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through the images on the tiny digital screen, except for the few where she blinked, they were perfect.
    “Well?”
    “Sorry, slick.” Shaking his head, he lied, “Not so good.”
    She slumped with a frown. “I told you I wasn’t photogenic.”
    “Ya know what? Try standing by the bar.”
    She complied with a forced pose, jutting her hip and tilting her head this way and that. “How do you want me?”
    Bent over. “Put your palms on the counter and lean forward.” He stepped behind her to adjust the angle of her chin. Pulled back her shoulders. “Wow. You’re tense.”
    “Am I?”
    “Yeah.” With one hand, he pinpointed the knots at the base of her slender neck. “Here. And here.” She went limp and dropped her head to her chest. The deeper he rubbed the louder she groaned. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
    “Hurts in a good way. Don’t stop. Oooh…yeah. That feels good.”
    Her head rolled back, face relaxed, eyes shut, lips parted, and it took all Adam’s effort not to kiss her. Instead, he slipped one hand in his front pants pocket to trigger the wireless remote and stole a few images of them together. With the flash turned off and the music drowning out the snicker of the shutter, Misty didn’t even notice.
    “If you ever give up photography you can be a masseuse.”
    “I’ll never give up photos. Ever. But I’d definitely give you a massage if you let me.”
    “Promise?” She glanced over her shoulder through a fan of dark lashes.
    “Trust me. Massaging you is one promise I’d never break. But it’s time for work. We can play later.” Although he didn’t want to leave the closeness of Misty’s warm body, he didn’t want to miss the call of his muse.
    “Let’s play now and skip the photos altogether.” She caught his forearm but he slipped away behind the camera.
    “Wait a sec. I gotta change memory cards.”
    “Already? You took that many pictures of me?”
    “Stuff from the whole day are on it too, not just of you,” he lied seamlessly as he traded the full card of Misty-shots for an empty one. “Maybe after we finish the headshots you’ll let me take a few more for fun?”
    She cocked her head in scrutiny. “What’s that mean?”
    “Glamour shots. Women come to the studio all the time for ’em.”
    “Hmmm…maybe. If I can have some more champagne.”
    “You can have all the champagne your little heart desires. But first you should eat something.” He guided her to the table set for two, pulled out her chair, then lifted the silver cover on the tray.
    Adam wasted no time wolfing down everything on his plate while Misty picked at the asparagus tips.
    He aimed his knife at her untouched medallion of beef. “You can’t have any pudding if you don’t eat your meat.”
    “I’m full.”
    “Nice try.” He pulled her plate closer to dice the fillet then speared a tiny piece with the fork and held it to her lips.
    “I can do it myself.” She reached for the utensil in his hand.
    “I’ll do it.” Adam retracted his arm. “I mean, I’d like to do it for you, if you don’t mind.”
    With a coy smile, she accepted the glistening sliver of beef between her incisors and devoured it with a feline purr of delight. “Yummm,” she hummed then flicked out her tongue for more.
    Piece after piece, he never broke eye contact longer than it took to find the next morsel, all the while longing to fill her with his own prime meat. It would be more than a mouthful. He hoped she could handle it.

Chapter Five
    “A girl could get used to this kind of TLC. Don’t spoil me or you’ll never get rid of me.” Misty licked the marinade from her lips.
    “I have every intention of keeping you, Misty Morningside. Now that I have you, I’m not letting you go. Ever.” Hunger radiated from his gaze as if she were the next course.
    Heat crept into her cheeks at his soulful secret that stole her breath. She dodged the last bite on the fork and swooped in for a first kiss but he