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  Joshua bit his lower lip, obviously deep in thought. The move reminded Anna of Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise. She crossed her legs. She’d just had the dirtiest desire to touch herself right here and now.

  A light bulb seemed to go on. “Well,” he said, “we are in the kitchen.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Panties and an apron. You have five minutes to prepare for your shot.”

  “Do you have a modeling history? You’re kinda mean when you get into this.”

  “I’d quit talking. You now have four and a half minutes.”

  “Cheater! That was not thirty seconds!”

  “Now it’s easily been thirty seconds.”

  Anna rummaged in the kitchen drawers. She’d never worn an apron here, but for some reason now she hoped she’d find one. She did. It was candy striped, red and white. She thought of the red lace panties she had in her bag. Why she’d brought those panties was beyond her at the time. She’d just grabbed and thrown, and then shrugged when she saw what she got and thrown in another cotton pair. She almost whistled in relief, and giggled as she headed for her room.

  “Four minutes,” he told her.

  “I won’t need four minutes,” Anna laughed as she headed into her room. She took the ponytail out of her hair, tossing it and running her fingers through it to fluff the silky blonde strands against each other. She found the red lace panties in her bag.

  She was back before two minutes had ticked by. She sauntered toward him, but broke with a giggle before she could get to him.

  “No, don’t laugh. You’re seriously hot.” Joshua’s eyes were riveted on her approach.

  “Thanks. Where do you want me?” she managed to say with a straight face.

  He swallowed visibly. “Uh. Yeah, the shot.” He got a wicked grin. “Sit on the counter.”

  “What?” Anna asked. She went to the island where he’d pointed, right in front of the bar stools, and climbed up to perch on the counter. “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that.” He lifted his camera and took a couple of shots, walking to the side a few steps. “Cross your legs.”

  Something about being ordered around by a photographer, when she was usually the one behind the camera barking orders, gave her a thrill. She did as he asked, giving him a saucy look over her shoulder. He snapped away, and she laughed.

  “Now uncross your legs.” His eyes snapped into focus—a look Anna knew for an artist with sudden inspiration.

  “I don’t suppose you have any red strappy heels with you?”

  “On my trip into the woods for the weekend? Because that would make sense.”

  “What were the red lace panties for?” His eyebrows bobbed up and down as he laughed at her. Adorable.

  “A happy accident, as it turns out.”

  “Back to my shot. Scoot back on the counter a little and lean forward, with your elbows between your knees.” He ran one finger up her naked spine, and it was all she could do not to lean into his hand like a cat about to purr. “As I suspected. A delicious hint of cleavage, and your long legs look amazing under the candy stripes. Red heels would be the perfect touch. Too bad.” He shook his head sadly between shots.

  Anna giggled again. She wondered what the shots looked like so far. He seemed pretty happy with them. He whistled a tune as he took a final few.

  “My turn,” Anna told him. She held out a hand. “Camera?”

  “Are you kidding?” he asked after she’d poured them each a rum and coke and laid out her plan.

  “You had your turn.” Anna said, her evil streak showing. “Now strip and get out there.”

  “There’s almost a foot of snow out there, Anna. I’m not going outside naked.”

  She pouted, making a big show of her plump bottom lip. His tongue snaked out to lick his own lower lip.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll help you warm up after.”

  His eyes narrowed sullenly. “I assume that’s a promise.”

  “It won’t be a problem. There’s a hot tub.”

  “Oh. That’s perfect. Let’s do hot tub photos.”

  “You’re not getting off that easy. The hot tub is for after.”

  “After what?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

  “Come on! You’re getting out there in the buff.”

  Joshua groaned. “I gotta have another drink before this.”

  Anna nodded in agreement. That fire in her belly sounded nice before she went outside to take photos of her sexy surprise.

  A few minutes later she followed him outside, after throwing her pants and tennies back on. When they reached the porch she told him. “Okay, time to strip, babe.”

  “And you said I was mean.” He lost the shirt, showing off a well-defined six-pack, and great arms.

  “You look skinny dressed. It’s an optical illusion.” Anna could have kicked herself. What did she say that for?

  Joshua grinned. “It’s my height. And then, I’m also pretty skinny.”

  “No, you look good,” Anna told him, her voice husky. She was glad it was dark, because she was blushing.

  He smiled, a bit smugly, and unzipped his jeans.

  Anna’s eyes dropped, despite her repeated self-admonitions, to catch his cock springing free.

  “You liked the lacy panties?” Anna teased, trying to ignore her physical response to his erect cock. He was truly gorgeous. His cock was thick and almost purple he was so hard.

  “Oh, yeah. Very nice choice. Now are you going to quit staring like I’m a piece of meat and tell me where you want me?”

  Pleasure darted through her at his words. She could tell him where she wanted him, all right. Her pussy throbbed, and she ached to touch herself to relieve the building pressure. Instead, she reached for him.

  “Not fair.” His breath whistled through his teeth. “Anna, your hands are cold. Are you going to make me stand out here naked all night?”

  “Isn’t it fitting? You were stuck in the snow. At least you had the clothes on your back.”

  If possible, he’d grown harder in her hand, and she stroked her fingers along his length. “You don’t seem to mind the cold.”

  “I’m male. I’d probably fuck you out here if it were twenty below. But let’s go back inside for that, because there’s a nice big house here just for the two of us.” He clapped his hands, breaking the spell he had over her. “Now what’s your shot?”

  “You’re perfect for my shot. Perfect.” She darted off the porch, stopping about ten feet away. “Here. On your side, with your head propped on your hand, and...” Anna licked her lips, taking in his cock. This was going to be one illicit picture. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

  “What, are you going to blackmail me?”

  “I want to keep a copy.”

  “Consider it a memento. Just thinking about you checking out a picture of me...it’s going to be hard to forget.”

  He stretched out on the snow, grimacing. “You better be fast, babe.” Then he went into model mode—seriously, Anna thought he must have been a model at some point in the past. The look he gave the camera was smoking hot. He knew just how to hold his head for the best angle, the angle that made him look like a Greek god. The shot framed Joshua, cock bouncing against his belly, with the snowy woods behind him. Gorgeous. She’d never sell this for a calendar, but it was the type of picture that she could make a bundle on, if she were so inclined.

  “I told you this was perfect. I have it. You can get up now.”

  He jumped up off the snow and ran to his clothes on the porch.

  Anna laughed. “You baby. You were only out there like a minute and a half.”

  “Yeah, with ice pressed up against the side of my body that entire time. You want to give it a try? Come to think of it, I’d love a memento of my own.”

  “You had your shot.” She cackled, knowing she had the best of him. “Let’s go check them out on my laptop.”

  They sat side by side, Joshua back in his jeans and t-shirt
, with a blanket draped over their shoulders so he could share her body heat. Maybe her polar bear stunt hadn’t been the nicest idea after he’d already spent so long in the snow earlier. Or maybe he was just using the excuse to sneak a cuddle, Anna mused.

  Joshua shrugged after looking at the pictures. “Okay, so your shot was probably sexier, given an objective opinion. But I think I won it for you, babe. So, I’m calling a bonus. Red lace panties on that plush rug in front of the fire.”

  A delicious shiver ran over her skin as Anna thought about baring herself for him, and for the camera. “With the apron?” Her voice quavered as she spoke.

  “No. You’re the one who decided to go nude. Now you get to give back a little. I’m letting you keep your panties.”

  “Just because they turn you on.”

  “That may be so, but my motives aren’t in question. On the rug.” He pointed, and her eyes followed the gesture. The fire crackled merrily beyond the thick cream-colored rug.

  “If you’re calling a bonus, I’m going to enjoy it. I think I need a little help undressing.”

  He stood, and she could tell by the bulge in his pants, which he made no effort to hide, that his erection hadn’t abated.

  He caged her against his body with one iron arm, the other hand tracing a slow pattern down her side until he slipped his fingers under the waistband of the pants she’d thrown on. His breath on her neck tickled deliciously. Oh god, she couldn’t believe what she wanted to do to this man who’d appeared just in time to spend a snowy night with her. He was about perfect in every way, from what she’d seen. With this evening’s events, that was saying something. She couldn’t wait to get him naked again. This time inside, in the fire-lit house, in her warm embrace.

  He tugged her pants down, his hands hot on her flesh, despite the exposure earlier. As his fingertip grazed the back of her knee, Anna shivered and a whimper of helpless arousal escaped her lips. She stepped out of her pants, and he dropped to his knees, so his face was level with her navel. Anna shrugged out of her shirt and unsnapped her bra with a faint click that brought his eyes to hers. A whisper of a grin passed over his lips, and then he kissed her belly. His tongue worked patterns over her skin as his hands fingers softly stroked the sensitive skin at the back of her knees.

  Anna arched into his touch, attempting to urge his attentions to the center of her arousal. But he was determined to take more pictures first.

  He leaned back and stared into her eyes. “On the rug.” His whisper was ragged, and she couldn’t tell whether he meant it as a question or a statement, but she moved toward the rug all the same. He could have his pictures, and then she’d have his hands on her body, his tongue roaming her most sensitive and secret places, and his cock pressing into her slit, opening her wider until he could plunge into her core...

  Anna sank down on the plush cream-colored rug, the fire warm at her naked back. She wasn’t sure how to sit, and started off cross-legged, with her palms protectively over her breasts. She figured Joshua would give her directions, but instead he murmured a sound of encouragement and crossed to the other side of the room to snap a few shots, his brow furrowed in concentration.

  Anna had never been this bare for a camera, and somehow the permanence of the photos he was taking on this stolen night made her feel more exposed than she’d ever felt before.

  He dropped the camera down so he could look at her. “You’re blushing. You have no idea how cute that is.”

  Anna shook her hair into her face, feeling the need to retreat.

  Joshua crossed to her, and as soon as his hands touched her skin their heat seared into her, branding her. Suddenly, the warmth of the fire felt unsatisfying, far off. It was Joshua’s heat she wanted. She leaned toward him, just as he moved away. “Lay down, here.”

  She moved to do as he asked, suddenly breathless and sure the blush had darkened enough it was no longer becoming. But when her eyes darted to his, she found him staring, the look of need in his eyes so intimate that it reminded her they were strangers to each other. Slow and warm, a sliver of fear, or maybe it was shame, worked through her belly. She knew virtually nothing about this man, besides that so far he’d moved at her pace and they’d seemed to click. Could she really take him into her body, her bed, knowing so little?

  Even thinking the question, she knew it wasn’t really a question. She’d never done anything so daring before. She knew that little worm of doubt should make her truly afraid, but instead it teased her senses with the unknown, making her feel alive. She wanted to sleep with Joshua, was incredibly turned on by the spontaneity of the night, and she would have him.

  Anna turned her eyes to the camera, tilting her jaw just so, at the angle she knew favored her. He snapped three or four shots in quick succession, and whistled. “That’s it. You are so sexy...”

  Anna propped her head on her hand, one knee up and the other leg buried in the sumptuous softness of the rug. She draped her other hand over her hip, and pouted.

  Snap. Snap, snap, snap.

  She trailed her fingers from her ribs to her navel, suggestively.

  Snap, snap. Snap. Deep breath from the photographer behind the camera. Was she turning him on? The thought made her grin.

  She dipped one finger below her panty line, biting her lip and opening her eyes wide for the camera.

  Snap. Snap.

  It was his breath that was most prominent now. She could see the outline of his cock through his jeans. She remembered his naked body, and made a decision. No time like the present.

  Anna rose to her knees. Joshua didn’t drop the camera as he waited to see what she’d do next. She moved to him, and quickly unsnapped his jeans before he could protest or drop the camera. She’d had an incredibly sordid thought, and she knew he wasn’t that shy about having his cock photographed.

  Suddenly, his big, warm hand closed over hers. “Hold on.”

  “What?” she squeaked in surprise.

  “Are you sure about this?” He met her eyes over the camera. “I was sort of waiting for you to back down.”

  Anna tilted her head to the side mischievously. “You’re nervous?”

  “This just isn’t my usual MO.”

  She had to hear this. “What’s your usual MO?”

  “You know, I usually date a girl, and then see what happens. Casual sex isn’t my thing.”

  Anna sat back on her heels, feeling out the doubt she’d willfully ignored earlier. “I know what you mean.”

  “Good. I was beginning to worry I’d stumbled on a woman I couldn’t handle.”

  “Oh, that remains to be determined. But no, I don’t usually sleep with strangers...” She trailed off, trying to decide whether to say what was on her mind. “I’ve had fun with you tonight. If you want to avoid the bedroom, I’m not going to hold it against you or anything.”

  He groaned. “It isn’t that. I’m having fun with you, too. And you can tell I want to sleep with you. I’ve been hard pretty much all night.”

  “So what is it?”

  “How about this? Will you go out with me next week?”

  Anna squirmed. “Next week? How about we count the tea and cookies as a date?”

  Joshua laughed, and trailed one fingertip along her cheekbone. Her face was still at his groin level, and she wanted desperately to undress him and ride him on the rug. Desperately. Closing her eyes, she kissed his stomach, the wiry hair teasing her sensitive skin.

  When she looked up at him, his eyes reflected the sparks from the glowing fire. “I’ll take you to dinner next Friday in Seattle. Say yes?”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Good.” He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them, while Anna took in every motion shamelessly.

  When he went to set down the camera, she cleared her throat. “No. Keep the camera for a minute.”

  His gaze swiveled to hers, but she’d come much closer than he anticipated, and crouched again before his erection. She reached for him, and this time he made no
move to stop her. First lightly, she stroked her fingertips along his proud length. She moved closer, her other hand on his hip to urge him toward her mouth. When she closed over his hot length, she felt a tremor run through his muscular frame. He moaned and his ass clenched as she took more of him into the wet heat of her mouth. He tasted slightly salty, and she hummed in appreciation.

  Anna released his cock regretfully for a moment. “The camera. You don’t want to miss this.”

  “Oh, god.” His rigid cock flexed in her grip as he raised the camera.

  Snap. Snap.

  Anna was close enough to flick the head of his cock with her tongue, and she did just that.

  Snap, snap. Snap.

  She moved her head to the side so the camera could catch her taking him in her mouth, his tip bulging out against her cheek.

  Snap, snap.

  She moaned as she moved lower on his shaft, taking inches into her mouth until she reached a point that felt delicious, and she savored him, swirling her tongue against his stiff flesh. Giving head had always turned her on. She could give a guy a blowjob and even if he didn’t touch her the entire time, by the time he came in her mouth she’d be dripping wet. She loved the feel of a cock in her mouth, and as Joshua touched the back of her head lightly with his other hand, urging her on, she moaned again, excitement filling her belly with need.

  Snap.

  Joshua pulled away. He took a couple of steps and put aside the camera, and grabbed something—a condom—from his wallet, never taking his eyes from her nearly naked form. “I’m done with pictures.”

  Anna grinned.

  When he returned it was to kneel with her on the soft rug, his naked flesh pressed against hers in a blissful haze of sexual greed. He was so warm, so tall, even kneeling he seemed to tower over her. As if he’d just had the same thought, he stretched out on the rug and tugged her down next to him.

  Instead, she stripped the last of the lace from her body, and straddled him, making her intentions known.

  The firelight flickered gently as she moved down his body, taking the swollen head of his cock in her mouth again. But he groaned and pulled her up to kiss her on the mouth. “You’re too good at that, Anna. I want to be inside you when I spill.”