Ethan’s POV

I stood still, my cock twisting harder and visibly in my trousers.

The black lace still sat perfectly on her body, but the professional distance we’d been holding on to for the last one hour was gone. She looked up at me without any of the usual performance in her expression.

“I didn’t book this just for pictures,” she repeated, softer this time.

I kept the camera in my hand like it still mattered. “Then what did you book it for?”

She reached out and took the camera from me, and placed it down on the nearby table without looking away from my face. She stepped in the...