She smiles while drying her hands on the pink and brown towel. “Oh wow! Oh wow!”

Grunting, I turn the shower water off. “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?” I can’t help but to smile at Tori’s face as she makes an O with her mouth. “Laugh all you want, but it felt good as shit; probably even better than those half-assed ones that Brad gives you.”

Her face turns serious. “Shit. I told you about those?”

Reaching for my towel, I laugh and nod my head. “Yup! All I have to do is give you a bottle of wine and you like to talk.” I get in her face and start moving my hand as if it is her mouth. “Talk. Talk. Talk. I’d be careful if I were you.”

I push her with my hip and walk past her. “Maybe Brad should get his lazy tongue checked out. Aren’t there some kind of tongue exercises he can do for crying out loud?”

“I wish,” she mumbles.

“I need to get ready for my photography date.” I grin, and walk away, leaving her probably hating Brad and his unsatisfying tongue. Strangely, that leaves me satisfied.

Holding my camera, I run my hand down the front of my white shirt. He said to dress comfortably, so I did. I settled on a pair of cut off denim shorts, a loose shirt, and a pair of my worn out Chucks. I have my thick hair pulled to the side in a loose ponytail. Swallowing, I knock.

It only takes a few seconds before Kyan is standing before me looking even sexier than the last couple times I have seen him. How is that even possible? He’s magic, that’s how. I wonder what kind of spells he can work with his tongue . . .

He’s dressed in a black V-neck shirt that hugs his broad chest so perfectly that I start to believe that shirt was made specifically for him. Lowering my gaze, my eyes widen as they take in the way his thick legs look hugged in his dark, form-fitting jeans.

He rests his arm above him in the doorway and I unknowingly lift an eyebrow as his shirt slightly lifts, revealing a thin happy trail, leading into the top of his black boxer briefs.

“Ms. Reynolds,” he says with a knowing smirk. “Looks like you were free after all.” He steps away from the doorway, allowing me to enter.

I take a few seconds to look around as he closes and locks the door behind us. Setting my camera down onto the marble counter top, I walk over to the black, plush couch and push down on a cushion. “Oohhh . . .”

He gives me an amused smile. “It feels even better when you lay on it . . . especially when you’re naked, in the dark, just closing your eyes and getting lost in your thoughts.” He looks up to meet my eyes. “I find myself doing that a lot after a long, hard day at work.”

I suck in a breath and try to hide my silly grin as I picture just that in my head. “I can imagine,” I say.

“I’m sure you can.” He walks into the kitchen and reaches above him in the cabinet. “I’m going to have a beer while we work. Will wine work for you? I’m not sure if beer is your thing.” I hear a hint of humor in his voice, so I make a face at him before nodding my head.

When he walks back into the living room, he sets a glass of red wine down onto his coffee table before handing me a piece of printed paper.

“Those are her visions for the shoot. I already know what she wants me to wear so as long as you can pull off the rest . . .” He pauses to take a swig of his beer. “Then everything is all good.”

I swallow hard as my eyes scroll over the words on the paper. I’ve never, and I mean as in ever done a photo shoot so exposed and personal before. According to this piece of paper I’ll be photographing him in two different places: a white room, and in his bed. What he will be wearing . . . now that is his little secret and for me to find out, but from the covers I’ve seen floating around these days; I’m going to guess it’s going to leave me sweating my ass off and wiping drool from my chin.

Reaching for my glass of wine, I smile nervously and lift it to my lips. I take a long swig before wiping my mouth off. At least it’s not drool. “I’m ready when you are.”

Kyan watches me over his beer as he tilts it back. He sets the bottle down next to my glass. “We’ll start with the white wall.” He nods to the open door to our right. “I have a tripod set up and all the necessary equipment that you’ll need to get the right angles. I wanted to make it as easy on you as possible.”

“Perfect,” I say, trying to sound as professional as possible. “I’ll go set up my camera while you get ready.”

Quickly, I reach for my camera and hurry into the white room. There’s nothing in here except for camera equipment. I hear Kyan enter the room, but I focus on turning on my camera and getting it placed in the tripod.

I hear him shuffling around and getting ready. When I look up again, I see him pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Of course my eyes have a mind of their own and I end up checking him out in slow motion as he stands there shirtless, his tight muscles flexing as he leans against the wall, waiting for me to pull my shit together.

I’ve never seen a man with such a beautiful body in my life. The last time I have been this fascinated with a man’s body was in high school. Hunter . . . That was one fine man. Now, it’s with my neighbor and damn personal trainer.

I may have released a little moan when his V of muscles appeared as he tugged his jeans down to where he wanted them.

I will not run over there and lick them. I will not run over there and lick them . . .

I shake my thoughts off and start giving him orders. I am pleased with every single shot that I take. That never happens. Kyan is just so naturally sexy that it takes no effort for him to pose, making it easier to feel professional. I quickly get into it.

I tell him to bring his left arm to the right side of his head and look at me through his arm, and he does. The way his body is placed, all of the right muscles flexed and on display are fucking flawless.

“Perfect,” I say a little breathy. “Now stand with your back facing the wall and bend your right arm over your head. He flexes his jaw and gives me a seductive look as I snap a few pictures. “That’s so good, Kyan. You’re a natural.”

We do a few more poses before I decide that we’re ready for the next session of the shoot. We’ve been working on the white wall shoot for nearly forty minutes now and we have well over a hundred good shots.

Kyan is watching me with a lazy smirk as I look down at my camera. “I guess the next spot is in my bedroom. Not many girls get invited in there.” He tugs on the end of my ponytail as his eyes roam over my body. “Good thing you dressed comfortably. You need to be flexible for this part.”