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The Boudoir Shoot

Callie

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” I grumbled, turning this way and that before the floor-length mirror. Hunter lounged on the plush chaise behind me, eyes roving over my body in a way that made me want to squirm.

“What’s the issue, Firefly? Don’t you want to show off that killer body of yours?” His lips curved in a wicked grin. “I certainly don’t mind an eyeful.”  His low drawl rolled over me like velvet, stoking the ever-present simmer between us.

I shot him a glare over my bare shoulder, cementing my arms across my chest. The skimpy black lace lingerie left very little to the imagination. “Down, boy. This is for a private exhibit viewing, not your personal peep show.” Posing in my underwear, even if artfully done, was definitely outside my creative wheelhouse. 

“Are you sure?” Hunter rose fluidly, the powerful lines of his body on full display in a pair of low-slung jeans. He circled behind me, rough palms skimming my belly and igniting nerve endings with each graze of skin on skin. “Because if it were up to me, you’d always be dressed like this around the house.” His beard brushed my nape as he nuzzled salt-kissed skin. “Easy access for me.”

A shiver traced my spine at the wicked promise in his tone even as I fought not to arch into his touch like a cat in heat. I had to remind myself to remain firm. “Not a chance, Hot Shot. We agreed, remember? This lingerie show is just to drum up some publicity and buzz about the new collection. And maybe for other…reasons.”

“Such as?” His thumbs rubbed maddening circles at the base of my spine and I struggled to remember my own name, let alone my motivations.

“Such as expanding my artistic horizons,” I bit out, trying to ignore the way my body trembled under his touch. “Pushing boundaries. Challenging myself.” Reasons I was increasingly less sure of the longer his fingers danced along my ribcage, his roaming over the lace bodice in a way crumbled my willpower.

“Mmm, admirable goals.” Hunter dipped his head, lips brushing the sensitive spot behind my ear and making me shiver. “Ones I fully support…  Later. Right now, your body is drumming up more than publicity around here, Firefly. Boundaries are definitely being… pushed,” he murmured, thrusting his hardness against my backside as his hands traveled lower. “So, for now, why don’t you let me handle the creative direction.”

I scoffed even as I tilted my head to give him better access. “Please. You may know your way around a camera, but I’m the mastermind here.”

“Never said you weren’t, sweetheart.” Clever fingers toyed with the lace at my hip, his touch zinging straight to my core. “But out there you’re the boss. In here… I’m in charge.”

A thrill raced through me at the low command in his voice, but still, I snorted and swatted away his wandering fingers. “Down, boy.”

“Woof,” he deadpanned.

Despite my mock annoyance, my treacherous body was definitely on his side. Having Hunter’s heated gaze undress me like this, even if just for an intimate photo shoot, had need curling through me. We’d come a long way from the days when our clashing egos and pride kept us at arm’s length. Inviting him into my artistic process like this filled me with a sense of partnership I cherished.

Maybe relinquishing control, just this once, wouldn’t be so bad after all. Taking a fortifying breath, I turned in the circle of his arms, fingers splayed across the firm heat of his chest.

“Fine, you win.” I looked up at him through my lashes, lips curving. “How do you want me, Hot Shot?”

Satisfaction glittered in his eyes as his grip tightened on my hips. Chuckling darkly, he kissed me, using his tongue to trace the plump curve of my lower lip before nipping it with his teeth. “Oh, I’ll show you exactly how I want you, Firefly. But first…” He nodded to the plush bed, decked out in silk and furs for the shoot. “Assume the position.”

Heat licked along my nerve endings, settling low in my belly. I stepped back, spine straightening with renewed purpose as I moved to the set. Who said ceding control couldn’t be empowering? Under his heated stare, I lowered myself onto the bed, finding my light.

The shutter clicked, capturing the moment. I arched provocatively, determined to pour every ounce of my sensuality into this intimate new art form. Hunter circled the bed, camera held aloft as he drank in every angle, every curves. The appreciative gleam in his eye emboldened me, my movements growing more sensual, more daring with each shutter click.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how bad you want it.”

I bit my lip, meeting his molten gaze as I rolled to my stomach, arching so my ass peaked through the sheer lace. “You mean like this?”

“Fuck, Callie…” The words punched out of him, gravelly with need.

Satisfaction unfurled through me, heady and sweet. I’d never felt more powerful, more utterly feminine, than I did posing for him like this. Each sultry glance, each position highlighted not just my physical beauty, but the confidence, the vitality that poured out of me.

This was more than an erotic display. It was an intimate self-portrait, an exploration of the muse within. Every sexy frame showcased a different facet – flirty, demure, brazen, soft. Layers I’d hidden, even from myself.

Until him. Until this.

Hunter made me feel safe enough to surrender. Safe enough to reveal the secret sides of myself without fear of judgement or rejection. In the warm cocoon of this moment, I could just be.

“You’re breathtaking.” Hunter’s awed murmur caressed down my spine. “A goddamn work of art.”

“Admiring my artistry or my ass?” I countered, adopting another sultry pose for him. His eyes blazed at the view.

“Both. Now hush up and give me those bedroom eyes, sweetheart. You know how I love it when you smolder.”

For the next hour, Hunter directed me seamlessly. The shutter clicked rhythmically to capture different angles, shifting positions that would make a centerfold blush. Some shots highlighted my coy demeanor, others my bold confidence as I commanded the space. All the while, Hunter’s molten stare kindled higher flames within me, that inexorable allure he still stoked no matter how often I basked in its heat.

Eventually he set aside the camera and stalked towards me where I lounged, his stride alarmingly predatory. I bit my lip in anticipation of his hunger. In one smooth movement, Hunter sank down over my body, caging me in with sculpted arms.

“You’re a damn vision, Callie,” he rasped. “These photos will be hotter than the surface of the sun once you unleash your creative passion on them.”

“Is that so?” I teased, relief washing over me now that the shoot had ended. “So confident in my talents, are you?”

“Among other things,” Hunter growled. He ground his rigid arousal against my negligee-clad heat, making me gasp. “I’m confident you won’t be leaving this bed for the rest of the day, Firefly. Not with all that needs…expressing.”

I laughed breathlessly, cradling his stubbled jaw. “That an order, Hot Shot?”

“You’re damn right,” he rumbled, before silencing me with a drugging kiss, using one hand to free himself. Once he was free, he yanked the bit of lace covering me to the side, strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me flush against him as he drove into me with exquisite precision. I mewled in bliss, the stretch and fullness setting every nerve ending ablaze.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged gruffly. “Take what you need.”

I did, undulating wantonly beneath him, meeting each powerful thrust with my own. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, slick with sweat, the headboard thudding a carnal rhythm against the wall. 

“Close,” I gasped out, my nails scoring his back. “So close…”

“Come for me, Callie.” His command was a dark purr against my ear. “Let me feel you.”

Two more deep strokes and I shattered, pleasure exploding through my core to engulf me whole. I cried out sharply, my inner muscles clenching hard around Hunter as rapture crashed over me in wave after wave.

With a guttural groan, he followed me over the edge, his hips surging erratically as he spent himself deep inside me. I clung to his juddering frame, savoring the weight of him, the intimacy of our joining. 

Long, sated moments passed before our breathing evened out. Hunter pressed soft kisses across my shoulder before carefully withdrawing. Immediately, I felt the loss of his heat.

“Stay,” I murmured, catching his wrist.

Cobalt eyes softened as they met mine. “Not going anywhere, Firefly.” He stretched out beside me, tugging my limp body into the shelter of his embrace. “Couldn’t leave you if I tried.”

I nestled into him with a content sigh, trailing idle fingertips over his sweat-misted skin. “Good. Because I’m not done expressing myself yet.”

That earned me a throaty chuckle. “Give a man a minute to recover, would you? We’re not all insatiable sex kittens.”

I nipped playfully at his jaw. “Excuses, excuses. Admit it, Hot Shot – I’ve got better stamina.”

“Is that a challenge?” He arched a brow, something wickedly determined glinting in his stare.

Anticipation curled through my belly. I shifted to straddle his hips, smirking down at him. “Think you can keep up?”

Large palms cupped my ass, kneading firmly. “Oh, I’ll more than keep up,” Hunter promised silkily. Already, I could feel him hardening beneath me. “By the time I’m done with you, Firefly, this lingerie will be nothing but scraps on the floor.”

“Bold words.” I rolled my hips, relishing his sharp intake of breath. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?”

In a lightning quick move, Hunter flipped us, caging me beneath his deliciously hard body once more. “How about I put my mouth somewhere else instead?” he purred, already sliding down my trembling form with intent.

After that, there were no more words. Only sighs and screams of ecstasy as he thoroughly proved his point.

The scraps of black lace on the floor were my very favorite souvenir.