Nadine didn’t pose. She moved—slow, deliberate, claiming space. She walked him backward toward the chaise, undoing his belt without looking down. Damio’s breathing hitched, but his hands stayed steady on the camera, framing her waist, her jaw, the way she bit her lip before whispering, “Zoom in.”
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She smirked, leaning back in her desk chair. Most guys came once, got shy, and ghosted. Not Damio. After their first collaboration—a fiery, unscripted session that topped her monthly charts—he’d messaged her privately: “Same time next week?”
Damio turned his head. “Same time next week?” Nadine didn’t pose
“No,” she said, pulling him down beside her. “I’m a professional.”
He stepped closer, tilting his head toward her camera rig. “What’s the theme today? Or are we just... improvising again?” Damio’s breathing hitched, but his hands stayed steady
Damio raised an eyebrow. “You trust me with your angles?”
When she finally took the camera back and placed it on the tripod, pointing at the chaise, Damio’s voice was rough. “You’re evil.”
They collapsed into laughter, tangled and sweaty. After a moment, Nadine reached over and hit stop.
“Round two,” he said, setting the drinks down. “I brought hydration. Learned my lesson.”