Enthralled (Dark Passions) by Sarah Bailey Page B

you, it’s about both of us. We’re
both in the moment, getting each other off. But when I go down on you, it’s
about your private pleasure. Your innermost desires. You get lost in your
deepest, most intimate fantasies, and I want to see you there. I want to be
able to watch you there, share that part of you.”
     
      
He slowly rubbed his thumb along my lower lip, and my whole body quivered. He
leaned his head towards mine, brushed his lips against my ear and whispered,
“Will you share that with me, Mel? Let me watch your beautiful face writhe with
pleasure whenever it pleases me?” He slid his hands along my waist, and grabbed
my hips in his strong, possessive grip, nudging me closer to him. The look he
gave me was unbearably scorching, and I felt my sex clench hungrily. When he
was this close to me, his sensual, eager mouth hovering inches from mine, his
hard, muscular chest pressed up against me, I couldn’t think straight. Only one
relentless thought pounded through my head, over and over. I had to have him.
Now. At any cost.
     
      
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll do it.” Bradley grinned at me and nibbled at my lower
lip. I moaned, and fastened my mouth over his. His tongue slid seductively over
mine, tasting me, teasing me, making me whimper against his mouth.
     
      
“Alright, lovebirds. Let’s break it up for a sec. We need to get the portrait
done first,” said Andy, with a smile in his voice. “That lace dress is highly
becoming, Melanie. And the fur shawl is exquisite. It really suits you.”
     
      
“Bradley picked it out,” I said, smiling to myself.
     
      
“Well your man has a good eye,” Andy said. “The outfit is outrageously sexy,
yet elegant. Exuberance with refinement and class. Is it fair to say your man
knows you quite well?” he asked, his eyes twinkling behind his tortoise shell
eyeglasses.
     
      
I bit my lip and looked at Bradley out of the corner of my eye. His expression
was full of anticipation. “It would seem so, yes,” I said, and Bradley’s face
filled with delight.
     
      
“I told you right from the start. I have a discerning eye,” he said.
     
      
Andy chuckled, and then set me up on the red couch for the portrait. When he
was done, I asked him if I could see the photos. “My dear,” he said, “This is
the seventies. We’re not in the digital age yet. I’m going to have to develop
these.”
     
      
“Why wouldn’t Bradley just bring you a digital camera?” I asked.
     
      
Andy looked at me gravely and said, “Bradley may be from the future, but this
is the late seventies, and I’m not going to muck around with things that
haven’t been invented yet. Let’s just say I’m superstitious that way.” His brow
furrowed, and then he added, “And I don’t want to hear anything more about the
future. That’s another rule. Agreed?”
     
      
“Agreed,” I said, giving him a serious nod. Then I looked at him with curiosity
and asked, “How are you shooting, um, Blow Job , or whatever we’re
calling this?”
    He
threw back his head in a laugh, and ran his hand through his thick shock of
platinum hair. “16mm film, of course. I’m shooting at 24 frames per second.
When we’re done, I’ll go back to the studio to develop it, then bring it back
here and project it for you.”
     
      
I could feel the color draining from my face. “That’s a lot of work. How much
exactly is Bradley paying you?”
     
      
Andy grinned and said, “Let’s just say he’s really making this worth my while.”
     
      
I shot Bradley a look of alarm. He was once again leaning casually against the
door, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes twinkling. “You’re worth every penny,” he
said, giving me a crooked smile.
     
      
Andy took his place behind his camera and said, “Okay, kids. Whenever you’re
ready.”
     
      
Bradley casually straightened himself and slowly slinked towards me, his eyes
devastatingly sexy, and never straying