Capture Me: Alpha Billionaire Romance (Hollywood Dreams) (14 page)

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Instead of taking the picture right away, he leaned in and traced his tongue around my nipple. It tightened against his mouth. I tipped my head back as tingles went down my arms.

He pulled away and cleared his throat. “Makes for a much better picture.”

“Oh, I’m sure it does,” I purred.

He pulled the corset down until my right breast was also exposed. “Wouldn’t want it to feel left out.” He smirked.

“Of course not.” My tongue slid over my bottom lip.

Liam kissed around where the white flesh met my dark nipple before taking it into his mouth again. Shivers ignited through me every time he flicked his tongue. I moaned when he reached up and caressed my other breast.

My head jerked back as an intense wave of pleasure shot through me. With my nipple still in his mouth, he moaned, and the vibration gave me goosebumps, setting my insides on fire.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “If you’re trying to get me to relax, it’s not working very well.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I’m going for a different look.”

“Turned on?” My lids hooded over. “How am I doing?”

“Fucking nailed it.” He leaned in and kissed me. A little more than a peck, but he held back from what I knew he was capable of doing. Maybe he wanted to respect me after everything I’d been through.

Definitely unnecessary. I didn’t want that kind of respect. No, I wanted him to break all the rules when it came to him and me.

I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him against me. His mouth opened in shock and I bit his bottom lip, just hard enough to make him buck against me. I moaned against his lips as his hardness brushed against my heated mound.

After the moment it took him to get over the surprise, he cupped his hands around my thighs and pulled my ass to the edge of the couch. “So now you’re ready for me to lie down for a few shots?”

“It’s good to change position.” With his hands still on my upper thighs, he kissed me again, pulling my hips into his as he grinded against me.

I moaned into his mouth as we moved. Though we both had layers of clothing between us, it didn’t taper the heat and thrill that continued to build. This was so much better than the fantasies I’d allowed myself, and definitely a promising start to something amazing.

Liam grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to kiss down my neck, my chest, one nipple, then the other—all while he continued to move against my clit.

I whimpered and moaned and my hands started to tingle. I dug my nails into his back as he began to move his hips in a delicious, pussy-wetting circle. With every rotation, my legs tensed with the sensation.

It was so hot.

He was so hot.

And I had him right where I wanted him.

“Yes, Tessa.” Liam pressed himself against me harder, moving faster, making me gasp. “That’s it. Feel me.”

“I . . . feel you. Oh, damn.” My body began to shake and he covered my mouth with his.

I moaned as his tongue met mine, and as I dug my nails into his back, my body felt as though it would explode.

I screamed with pleasure as I kissed him hard. The next wave hit me, then the next, until my body sagged against the couch. The expensive leather felt cool against my heated skin and I was thankful Liam had such expensive taste.

“That . . . was amazing,” I moaned. “My panties are soaked now, thanks to you.”

“Are they?” Liam kissed his way down the corset. He sat back on his heels, slid a hand across my inner thigh, and traced his thumb across the thin material of my thong. My body jerked when he brushed against my throbbing clit. I sucked in a breath in anticipation as he hooked the thong with his finger. “Beautiful,” he said as he leaned in.

I moaned as he slowly drew his tongue across.

“You taste amazing.” He flicked his tongue and lapped me up. “I could get addicted to you.”

I grabbed a handful of his hair. It fell between my fingers as he kissed and licked. “You’re going to make me—oh, oh!”

He flicked his tongue.

I bucked my hips.

And then I came hard and fast.

After my body finally relaxed from the second orgasm, I sighed. “That was incredible.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” My body jolted in surprise as he pulled my hips back to him. “We’re just getting started.”

CHAPTER 23

Liam

I could still taste Tessa on my lips.

Ever since we first kissed, I couldn’t get her out of my head. But now that I’d tasted her, it was official.

I was addicted.

The way her legs naturally parted for me; inviting, wanting, I couldn’t get enough.

I ran my hand across the smooth, white leather of the couch. Damn did Tessa look good in white, laying on white, and here inside my studio so willing to be pleased.

I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a sign. I hadn’t consciously put her in white because of the whole ICE issue, but maybe I should take it as another sign that I was meant to be with her.

That she could be the saving grace to anchoring me to this country I so dearly loved.

We’d have to put her in something with fewer wardrobe malfunctions. Every time I pictured her nipple slipping out, my dick went rock hard and it took every bit of willpower to not look at her pictures for the tenth time today.

I didn’t want to move the couch from the main studio area after last night but I had a shoot scheduled with Paisley in ten minutes and there was no way I would take a single picture of her sitting on it. No, that was Tessa’s couch now. Part of me wanted to bubble wrap the thing. Then an image of Tessa lying there with her legs spread popped back into my head and my cock twitched again.

It was settled: I would move the chaise into my office.

I stepped through the curtain and walked over to the main clothing rack. I thumbed through the corsets, checking my stock. The last thing I wanted was to double up on a piece that another model had already worn, but until I added a few more, all I had left were underbusts.

I pulled out a steampunk halter with a row of buckles down the front. The leather strap hooked just beside the breast, looped around the back of the neck, and fastened at the other breast. Perfect to lift and separate. Given that corsets were made to bring in the midsection, it accentuated the hips and—of course—the breasts.

Gray pinstripes broke up the solid black material of the bodice, giving it a nice sophisticated edge. I pulled out fishnet hose and a shirt to match. No way did I want this to be a topless shoot. Somehow, Paisley would think there was more to it. Definitely didn’t want to dig myself deeper into that hole.

Last night, when Tessa asked for some of her images to be for my viewing only, I had no problem. She had seen my studio wall, and though always tasteful, some of my shots were part or fully nude.

Sure, I’d slept with a number of models, but that wasn’t the point of me doing this.

Especially not with her. There was more to it than just a quick fuck.

Way more to it.

Hell, I didn’t want to photograph Tessa just to make sure we didn’t mix money and enjoyment. It was a blurry line and I didn’t want things to get lost in translation.

I pushed back the row of corsets and hung the steampunk set on the end for Paisley—who I very much needed to make things clear with that there was a separation between business and anything else.

And from this point on, there wouldn’t
be
anything else. I was through with sticking my prick in Paisley.

CHAPTER 24

Liam

I nearly dropped the framed print when the wind caught the studio door and slammed it shut.

I spun around.

“Paisley.” It was the only thing that I could say right about then. Her appearance startled me more than the wind catching my front door. Looking at her down the long hallway of edited photographs of gorgeous women and perfect poses really framed this sight of her into perspective.

Paisley shuffled toward me.

Her usual sleek black hair was unruly, the ends frizzed out, telling the story that it probably had not been combed in two days. She’d missed the middle button on her wrinkled top, giving a clear show of her boobs, since she wore no bra. Her dark nipples shone through the white material, and as she gave me a side smile, I swore I saw lipstick on her teeth.

This was the worst I’d ever seen her.

“I’d like to sit down for a minute before we start. The subway was especially annoying today. People couldn’t stop staring at me. I told a guy if he was so bent on jacking-off to me to grab the nearest fashion magazine.”

I stared at her, wondering what caused this natural disaster unfolding right in front of me.

“What? I do have a nice spread in there, thanks to you.” She dropped her duffel and suede for a minute before catching herself on the wall. “I really need to sit.”

“Use my bathroom. There’s a chair in there.”

Her eyes lit up because I never let anyone use my bathroom. The last thing I wanted was some model puking over my porcelain to drop weight.

“I’ll go get your outfit for today. Clean up and be out in ten.”

“Sure, sure.”

I wiped my face as I walked through the studio and grabbed the steampunk corset and the fishnet hose. Reminding myself that she did not have a bra, I picked out a gray silk shirt.

I didn’t want to see anyone going through something that knocked them on their ass—not even Paisley—but really, I just wanted to get this shoot over with so I could get back to thinking about Tessa. After Paisley’s incessant phone calls, I’d hoped to let her know today that her services—
all
of her services—would not be needed anymore.

But she seemed way too over the edge to take any of that news today. I didn’t think Paisley even did drugs, so I wasn’t sure what this was all about. She was probably in the middle of one of those cleansing programs.

I went through my office and knocked on my bathroom door. “Paisley? I’m hanging what you’ll be wearing today on the outside of the door.”

Before I could turn to leave, she swung it open. The only thing the girl wore was her lacy g-string. Didn’t matter how often I shot nudes, it felt off when a girl was naked in front of me and it wasn’t for pictures or for pleasure.

“Do you think I look fat?”

Her question nearly glossed past me. “Fat?” There was no way I wanted to muddy the situation with something sweet, nor could I say that anyone with ribs showing didn’t have a chance of looking fat. “You look fine.” I handed her the clothes and kept walking. “See you in ten.”

Half an hour later, Paisley yawned her way into the studio, duffel bag in hand, and I nearly tipped off my stool. Instead of the fishnet hose worn on her legs, she’d ripped out the crotch and stuck her head through and slipped both her arms where the legs were supposed to be. She’d stretched the top over her breasts, tucking what would be the waist under her corset. Her dark nipples poked through for a surprisingly edgy and sexy look—if it wasn’t for her bloodshot eyes, we’d have something to work with. In any other setting, I might have run with it.

“You sure you don’t want to reschedule?” My words pained me, but just the way she swayed on her feet made it clear she wasn’t up for a shoot.

“I’m a professional. I’m here.”

I wanted to tell her that professionals didn’t blow up their employer’s phone with constant calls and messages, but I kept my thoughts to myself. She placed her hand on her stomach and I noticed she hadn’t cinched the corset up all the way.

I blew out a breath. She had to be looking for me to tie it for her. “We’ll get started as soon as you tighten your corset.”

A tear streamed down her cheek. I really didn’t have the patience for her image issues or compliment-fishing expeditions, so I stood and busied myself with one of the lights to give her time to compose herself.

“I can’t believe you can just stand there like that.” She spat the words at me, yet still managed to look hurt. “Saying those things to me, with me in this condition.”

I spread my hands, hopefully as a sign of peace. The last thing I wanted to do was stir the pot of Paisley. I’d already dipped my spoon in there for the last time to know that I never wanted to do it again. “We can reschedule, or I can just call you when I need you to come in again.”
Which would be never
.

She rubbed her face.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out.” I picked up her bag and placed my hand against the row of pinstripes lining the back of the corset.

“No. I—I think I’m pregnant.”

Her bag slipped from my shoulder. It seemed to take forever to travel to the ground. It finally landed with an echoing thud.

The math.

It was like my mind had been programmed to speed calculate the days that had passed since that wild night—the night that it never crossed my mind to slip a condom on before sliding into Paisley.