The photography studio was dimly lit, the soft glow of equipment casting shadows on the walls. He was helping me adjust the lighting when he stepped closer, his fingers grazing mine.

“You know, you’re the most captivating subject I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice soft but charged with intensity.

I laughed nervously, but before I could reply, he closed the gap between us, his lips brushing mine. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me against him. The tension that had been building during our entire shoot finally exploded in that moment.

He lifted me onto the stool, his kisses deep and urgent. The quiet hum of the studio and the faint click of the shutter, accidentally pressed, were the only sounds. The forbidden nature of the setting made every touch feel even more electric.