Chapter 5
"Do you wax?" He looks past the bed to where I'm sitting in an oversized leather chair.
It's an intimate question but given the fact that I signed my body away to him yesterday, it's useless to try and play coy at this point. "I do."
"Brazilian? French?" He tips his head towards my skirt.
"Brazilian," I blush. "I like the way it feels."
His brow cocks at my response as he runs his hand over the white sheet he just placed on the king size bed. "Are your tits real?"
My arms jump across my chest in subconscious defense. "They're real," I whisper. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I'm in the bedroom of a hot-as-hell guy who is once again almost naked and nothing is going to happen other than him taking a few pictures of my body. I'm going to need to find a man to f*ck after this is over.
"Take off your clothes." He doesn't shift his gaze from the camera that's now in his hands as he barks the order in my direction.
I stand and slip my feet out of my heels. "I thought we could ease into this, Noah."
"Alexa," he pauses briefly. "I've seen it all before. Let's get moving before we lose all our natural light."
I stare absentmindedly at the windows of his condo. There's nothing shuttering the light at all. "You don't have any blinds or curtains," I say it aloud even though I meant to keep the statement to myself.
"I like the city." He glances towards the ceiling to floor windows. "I like how authentic the world is without any masks."
"I thought you were just lazy," I mutter in response, half hoping that he doesn't hear me.
"Clothes off, Alexa." He pushes his jeans to the ground and his almost erect cock once again springs into full view. I've seen this man naked more in the past few days than most men I've been involved with.
"Why are you naked?" I ask before my brain can process how senseless the question is. Why do I care whether he's naked? It's a bonus. A very welcome, perfectly shaped, and super-size bonus.
"I work better without constraints." His voice lacks any emotion at all. Obviously when he's in the zone, he's firmly planted there and that's the end of that. "You're wasting my time. Get out of your clothes now."
If he was so eager to get me in the raw because he was going to f*ck my brains out I'd be all over it, but the fact that he's pushing me so he can capture my nude body on a memory card is much less appealing. Why am I doing this? Is five thousand dollars really worth this?
I pull the navy sweater I'm wearing over my head as my eyes trail a path behind him. His firm, round ass is right there. I can almost reach out and grab it. I close my eyes to chase away thoughts of my nails digging into it as he's buried in my body taking me to the very edge of pleasure. I've never had a cock that size inside of me. I've never wanted a cock as much as I want his, or him. Whatever, Alexa. You're here for a job, so just do it.
I push my gaze down to my pencil skirt as I pull the side zipper down. I step out of it just as the room fills with the low sound of classical music. Great, he's a Beethoven buff who likes to work in the buff. I don't look up as I unhook the front clasp of my bra and then quickly push my white lace panties to the floor. This is it. Your mother would be so freaking proud of you right now, Alexa. She did warn you about strangers but you never listen to her.
"F*ck me, Alexa." The low growl of his voice instantly pours into me. "Christ, you're gorgeous."
I pull in a heavy breath before I look at him. His cock has sprung to full attention and I briefly wonder if I can void our agreement and just sit on his lap right here and right now. "What now?" I sound anxious. It makes sense given the fact that my heart is beating so wildly in my chest that I can't help but wonder if the people in the apartment below him can hear the rhythmic pounding of it.
"Get on the bed." He points to the middle of the bed and I settle myself there, unsure of anything else.
"Like this?" I ask tentatively. I wish I could redo the past day. When he'd handed me the non-disclosure agreement and contract stating that I gave him free rein to take as many images as he wants, I saw it as an adventure I'd likely never get the chance to partake in again. Now, I just feel awkward and uncomfortable.
"Lay back." He moves to the side of the bed and gently guides my shoulder down. "Just relax. I'm going to take a few test shots for lighting."
I nod in agreement and push my back into the bed, before I pull my hands over my stomach. I desperately want to cover my breasts but it will do little good. My entire, nude body is on full display and he's focused intently on his camera. I hear the distinctive sound of the shutter clicking as he takes one image after another before studying the results.
"The lighting is just right." He leaps onto the bed in one swift movement. "You need to relax." He peers out from behind the camera to lock eyes with me.
That's much easier said than done. I'm sprawled out completely exposed on his bed while he towers over me with his dick bobbing madly in the air in response to every single movement he makes.
"I'm trying," I whisper through clenched teeth. If I can just stop looking at him, I'll be able to focus on the task at hand. I can't think about sex. I can't think about coming. I can't think about anything but posing for him.
"When's the last time you were f*cked, Alexa?"
Well, hell. Now what?