I rubbed my thighs together and grabbed the box of strawberries. When I backed up to close the fridge, my ass collided with Zack’s lap.
He gasped and steadied my hips. “Careful,” he said, his breath steaming across my skin. How did he manage to be so hot at all times?
I plucked a strawberry from the carton and rolled it across my lips. “Want one?”
He squeezed my waist. “After.”
After.So, he planned to stick around after this. I couldn’t decide if I was miffed or impressed that he managed to defer the temptation of a little treat. At least I knew he wouldn’t sell me out for something stupid like a pair of Zeezy’s. Instead, he’d help me get what I needed.
I sunk my teeth into the fruit and sucked on its sweetness until the tang turned sharp. Zack’s hand flexed against my hips. This was infinitely more sensual than anything I’d do with my feet.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Trying to get in the mood for your shoot?”
“No need. It’s like choreography.” I dropped the leafy top of the berry in the trash, then bent over to place one of the squishier fruits in the center of a floor tile.
He made some kind of strangled noise in the back of his throat.
Was he uncomfortable with this? I straightened up, and he adjusted the front of his pants.
Oh.He was uncomfortable, just not the way I expected. Tight pants and all that.
I pulled the knot of my towel-dress and rubbed my thighs together. “Sorry, I’m not usually naked when I do these.”
He glanced at the bathroom door, his face beet red. “I can grab your clothes.”
“No need.” We might not want clothes after this. Better get it over with and see if we’d take that next step. I aimed my camera at my feet and rolled the berry with my toes. “I like to soften up the fruit first if it’s not already there. Clients like this love a jam effect, especially if it’s vibrant.”
“Makes sense.” He moved behind the island, most likely to hide his growing interest.
His shadow cast over my feet.
I bit my lip and stepped back.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re in my light.”
“Oh, sorry.” He shuffled aside.
I jerked my chin. “Come to this side. You can stand by me.”
“I intend to.” He smiled, and my heart fluttered.
We could do this.
“Do you want to use my phone for another angle?” He rummaged through his pocket as he walked over.
“No thanks. One is good.” But I did appreciate the offer. “Now, quiet on the set.” I winked and nudged him with my hip.
“Bossy.” He squeezed my shoulder, and I began filming with the reassurance of his warm palm on my skin.
This part was easy–even easier with someone who cared beside me. I zoomed in on the fruit and caressed it with mytoes. Each indented seed on its skin was a light exfoliant. An opportunity. I rolled the fruit under the ball of my foot, then my heel, back and forth to my toes.
Zack kneaded my shoulder–as if this was hard work, as if he respected it. Or maybe he just wanted to reassert his place in my life while I worked for a client. His thumb rolled into a knot by my neck.
I resisted the urge to moan and lean into his touch. This was work. Pleasure would come later.
I squished the berry between my toes with a soft squelch. Juice bubbled to its surface, a sweet, vibrant red.
