Play With Me(18)

“Really?” She glanced down at her modest outfit, which did a good job of hiding her flaws and emphasizing some of her assets, like her boobs. She always went for the cleavage. But naked? Naked and incredible were two words she wouldn’t have thought to string together when referring to her appearance.

She didn’t hate her body, but she sure as hell didn’t live in some denial-warped bubble where she convinced herself she looked as good as their regular models. Lucky for her, plenty of men enjoyed generous curves and a woman who wasn’t ashamed of them.

Eve stopped short when she caught sight of the studio changes from yesterday. The couch had been removed and replaced with a bed. A big king-size whopper, covered in red silk sheets. Small tables were added to the side, and one of Chase’s erotic prints hung above the headboard. She could imagine between Chase’s skill with the camera and his computer software, the photos would look like they’d been taken in a private bedroom versus a photo studio.

“C’mon, don’t get nervous on me now.” Murphy pulled her closer to the set scene and let go of her hand a couple of feet from the wrought-iron footboard.

The bed looked incredibly heavy, and she wondered where it had come from. All the times she’d peeked in on their shoots, she’d never once seen this scene.

“You like it?” Murphy motioned to the furniture setup. “I found this at an estate sale not too far back, and we’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.” He bent over the partition sectioning off the studio and pulled up a coil of black rope. With a wide grin on his face, he made his way back to her. “I think you are the perfect woman to christen this beauty.”

A wave of emotion rolled through her at being their first at anything. “It’s exquisite. I’d love to have a bed like that in my place.” Absentmindedly she reached for the iron and brushed her fingers across the cool metal curve. Tracing the patterns of the ironwork like she would a potential lover.

“An estate sale?” She couldn’t picture him scouring through estate and attic sales looking for treasures. But it made sense given their profession. Not every client wanted the traditional dungeon or industrial scene. And they certainly aimed to please.

“Take off your clothes, Eve.” His quiet demand flashed through her quick and hot. Getting lost in her thoughts about decorating, she’d momentarily forgotten why she was here. She turned away from the bed and faced him fully. She’d already bought into the assignment, and they’d seen everything she had yesterday, so there wasn’t a reason in the world to be shy today. One button at a time she revealed more and more of her skin, and in a way, of herself. If this last day of shooting was all she’d ever have, then she’d damn sure squeeze every ounce out of it that she could.


Staring into Murphy’s eyes, she watched them darken in appreciation as she swiftly removed her shirt. She’d gone for a shelf bra that merely hugged the undercurve of each breast and left her nipples uncovered and available. As much as she might like to blame the fact her nipples were already hard on the temperature of the room, they probably both knew better.

“Mmm. It’s a shame we have to take that off. But I’m going to remember that sexy bra, ’cause I’m going to want to see that again.” Eve lifted her arms and unclasped the hook and eye fasteners behind her back and let the lacy garment fall away. As much as she wanted to see more of Murphy in the future, she knew enough to take everything he said with a grain of salt. Some of it had to be about the scene.

“Do you have something specific you want me to wear for today?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. But we’ll save that surprise for later.” His gaze traveled down the plane of her body, from her face all the way to the tips of her toes. “I really do like those shoes though, so let’s keep those on. Unless Chase says something else, those are staying on.” The corners of her lips curved into a small smile. He had no idea how much that pleased her. What more could a shoe fetishist ask for?

She reached behind her once again and unzipped the long, slim skirt she’d worn. With a couple of tugs, the fabric pooled at her feet, and she softly stepped away from the garment. When she bent to retrieve it, hot hands touched the bared flesh of her ass.

“Holy shit, woman. You really don’t make it easy to keep a mind on the job, do you? A G-string and those f*cking shoes? I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Eve couldn’t speak or move. The rough feel of his big, strong hands stroking her backside robbed her of breath. Whatever happened, she desperately didn’t want him to stop. In slow motion, he pushed a couple of fingers under the skimpy fabric and peeled it down her legs all the way to the floor.

“Step out,” he instructed. Eagerly, she complied. Free of the lingerie, she moved to stand, and a firm hand at the back of her waist held her in the bent-over position. “Uh-uh. Not yet.”

Eve stilled and held her breath. There was something insanely arousing about standing vulnerable and open to a man like this. Especially one as dominant as Murphy. The weight of his hand holding her down might as well have been him touching her clit for the pleasure it gave her. He stroked down her flank and the back of her thighs, sending heat and fire streaking to her cunt. Before she could recover her wits, both hands grabbed the flesh of her globes and spread her backside apart.

“Spread your legs.” A booted foot nudged at her ankle. Eve moved her feet to a wider stance, opening herself even farther. The leg Murphy had wedged between her thighs moved deeper until the fabric of his pants nudged at her *. She gasped and dug her teeth into her bottom lip. It was too soon to beg. Based on what she’d heard in Chase’s office, there’d be no relief to the burning need now swelling her clit.