Damn. He looked like a boss.
“And this is sexy.” He sat up and leaned back, spread his legs wider—highlighting the unmistakable bulge in his pants—and lifted his shirt to reveal his rippled abs while turning his head to the side.
Holy guacamole, sweet baby Jesus.
If Rafa was going for lust and desire, he’d certainly accomplished that—and then some. Miri pressed her legs together as her mind cycled through dirty thoughts.
Of her licking those smooth abs.
Nestling in between those thick thighs.
Rafa taking her on that giant stone. Making love to her.
“Your turn,” he said, moving away from the rock and jerking her back to real life.
They switched places again and Miri mimicked the same “badass” pose that Rafa had just demonstrated.
“No, that’s the wayIwould do it. Show me thatDr. Miriam Jacobsis a badass.”
Miri thought to herself for a moment.Dr. Miriam Jacobs is a badass, she repeated over and over in her head.WWCMD?
She climbed on top of the slab and took a wide-leg stance, folded her arms, and tilted her chin up ever so slightly.
“Yes! Yes! Hold that pose,” he said, rushing to grab his camera and taking a few snaps. “Now try something else.”
She considered her options, then crouched down with one knee touching the stone top and one bent up, resting her forearm on the bent leg. “Perfect,” he said, taking another snap. “Try another.”
She scanned the area, then hopped down from the table and walked around to the backside. She bent over the table, placed her palms on the surface like a boss in a boardroom, and stared straight on at Rafa.
“Fucking incredible. You’re a natural.”Snap! Snap!
“Oh yeah? Second career in modeling?” she joked. “So long as no one ever sees my test shots, that is.”
“The test shots were fine. You were just trying too hard.”
“You think? Well, how about this?” she asked, climbing again onto the stone table and slowly crawling across it toward Rafa. Time to see if she could master sexy after Rafa’s instruction.
Snap!
“Relax your face a little. You almost look angry.”
“How about this?” Miri laid on the boulder, curling her legs to the side yet arching her back, and tilted her head to look back at Rafa with sweet, innocent eyes.
“Here, wait,” he said, climbing atop the stone and standing straight above her. He pointed the camera down at her face as he hovered. Miri turned her head and stared into the camera, searching through the lens for Rafa. Wanting him. Wanting him to want her.
Miri bit her lip as she lowered her eyelids yet never allowed her eyes to leave the camera.
Snap!
He lowered himself to her level, kneeling in front of her. “Let’s try a few more natural photos,” he said, his voice now soft and quiet. “Here, sit up.”
Taking his hand, she raised herself up and sat in front of him. “Am I still not getting sexy right?”
He gave a slight chuckle, then snapped another photo, this time without her posed. “No, Pringles. That’s not it.”
She looked straight into the lens as if staring through the glass was looking through a window to his soul. “Then what is it?”
“These pictures…they’re for me.”Snap!
