Page 8 of Muse

“You’re perfect, princess,” he replied. “You promise you’ve never posed for anyone else before?”

“Never!” I said quickly. Even with the camera against his face, I could see his lips twist into a smile.

“Good. Now I’m going to get a little closer.”

He lowered the camera and locked eyes with me, sending my heart fluttering like a flag in the wind. He moved towards me with purpose, the most captivating, sure-of-himself man I’d ever met in my life and he’d chosen me to come back to his studio after hours to…take pictures?

No. There’s more to it than that and you know it!

But did I? did I really? All I knew was that as Shane moved towards me, I was desperate for him. I would have done anything he wanted me to do without question. He stopped before he reached me and picked up a small wooden box and set it in front of me. He pointed.

“Sit. Legs to the side.”

As he backed up, I carefully positioned myself on the box as I thought he wanted me, using my right arm to prop myself up. I wasn’t sure if it was right, but when I looked up at him and saw the look in his eyes…I knew.

“You’re lying to me, princess,” he said. “You’ve done this before.”

“I haven’t!” I protested. “I swear!”

“You’re not lying to me?” he growled. My heart felt like it was ready to leap from my chest.

“I would never lie to you.”

Shane smiled, got down on one knee and raised his camera again.

“Chin up.”

I felt the wetness between my legs and was conscious of the weight of my breasts, the shape of my body, the look in my eyes and what I was saying to him with them.

Take me.

“That’s it…” he whispered.

The shutter snapped again—then again and again as I moved ever so slightly each time, feeling as though I was finally learning to control my body in a sexual way. I’d never been a dancer, an athlete or one of those girls who could even consider teasing her man with a lap dance. But now, in front of Shane’s camera, I was starting to feel like a woman.

“Okay, these are good. But it’s time to move to the next level,” he said. “Spread your legs and face me. Show me all your beauty.”

The lines were really blurring now. But if he wanted me, why wasn’t he taking me like he did this morning?

“Is—is this how all of your shoots go?” I whispered. Shane lowered his camera and smiled.

“Not even remotely.”

His words flattened me, and I was instantly even more wet, so wet that I was probably going to leave a wet mark on the box. My body was practically screaming for his touch. I lowered my chin, letting my curls fall across my face to hide my eyes, arched my back and slowly opened my legs.

I heard Shane’s sharp intake of breath as he got the full view. It was the most intimate I’d ever been with someone. Nobody, not even a girl friend, had seen me this exposed. There was no more hiding anything from him. As far as I was concerned, my body belonged to him now.

The bulge in his pants taunted me as he raised his camera again. Each shutter snap sent a shiver up my spine, and with each shot, Shane moved closer…closer…closer...until finally he lowered his camera and simply stared.

Oh my God…I thought. Is he going to…?

; “You’re impossible to resist, Jane.” His voice shook my soul like an earthquake. My body flooded with tremendous need. “I didn’t just invite you here for pictures, you know?”

“I—”

“I invited you for everything.”