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without either falling down or turning beet red...everywhere. But hell, Angie didn’t deserve to be treated, as she was a complete incompetent. He might have never worked with her before, well, any photographer before, but she was putting her career on the line. Robert should be kissing her adorable toes.
    Awe, fuck me. If the shoot was going to be in the hot tub, he’d be in a bathing suit, not underwear. “Where do you want me,” he scoffed; trying to act like strutting around half-naked had been an everyday thing for him.
    “Models. Men. They’re all the same,” she muttered, giving him a pointed glare. “Sit on the edge, lean back on your hands, stretching your legs out and look to the left.”
    Okay, he could do that, if his damn hands would stop shaking. Sleepwalking in public was about the only thing that made him nervous. But now he could add being in his underwear and awake to the list. “How’s this?” he asked, unable to look in her direction.
    “Perfect.” Her voice rose. “Just tilt your head down a tad and fixate on something.”
    He concentrated on the clicking noises, and not her circling him like cat ready to pounce. Pounce on him and lap every square inch of his hard cock.
    So far, what little the underwear covered up, had managed remained limp, but if he kept thinking pouncing and lapping thoughts, he’d be in trouble. He controlled his breathing. Never in a million years did he think he’d be praying not to get an erection.
    “Okay, that was good,” she said.
    “Done?” He stiffened his spine as the softness of her tone rolled through his ears, sending shock waves to places that should be left alone. The blood in his veins raced to the tip of his cock.
    “Lie down on the side and dangle one foot and hand in the water,” she said.
    “You’re kidding,” he whispered.
    “Nope.” She fiddled with her camera, changing lenses. “Lift the other arm and rest her head on your hand.”
    Awkwardly, he did as instructed. The water felt warm against his skin and the bubbles from the jets tickled. The sun didn’t help his heightened awareness of the women climbing up on the side of the hot tub, straddling him, and looking down at him. Mr. Limp jumped. Not a good sign.
    “Close your eyes and just rotate your head toward the water.” She reached down and adjusted the elastic on the already slightly expanded waistband.
    “Please, don’t do that.”
    “Just relax. Pretend we’re at the beach. You don’t get hard-on’s there, do you?”
    “Not since I was twelve.”
    “You’re doing great,” she said in a soft, reassuring voice. “Focus and this will be over really soon.”
    The rapid clicking noise echoed in his ears in an erotic dance. His body heated and things began to rise.
    “Oh, that is so freaking hot,” Kirk said.
    Oh, thank you gay man. Chad smiled as the tension in his body eased. The clicking continued, and so did Kirk’s ridiculous commentary, but it helped to keep Mr. Limp from turning into Mr. Woody and doing the happy dance for all to see.
    “You like that?” she asked.
    He pried open one eye, squinting against the sun. “Like what?”
    She looked around and jumped from the hot tub, all the while taking his picture. “Him,” she whispered as she bent close to his face.
    “Him who?” He opened both eyes and blinked at her. “Oh, God, no. Not at all.” Blood rushed to his face.
    “Oh, but I like him,” Kirk said, handing her a new camera. “However, I think my chatting is helping him to maintain control over his glorious pecker.”
    “Oh. I see,” she said with a smile. “Guess you don’t have much control around me, do you?”
    Chad groaned as he covered his face with his forearm and rolling his head back toward the hot tub. Would this ever end?
    “Stay just like that,” she said. “These are going to be great. Trust me.”
    For the next twenty minutes, she took pictures and Chad died of embarrassment. Worse, he realized people might actually