Free SECRET Revealed by L. Marie Adeline Page A

racing.
    “Wow,” I said. “You realize because of my job, you’ll have to destroy these.”
    He smiled.
    “I wanted you to see what I see when I look at you. Let’s do some more,” he said, springing off the seat next to me.
    There was that familiar tug, that ache behind my bellybutton. I was becoming aroused. Having the courage to reveal this side of me to someone was turning me on.
    “Feeling a bit bolder?”
    I nodded.
    “Do you want to try something else on? Or take something else off?”
    What a choice!
    “I’ll … check out that rack again,” I said, unsure if I wanted to delay, or draw this out. What did it matter? I was getting into this.
    I practically trotted to the bedroom and flicked through the rack feeling a little more daring. I pulled out a pale pink bra laced with gray ribbons and matching bottoms. The bra gave me the kind of cleavage I normally never flaunted. I threw on a matching gray gauzy wrap over the ensemble, deciding to go barefoot with this outfit. That’s why he didn’t hear me approach the partition, behind which he was now tinkering with filters, adding some kind of scrim over the lightbox.
    He looked up. I let my hands drop to my sides, allowing the wrap to gape open so he could take me in.
    Courage
.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, nodding to indicate that I should take my position on the sectional again.
    His eyes never left me as I folded down into the pillows. When he approached the sectional, I rolled onto my back, locking my gaze on his. He stood over me, his camera clicking away.
    “Open the robe,” he said, his voice guttural, urgent. “Good. Now move your hands down your body.”
    My eyes closed, I let my hands drift over my breasts and down my sides.
    “Like that … yes.”
    My hands moved across my stomach then stopped at my panties. I opened my eyes and met his gaze again. He was kneeling before me. Reaching out with his free hand, he clasped my fingers and pressed them under my elastic band, urging me to touch myself. I slid my fingers down, astonished at how wet I was.
    “Tell me what you feel like,” he said, now nearly straddling me, snapping pictures.
    I stretched back, embarrassed, pressing my face into a pillow next to me, and all the while my fingers were moving around under my silk panties.
    “I’m … wet,” I mumbled, finally. “Very.”
    “Yeah? Show me,” he said, his eyes on my hand.
    I hesitated.
    “Those pictures. You can’t ever …” I warned.
    “They’re yours. Don’t worry. When we’re done, you get every frame. I promise. Remember,
courage
, my love.”
    I eased my panties off, pushing them down my thighs, kicking them to the floor. My knees together, I placed my hands inside my thighs and turned my head away again. I just … couldn’t believe I was
doing
this! Marsha would be shocked! Let alone Julius!
    Erik positioned himself at the foot of the sectional. AsI spread my legs, he began to click his camera, transfixed. My hands drifted back up. I shrugged off the gray wrap. Then I arched and undid the bra, tossing it over my shoulder. My hands replaced my bra and I found myself squeezing my breasts and writhing, his reaction to this surprisingly turning me on.
    “That’s it, Solange. That’s it,” he murmured, inching closer.
    I sat up feeling emboldened.
    “What about you, Erik?”
    He stopped and placed the camera back on the tripod next to us, adjusting the lens to face us, clicking on a button.
    “We’re rolling video on this, okay?”
    I took a deep breath. Could I do this? Yes. I could. I nodded and he drew his hands away from the camera. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, showing off a smooth, rippled torso.
    “Take everything off,” I said, in
my
voice, with words coming from
my
mouth. Courage indeed.
    He gave me a wry smile as he undid his jeans, stopping momentarily to fish a condom out of the front pocket, tossing it next to me. For such a large man, his body was lean, compact, smooth. He had a