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Jack’s voice was low, intimate even in the large studio, soothing against the click of his camera’s shutter.

Samantha closed her eyes, trying to forget she was naked under the sheet. Click. “I met this guy at a bar, in college. And he took me to bed. It was the boldest thing I’ve ever done.” Click.

She heard Jack’s footsteps coming closer. “I’m going to move the sheet.”

He pulled the sheet down off her left shoulder, exposing her breast. The fabric bunched and teased between her legs, a cool, smooth bare weight like a feathery lover’s kiss, leaving a fierce ache. She had to remind herself to hold still. Click.

Jack was still standing close; she could feel the warmth of him against her skin. “Did he make you come?”

“Ohhh, yes.” She heard him curse softly. Jack slid the sheet off her other breast, this time allowing his hand to follow so his fingers trailed over her, brushing her nipple. She shivered and arched toward him.

“So it was perfect, emotionless sex.” Jack’s words came out husky. “And that’s what you want from me? All I can say is, you can’t protect yourself from the unexpected.”

Samantha opened her eyes to his smoldering gaze. “I’ll take that risk.”