The Sweet but Scorching Hot Book Boyfriend Romance Bundle

“Can we stop at my room first?” Leah whispered in the elevator. Another couple boarded with us, offering wobbly smiles before hitting the button for the second floor.

I hit the button for the third floor. “No.”

She bit her lip and watched them unload on her floor, pulling my arm toward the opening but not committing to it. The doors closed.

 “All I have on is my dress and my bra,” she pleaded.

“You think that’s going to change my mind?” I raised an eyebrow.

She chewed on her lip.

When the doors opened on the third floor, I led her out and backed her against the wall. I’d learned my lesson about elevators in this place. My knee settled between her legs, and her skirt rode up to the top of her thighs.

Focus.

“I want to photograph you raw and untamed on my bed. Do you understand what I’m looking for?” I asked.

Her eyes grew wide. Her red lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.

“The best art is the stuff no one plans on. It just happens. Go with it, Leah.”

She nodded and followed me. My hands shook as I opened the door. I had to get my shit together, or I was going to ruin this. This boudoir-type shoot wasn’t my usual thing and Leah was turning me inside out. I closed my eyes and pictured her in a series of snapshots tangled in sheets. That short blonde curly hair, the red lipstick, and her soft, curvy body, it was going to come together perfectly unless I fucked it up.

I pulled my camera out of its case and attached the fifty-millimeter lens. I looked back to Leah over my shoulder. She leaned against the wall near the bathroom, her arms crossed around her waist.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

I considered the space, turning on lights. The bedding here was crisp and white, perfect for what I had in mind.

“Lay on the bed,” I instructed.

One knee hit the mattress. Perfect for a test shot. She startled, not ready for the flash. “On my stomach or on my back?”

Good question. “On your stomach. You’ve done photo shoots before, right?”

“Usually with my underpants on.” She rolled her eyes and I fired off another test shot. “Are you going to give me any warning?”

“I’m testing the lighting.” I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed and took another photo. I pulled the camera away from my face so I could check the screen. I wasn’t used to working with the hotel lighting, but I was completely in her thrall.

Leah propped herself up on her elbows, feet up in the air. She craned her neck trying to see the screen as I adjusted the aperture. “Can I see them?”

“Not yet.” I snapped another picture, then put the camera down out of Leah’s reach. I was already drenched with sweat and out of breath and we were just getting started. Happy with my settings, I rolled up my sleeves and loosened my tie. “I want you to do whatever comes naturally to you. But don’t take your eyes off the camera unless I tell you.”

Leah pursed her lips. The nervousness was back. “Okay.”

“Just so you know” –I picked up the camera and brought it to my face— “you look fucking incredible.”

That got the first smile out of her. After that, she froze like a deer in headlights, but it was perfect. The innocence, the honesty, that was the shit I wanted to capture. I kept snapping. She ran her teeth over her bottom lip, and I leaned in closer. A hand raked through her hair. These shots were going to be unbelievable.

I climbed up on the bed, straddling her body. “Follow me with just your eyes for now.”

She followed directions perfectly. Such a heady mix of submission and rebellion. A sultry gaze over her shoulder sent my cock into kickstand mode. Slowly she rolled onto her side and rested her head on her curved arm, fucking me through the lens with her eyes. One bare leg slid up the other, so slowly I thought I was going to drop the camera. Fuck, she was the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

Leah yanked on her twisted dress; it had ridden up to her hips.

“Don’t.” I pulled away from the lens. She never broke eye contact with me. “Let it all happen naturally.”

“Just let it all hang out, huh?” She laughed. “Literally.”

“Yeah.” I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy. I swallowed hard. “You have no idea how hot this is.”

Leah’s smiled changed like I’d flicked a switch, and she let go of the dress. She reached down to her foot, running her fingernail lightly up the length of her leg. Letting her fingertips catch in the hem, this time she dragged the dress up, exposing herself up to her belly button, but she stopped. Her flat palm slid back down to her hip, and she pushed her leg down, covering her sex with her thigh. She moved back up, playing with the hem of the dress, never taking her gaze off me. For a second, I forgot to keep clicking.

“You’re a tease.” My legs were shaking.

She ran both hands up the front of her dress, crossing them over her tits. “Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it.” I gave in and fell to my knees under the guise of wanting a closer shot. Leah wasn’t giving it up that easily. She crawled back on the bed on her elbows, the dress creeping up ever so slowly, and once again let her legs fall to the side. She still had her heels on. Damn.

When the dress was too bunched up for her to make it look sexy anymore, she sat up and took it off in one long, graceful line. She let the fabric fall to the floor, only breaking eye contact with me to see where it landed.

I kept shooting.

Remembering her instructions, she snapped back to me and grabbed a fistful of the sheet. She tangled it around her body, snaking it through her legs. She’d scissor her thighs open slowly but then snapped them shut and pushed them down over each other.

I groaned. Her little peep show was breaking me into pieces.

Leah writhed in the sheet, letting it curve around her like a hungry snake. I never expected her to come alive like this in front of the camera.

No wonder they put her on TV.

I had hoped for a couple of sexy shots and then fucking, but this was hotter than any foreplay I’d ever come up with before. It might even be hotter than the night at her house when I watched her make herself come with her fingers and her vibrator.

She rolled back onto her stomach and stuck her bare ass high in the air. Definitely hotter than the night in DC. Curling up slowly to kneeling position, she looked at me over her shoulder with her lips parted, and she reached around to unhook her bra. She watched one strap fall, freezing in time so I could capture the motion, then the other. Her hands brushed her skin, whisking the fabric away. All of it. She pushed the sheets back to the foot of the bed and sank back into the mattress, easing down to her back.

My breath kept catching in the back of my throat, matching the rhythm of Leah’s. It was the only sound in the room but the click of the camera. Even with her gorgeous naked body spread out before me, I couldn’t stop taking pictures of her face. She’d totally given herself over to this, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

She put her hand on her neck, playing with her necklace for a moment before sliding her hand down between her tits. She covered them with her forearm and let her head fall back. For the first time, her eyes closed.

I captured it all.

One finger slid over her nipple. It tensed and puckered under her touch. She didn’t move right away but then she began to slowly circle it. Her eyes were still closed. Her mouth fell open. Leah had sensitive nipples. Her whole body reacted to each tiny circle. I didn’t pay nearly enough attention to them last night, I’d been so hot to fuck her. I needed to make up for that mistake when we were done with the photo shoot.

Leah quickened the movement, her lips moving against each other, trying to hold in some emotion. Her hips twitched on the bed and her eyes snapped open, still focused on the lens as she moaned.

She was going to make me come in my pants.

It was a test of my will to keep going. I took a deep breath and concentrated on the technical. The light and shadow. The curve of her waist as her finger ran down the line of her stomach. Like that was going to get my mind off my aching cock. I thought I was done for when her fingers hit her pussy, but she stopped.

Leah sat up, crawling over to me. She didn’t break eye contact with the lens as she untied the knot of my tie, sliding it away from my neck and laying back down, dragging it beside her like a leash.

She let the green fabric slide up her legs, over her stomach. A couple rubs back and forth against her taut pink nipples, then she brought it to her face. One last slide of her tongue over her lips before she draped the tie over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

This photo shoot was fucking over.

My hands shook as I put the camera down on the nightstand. I sank next to her on the bed. She pressed her lips together in anticipation. I pulled the bottom one away with my finger, but she caught me, sucking me back in, swirling her tongue around the tip like she was giving me head. I added one more finger, and then another, fucking her mouth with my hand.

I dropped my head beside hers while she continued working.

“You’re amazing,” I whispered against her ear. She smiled around my fingers.

Dragging my wet fingers down to her nipple, I repeated the motion she’d done minutes before. I caught her soft sigh on my lips. Leah kissed me with everything she had. The seductress was nowhere to be found now. Even as I continued rubbing and rolling her nipple, everything about her was soft and giving. It was too easy to get lost in, and if I didn’t fuck her soon, I was going to burst into a million pieces.

Buttons, zippers, all fucking annoying as I freed my cock from my pants. The tip was already wet and I had to reel myself back or I’d be a two-pump chump. No way. Leah ran her hands over her body, having absolutely no idea what she was doing to me.

I could watch her all night.

If my dick didn’t explode.

She’d gone back to her nipples. Liking the way that felt, she bit her lip, smiling. I pulled her toward me by her legs, spreading them to either side of me. The blindfold came off in the move and we made eye contact like it was the first time we’d ever seen each other.

Leah’s breath was ragged as she adjusted the tie back over her eyes. Like that, she was gone again, but she’d left her body behind. I slid a condom over my aching dick and ran it down the length of her slit.

I think she might have purred as she opened her legs wider. That was all the invitation I needed to come inside, one tight fucking inch at a time. I slid completely inside her, collapsing and burying my face in her neck before I started to move.

During the photo shoot I planned to fuck her so hard that everyone still at the reunion would know when she came.

But that’s not what happened.

Instead, I lifted my tie away from her eyes and looked into them as I fucked her slowly, making sure I felt every inch of her as she clamped down on me. Her moans and cries vibrated through my body, and I swallowed them all. I wanted to remember every second of this. The way she looked as I moved inside of her and every noise she made.

Leah had mindfucked me.

Now that I was back in familiar territory, I had some control back. My thrusts picked up, crashing against her while ravaging her mouth. Still inside her, I rolled back, pulling Leah with me so she wound up on top. The blindfold fell away, and she let her head tip back and moaned. I pistoned up, still slamming against her body. Watching her luscious curves bounce on top of me was a frigging sweet reward for the torture of containing myself during the photo shoot. She rocked against me and I held on for the ride. I got totally lost in watching her fuck me. I almost reached for the camera again.

“I’m going to come,” she said between gasps of air. “But I want you inside me when I do it.”

“I’m close too, baby.” Grasping her hips, I pounded against her. The tremors started, and she locked down on my dick. Her head slumped forward, and she cried out as her release flooded down around me. I kept thrusting up into her, but I didn’t have long to go. My cum ran down the inside of the condom.

I eased her down on the bed beside me and Leah pulled the condom off. She took hold of my dick, wringing every last bit of cum out of me, licking it with long strokes.

Running her finger through the puddle above my shaft, she ran it over my lips. I moaned. We tasted good together. I did the same thing to her, and she scraped it off my finger with her teeth.

“When are you going to show me the pictures?” she asked. She’d nestled her head on my shoulder, lids heavy, fingers tracing the lines of my tattoo.

“Not tonight.” She tipped her head up and pressed her lips together in protest. I pulled a damp curl from her neck, twisting it between my fingers. That pout wasn’t going to work. “I want to save them.”

 “That seems awfully selfish.”

“Maybe,” I smiled. Truth be told, I didn’t want to look at them with her over my shoulder. I’d shot enough women to know she’d pick out every flaw and demand I deleted the shots she hated. No fucking way. We were looking for two totally different things out of this photo shoot. Leah would want to look perfect, and I wouldn’t show her those photos until I could make her understand her imperfections were beautiful. “I’ll know when the time is right.”

“Fine.” She pushed her hand against my chest but lay back down. Her curls tickled my neck. “That was the best photo shoot I’ve ever done.”

“Me too.”

Leah picked her head back up. “Liar. I’ve seen your stuff.”

I kissed the top of her head. “And it’s the best photo shoot I’ve ever done.”

She sighed. “So I’ve made a decision. I’m definitely not wearing panties to any more photo shoots, effective now.”

I chuckled. “I’m on board with that idea.” Another kiss. “As long as I can be your official photographer.”

“Deal.”

If only. I looked over at the clock. Midnight. Fuck.

Tomorrow was here, and there was nothing I could do to stop it from stealing Leah away from me.