“It is. Expensive too.” He smiles but says through his teeth, “Don’t drop it.”
I laugh. “Never.”
“You want to keep it steady.” He moves behind me to nudge my feet shoulder-width apart. “Easier said than done, but balance helps.”
“Do I look through the viewfinder?”
“Nah, we’ll use the display.” From behind, he cups his hand around mine, lifting the camera to my face. “Fill the screen as much as possible with your subject.”
“You.”
“Yes, me.” His tone is serious, authoritative. “Touch the shutter button, but don’t push it.”
I do, and he rests his index finger over mine.
“If you press it halfway,” he says, demonstrating, “it’ll focus your shot. You know what you want me to do?”
“Yes. Take the tie.”
He pulls it from my neck, and it slithers over my breasts. My hairs stand on end. “You ready?” he asks in my ear.
My goosebumps get goosebumps. I shiver, nodding.
“Your hands are shaking a little,” he says. “That’s normal, especially with a piece of equipment half your size.” When he flattens a hand on my stomach, his fingertips graze my pubic bone. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”
I inhale through my nose.
“Do that when you take the picture. It’ll help steady your hands.”
I’m comforted—and a touch more aroused. “You’re a better teacher than you think,” I say because it’s true, but I’m also hoping to tempt him into another round. I haven’t forgotten his comment about roleplaying.
“We’ll see, won’t we?” He stands in front of the camera. “Where do you want me?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, looking him over. Since his face won’t be in it, I need details. “Roll up your sleeves.”
He undoes each cuff, folding them up while his eyes stay on me. “Next?”
“Wrap each end of your tie around your hands.” I frame the picture from his shirt pocket to under his belt buckle. He fists the tie as if he’s about to blindfold me or tie me up, then pulls it taut. The strength in his forearms is evident. They’re bronze and veiny, just as I knew they’d be. I make sure to get them in the shot. When I press the button gently, the lens focuses, and I snap the picture. I take a few more for good measure, then lower the camera. “Got it.”
He half smiles, takes the camera from me, and checks my work. “Only one is blurry. Good job.”
I straighten my back with his feedback. “Thanks.”
“Your turn.” We trade places. “Show me everything and nothing, Hals.”
Standing before him, I lift my dress by the hem, positioning both hands in the middle to keep anything good hidden. I stop above the tops of my stockings.
“You take direction better than I give it,” Finn murmurs. He squats in front of me, inches from my pussy. Inches from the dull ache he promised to satisfy.
My heart beats in my stomach. It was all fun and games a minute ago, but now I’m reminded Finn has suspended me in a state of arousal. Suddenly, nothing seems more important than relief. “Finn?”
“I know, just a couple more,” he says from behind the camera. “I’m coming.”
“I’mnot.”
He shows his face to smirk at me. “I’m going to upload these. Go wait for me in the bedroom.”
I pout. “Upload me first. Do them later.”
