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recording video.”
    “Video?” Misty jumped off the mattress, out of range of the lens. Overheated by his stealthy camera-play, she didn’t know whether to be enraged…or excited. “What do you mean video ?”
    “It takes stills and video. Cool, right?”
    “You’re kidding.” She circled the tripod in search of the Off switch but it was positioned too high.
    “Don’t you dare touch it.”
    “You’re lucky I don’t break it.”
    “I’ve been adjusting the tripod all night. How did you not know it was on?”
    “I thought you were neurotic about your stuff. I didn’t know you were a pervert.”
    “Pervert—why? ’Cause I want a keepsake of my night with most beautiful woman in the world?”
    His words sounded too good to be true. If he were any other guy she’d be immune to the sweet talk, but this was Adam. She’d waited all her life for a moment in his arms.
    “You should’ve told me.”
    “You’re right. I should’ve.” He wiped his hands on his balled up undershirt before turning the camera off. “It’s not like I’m gonna do anything with it other than think of you when I watch it. Why else would I record it?”
    Misty shrugged.
    “I was really hoping you’d watch it with me one day.”
    “I dunno.” Her cheeks got hot at the idea of watching herself in action with Adam. “It feels…wrong.”
    “Here.” He handed her the bottle. “Drink some more champagne until it feels right.”
    “There isn’t enough alcohol in the whole world to get me so drunk I’d say yes to making a sex video.”
    “That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to freak out.” He stroked the strands of hair framing her face then planted a kiss on her forehead. “I didn’t do it to hurt you.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Did you at least enjoy it?”
    “Of course.”
    “Are you going to think about it when you go home?”
    “Yes.”
    “Well, now you can watch it and remember how good it felt.”
    To avoid his soulful eyes, and so he couldn’t see the truth in hers, she buried her face in his chest, titillated by the idea of being his subject—like the girls under the bleachers in high school.
    “But, I have to be honest with you.” His voice dropped an octave. “There’s another reason why recorded us.”
    Misty took a step back, bracing herself for a low blow, like he was broadcasting it live or something equally disturbing.
    “If, by some chance this was our only time together, at least I’d have the video to hold on to. The picture in my wallet is kinda faded.” He opened a panel on the camera and pulled out the memory card. “But if it bothers you, I’ll delete it.”
    She shook her head. “You can put it back in the camera and turn it on.”
    Adam gave her a sideways glance. “Really?”
    She nodded and adjusted her long hair to cover her breasts, hiding what she could before slipping into his white dress shirt.
    “Stop.” He raised his palm and she froze. “Would you mind if I take a few shots of you just like that?”
    She agreed without hesitation, warming to the idea of getting what she’d wished for—being his muse. After the intimacy they already shared, there was no reason to feel self-conscious but she did.
    “Sit in the chair.” He came around the tripod to pose her: draped her hair over one shoulder, crossed her legs, opened the shirt wide. His gaze latched onto her exposed breasts. “Such beauties should never be covered.”
    “Wait.”
    “No.” He filled his hands with her flesh. Massaged them. Caressed them with the gentle stroke of fingers across each tip, then tasted one while fondling the other. “I’ve waited long enough,” he murmured against her skin. “We both have.”
    Her eyelids fluttered shut as she savored his sweet suckling. Weak knees parted as if her sex had a mind of its own and she wrapped her legs around him.
    Damn, this sinful man, his magnificent mouth, his camera fetish . She’d do anything for Adam Wright for more