.
Evangeline would want to touch herself, and Marco would issue orders in a deep, rumbling voice, one hand on the steering wheel, one on her bare thigh.
Don’t touch yourself till I say so.
Show me your panties.
Now show me yourself.
I bet she’d loved being told what to do.
Bet she craved it like air.
He’d make her squirm till they returned home and he’d order her to get down on all fours and then he’d take her to the edge of pleasure.
I clenched my thighs at the wild thoughts racing through my head as my camera captured their suggestive poses, their heated expressions, the sensual record of the moments before the camera stopped clicking.
That was what my lens recorded. The build, the slow burn, the seconds that ticked till these lovers lunged at each other.
Sensual boudoir photography was my jam.
It was the best job ever.
And also the worst.
Because of days like this. When my mind zigged and zagged with images.
But I was a professional, and I had to keep my own wild meanderings at bay and finish the job.
I zoomed in on their faces, then I stepped back, grabbing a series of full-body shots as the couple shifted, sitting up, her legs wrapped around his ass, their arms curled around each other. Two people who couldn’t get enough of each other.