Evan focused on the task at hand. He dipped the brush into the chocolate again. The sweet scent of the milk confection combined with her flowery perfume turned him on. He settled close to her and a lock of her hair tickled his cheek.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured. “Relax. It’s just me. I won’t bite.”

Instantly, he did as she’d suggested. He painted two entwined hearts onto her shoulder blade. He fought the urge to kiss her neck. With each stroke of the brush, he remembered why he’d asked her out in the first place. She made him laugh, relax and forget he was a closeted finance nerd.

“That’s good.” The photographer snapped shots of Evan working. “Nice intensity."

Evan’s heart hammered. Intensity? No, this was raw desire in action. Forget the pictures. He wanted to strip Jessie the rest of the way down and nibble every inch of her being.

“Couple more.” The photographer moved the camera closer. “This time, I want to do something a little different.” He strode over to Evan and grabbed the brush. “You paint him. Face him and doodle on him.” He plunked the chocolate paint and brush in Jessie’s hands. “Your arm will cover your chest, but I want to capture the electricity between you two. Trust me, this is going to be a great shot.”

When he walked away, Jessie sighed. Out of interest? Or regret? Evan wasn’t sure.

“Never thought we’d be in this position,” she whispered and grinned. “Where do you want to be painted?”

“Anywhere.” Evan rested his hand on her hip. As long as he was with her, he didn’t care what she did.

Jessie dipped the brush into the thick paint and then swirled the bristles over his pec, taking extra time to cover his nipple. Sizzles shot to his brain and his cock damn near pushed through his zipper. He suppressed a groan in case the photographer heard them.

“Wait.” The photographer doused the main spotlight. “Get on his lap, Jessie. Straddle him. It will look more like lovers playing at home rather than a photo shoot. Okay?”

Jessie covered her chest with her arm and scooted into the required position. Her eyes widened when she sat on the bulge in his pants.

It’s all because of you he wanted to say, but didn’t. Not yet. If he got too forward, she’d probably punch him and with good reason.

She slid her hand between his side and his arm. The position covered her breasts from the glare of the camera lens but gave Evan a great view. Her blush slipped down her cheeks, along her neck and down to the tops of her breasts. Her rosy nipples beaded and he longed to take one into his mouth. Christ, she had nice breasts.

Jessie reapplied the paint to his nipple. She wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“Jess, you need to focus on me so this looks real,” Evan murmured. “You can do it.” He knew she could and would when given a prod.

“One more with a smile and we’re good. Jessie?” The photographer shifted the lighting screens. “One for me?”