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Chapter Seven
    Adam pulled away only to catch his breath. But one glance at Misty’s satiated expression and he knew she was equally hooked on this lust.
    “You look like a sleepy angel. I need a photo of this moment.”
    With heavy lids and a drunken smile, she whispered, “Make it quick.”
    Small talk drowned the noisy mirror click each time he snapped an image of Misty’s porcelain skin, pale eyes, and the waist-length curtain of ebony hair. An exquisite model for his lens.
    “Before I did portraits, I spent years working with my uncle photographing landscapes all over the world,” he rambled. “I’ve never seen a landscape more beautiful than the curves of your body.”
    “I need to stretch.” She arched her back with arms overhead.
    “Go right ahead.” He followed her with the lens. “Just ignore the camera.”
    “Remember that art teacher, Mrs. What’s-Her-Name? She’d only let us use a red crayon. Then the next week an orange crayon. Each week we were allowed only one color.” Misty reflected, sorting through the bottles of body paint from the gift basket. “It took forever to make a rainbow.” She snapped open the red and sniffed. “Mmm. Strawberry.”
    “What’re ya gonna do with it?” Adam egged.
    She shrugged. “I don’t wanna get it on your shirt.”
    “Then take it off.”
    With her smudgy, smoky eye makeup and the web of wild dark hair, she shot him with a cute dirty look over her shoulder. Snap. He captured an image that would make a steamy poster to hang on the ceiling above his bed. It was a good thing he didn’t try kissing her before the headshots because look at her now.
    “Well? Whatcha waiting for? It’s not like I haven’t seen every inch of you. Why ya being so shy?”
    “I can’t talk to you while you’re behind the camera.” She pouted. “Maybe if I had more champagne.”
    “Be right back.”
    When he returned with a fresh bottle from the mini-fridge, she was on the bed, naked, using her body as a canvas, swirling crimson circles between her thighs. Never mind still shots, he needed her on video.
    This time, he asked permission. “Mind if I record you?”
    She sat upon her colored knees, staining the ivory bedspread. “Only if you let me paint you.”
    Adam shook his head and turned on the camera despite her stipulation.
    “Why not?” She dribbled orange paint on her belly and rubbed it around. “It washes off.”
    “I’d rather you paint you and I watch.”
    “Pleeease.” She massaged green on one breast and blue on the other, making his fingers itch to touch her.
    It took all his effort to stand his ground. “Come on, Misty.”
    “I dare you to let me,” she teased with a crooked smile, drawing a line from her bottom lip down between her legs. “I double-dog dare ya.”
    “You skipped over the double-dare.”
    “If you wanna do that…” She nodded to the camera then shot fingers at him like a double gunslinger. “Then let me do this to you.”
    Swaying in deliberation, he hid behind the lens. Although it seemed fun, he’d rather be an observer than a participant.
    “Adam,” she cooed and patted the place beside her. “Come. Let the camera do the work. I want to play with you.”
    Stroking his aching flesh, he recalled how warm and soft it had been inside her mouth and wanted to be there again—better yet buried deep between those luscious thighs painted like an upside-down rainbow. “I’m having fun watching you.”
    “I’ll knock that tripod sideways if you don’t come here.” She flicked the paint in the air, splattering purple on the beige walls. It landed on the camera, fortunately missing the lens.
    “What’s wrong with you?” He wiped away the sticky droplet.
    Flat on her back, bent knees parted, she swirled the kaleidoscope of colors over every inch of skin. “Please, Adam. I need you now before I burst into flames.” Her fingers explored the place he yearned to be.
    What red-blooded man could avoid such an