“I’m sorry.” Sadie wiped at the residual lipstick she knew would be all over her mouth. “For distracting you.”
Roman ran his hands over his own hair. “When’s your next appointment?”
“Not for another hour, why?”
“You’re my last client for the afternoon.” He walked with purpose to the door and pressed the lock.
Was he thinking they might…?
He pulled off his tee, leaving his chest totally bare.
Apparently, he was.
Which was fine, because Sadie was all on board with this turn of events.
Roman undidhis fly as Sadie’s expression went from excited to something else. Something he’d never seen in her before. Something bright, something tender, something—
She removed her blazer, folded it, and laid it on his desk.
That was the last he saw of her eyes, but it didn’t really matter because she moved fast and her tongue was in his mouth in a way that made him forget everything, including who he was, where he was, and why he was there.
He lifted her so his erection pressed against her core. With her legs wrapped around his torso, he held her so she wouldn’t fall—his hands under her ass—and walked toward the white chaise lounge he’d shoved to the side earlier that day.
“You’re not expecting anyone?” she asked against his mouth.
“Just you.”
Sadie was already working his belt buckle.
“Totally sure?” She pulled the belt from his pants so quickly it made aziiiiipsound.
“What’s the rush?” he asked, sliding his hands down her back to her waistband and pulling her blouse free.
“I have clients coming. We have to be fast.” She continued working his pants and boxers down to his thighs, his thickness throbbing as it was released from the confines of the cloth.
This was the best photo shoot he’d ever had.
She practically purred against him, her breasts to his chest.
Well, when she put it like that. He could go fast for her now and deliver slow later, when they weren’t in a professional setting.
“Any special requests?” If they were going for quick, he wasn’t going to mess with totally undressing her.
She pulled off her underwear, kicking them to the side with her heels—which, he’d like to note, she had not removed—and she practically tackled him, urgently pressing her mouth against his, only breaking apart long enough to say, “However you want it.”
Truth was, he’d never had studio sex before. Did she want to do it on the top of the desk or bent over the chaise lounge?
He could lift her ass to the desk and go in from the front, but no, that wouldn’t work. Being a tall guy was not helpful in that department. He’d need a countertop to manage that position.
Making a mental note to try that with her later when they were at her apartment, he trailed his hands along the edge of her skirt, lifting it so it draped high across her thighs.
Sadie giggled.
Against his mouth.
He pushed back just a bit to catch the smile on her lips and the laughter bubbling in her throat. She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth.
And her eyes sparkled. Like he’d handed her an entire bag of Reese’s Pieces with popcorn and a blockbuster movie with excellent cinematography.
