heaven help her, all she could think of was getting down and dirty with Jake Lord.
‘So how would you like to do this? All formal, standard position? Or kinky and wild, something totally unexpected?’
Zoe bit back a groan. Oh yes, please, definitely wild and kinky!
She gulped. ‘I thought you didn’t want a standard portrait?’
Jake leaned back against the trunk of the willow tree, fingers hooked through the belt loops of his jeans. The position pulled the denim fabric tight across his front and Zoe could see a definite surge of interest making itself known.
‘Don’t move,’ she muttered, fumbling with her camera. ‘That’s perfect.’ Oh yeah, perfect. Hot as hell and sexy enough to melt your boots.
Zoe pointed the camera and positioned Jake in the centre of the frame. Oh my, he looked good enough to eat. The jeans hugged his hips and muscular thighs, the dark fabric moulding what now appeared to be a stellar erection.
The neck of his cotton shirt gaped open and offered a tantalising glimpse of bronzed skin and the first hint of the dark hair that arrowed down his chest to his nether regions. Zoe had a searing urge to trail her tongue along the column of his throat and bury her mouth in that intriguing vee. She longed to taste his heat, the sweat on his chest, breathe in the scent that was essentially Jake Lord.
Hormones peaked. The blood raced through her veins, her heart tripping along at a furious pace. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her sex clenched in excited anticipation.
She gasped, bit her lip to contain a breathy moan. Ahh, to hell with this, Zoe. Are you going to take the next step or not?
‘Undo…’ She stopped and cleared her throat. ‘Undo the next few buttons of your shirt, Jake.’
He raised his eyebrows at her, a slight grin curling about his lips.
‘Well, you wanted a casual shot, didn’t you?’ she responded. ‘An unbuttoned shirt tucked into jeans should do it.’
Jake chuckled. ‘Hmm, wonder what mother would say to a portrait showing my manly chest. But I have a better idea.’
His eyes twinkled as he unfastened the rest of the buttons and slipped the shirt from his shoulders. Then he undid the snap on his jeans and lowered the zip an inch or so. When he tucked his thumbs back through the belt loops, the strain on the denim caused an immediate reaction, the metal teeth of the zip giving up their secret one tiny bit at a time.
Jake ran one hand in a lazy sweep across his chest. ‘Soo…this turn you on?’
Oooh, baby, sex on legs! She’d opened her mouth to make a smart comment when she saw the look on Jake’s face and the slight twitch to his lips.
Damn it, the man knew exactly what he was doing to her. He thought he was a master of manipulation, did he? It was time he learned he’d met his match in her. More than that, it was time for her to take control.
After clicking off a series of quick shots of Jake, Zoe moved in close and lowered the camera onto a bed of moss beside the tree trunk. Then she leaned forwards and licked her way from one side of his chest to the other, gratified when he struggled to catch his breath.
‘Soo…what turns you on, Mr Lord?’ She flicked the tip of her tongue across his nipple. ‘This?’
She gifted his other nipple with a similar caress before kissing her way down the centre of his body until she could probe at the waistband of his jeans with her tongue. ‘Maybe this?’
Jake groaned. ‘Ahh, Zoe, I — ’
‘Or maybe you’d prefer this.’ Grasping the metal tab between her teeth, she eased the zip down. Before Jake could say anything, she grabbed his jeans and whipped them down. Her eyes opened wide when his erection sprang free.
‘Well, well, who would have thought it? The very upright Mr Jake Lord likes to go commando. Hmm, I wonder how many of your customers at the bank would appreciate that little snippet of information.’
She trailed the tip of her finger across the bulbous head of his cock before she
‘So how would you like to do this? All formal, standard position? Or kinky and wild, something totally unexpected?’
Zoe bit back a groan. Oh yes, please, definitely wild and kinky!
She gulped. ‘I thought you didn’t want a standard portrait?’
Jake leaned back against the trunk of the willow tree, fingers hooked through the belt loops of his jeans. The position pulled the denim fabric tight across his front and Zoe could see a definite surge of interest making itself known.
‘Don’t move,’ she muttered, fumbling with her camera. ‘That’s perfect.’ Oh yeah, perfect. Hot as hell and sexy enough to melt your boots.
Zoe pointed the camera and positioned Jake in the centre of the frame. Oh my, he looked good enough to eat. The jeans hugged his hips and muscular thighs, the dark fabric moulding what now appeared to be a stellar erection.
The neck of his cotton shirt gaped open and offered a tantalising glimpse of bronzed skin and the first hint of the dark hair that arrowed down his chest to his nether regions. Zoe had a searing urge to trail her tongue along the column of his throat and bury her mouth in that intriguing vee. She longed to taste his heat, the sweat on his chest, breathe in the scent that was essentially Jake Lord.
Hormones peaked. The blood raced through her veins, her heart tripping along at a furious pace. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her sex clenched in excited anticipation.
She gasped, bit her lip to contain a breathy moan. Ahh, to hell with this, Zoe. Are you going to take the next step or not?
‘Undo…’ She stopped and cleared her throat. ‘Undo the next few buttons of your shirt, Jake.’
He raised his eyebrows at her, a slight grin curling about his lips.
‘Well, you wanted a casual shot, didn’t you?’ she responded. ‘An unbuttoned shirt tucked into jeans should do it.’
Jake chuckled. ‘Hmm, wonder what mother would say to a portrait showing my manly chest. But I have a better idea.’
His eyes twinkled as he unfastened the rest of the buttons and slipped the shirt from his shoulders. Then he undid the snap on his jeans and lowered the zip an inch or so. When he tucked his thumbs back through the belt loops, the strain on the denim caused an immediate reaction, the metal teeth of the zip giving up their secret one tiny bit at a time.
Jake ran one hand in a lazy sweep across his chest. ‘Soo…this turn you on?’
Oooh, baby, sex on legs! She’d opened her mouth to make a smart comment when she saw the look on Jake’s face and the slight twitch to his lips.
Damn it, the man knew exactly what he was doing to her. He thought he was a master of manipulation, did he? It was time he learned he’d met his match in her. More than that, it was time for her to take control.
After clicking off a series of quick shots of Jake, Zoe moved in close and lowered the camera onto a bed of moss beside the tree trunk. Then she leaned forwards and licked her way from one side of his chest to the other, gratified when he struggled to catch his breath.
‘Soo…what turns you on, Mr Lord?’ She flicked the tip of her tongue across his nipple. ‘This?’
She gifted his other nipple with a similar caress before kissing her way down the centre of his body until she could probe at the waistband of his jeans with her tongue. ‘Maybe this?’
Jake groaned. ‘Ahh, Zoe, I — ’
‘Or maybe you’d prefer this.’ Grasping the metal tab between her teeth, she eased the zip down. Before Jake could say anything, she grabbed his jeans and whipped them down. Her eyes opened wide when his erection sprang free.
‘Well, well, who would have thought it? The very upright Mr Jake Lord likes to go commando. Hmm, I wonder how many of your customers at the bank would appreciate that little snippet of information.’
She trailed the tip of her finger across the bulbous head of his cock before she
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