The only things still standing were the cinder block walls. Two-by-fours and other debris littered the ground, morning light streamed through the non-existent ceiling, and decades of spray paint decorated all of it. It was the perfect inspiration for the room he was designing in-game. And he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the gorgeous scenery in the middle of the devastation. The curve of her ass in her pencil skirt. The way the fabric slid several inches up her thighs when she lowered herself onto the blanket he’d set out for her. The fantastic view when the top of her shirt pulled open, exposing a hint of smooth flesh and round breasts. A throb below his waist nagged him, and he adjusted his jeans. That was the last thing he needed her to see. Or the first. He shoved the thoughts aside and tried to focus on taking reference shots while she talked. And maybe a couple of her. She stared up at his viewfinder, lips pursed, but a smile danced behind her eyes. “I’m not your subject matter.” He shrugged and turned back to the building interior.
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