Fresh out of the shower, I walked into the room, a towel working the wetness from my hair. Sofia was sprawled across the sofa, flipping through the newest Vogue magazine. Naked but for a pair of knickers, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her.
“Whatcha looking at?” I asked as I wrapped the towel around my hair like a turban. I walked towards her and looked at the pages over her shoulder as she showed me images captured by her mentor. She’d been on set for this shoot, although her role was to keep the photographer’s coffee filled and phone answered.
She pointed to different models, telling me how nice this woman was or how difficult that one was. While I tried to pay attention to what she was saying, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her face. She absolutely glowed, and I could tell how excited she was to have been a part of something that took center stage in a magazine like Vogue.
“I’m so proud of you,” I said, sitting down beside her, running my fingers along the edge of her collarbone.
Sofia laughed. “I was a glorified answering-machine-slash-coffee-table.”
“I don’t care what glorified thing you were,” I said as my fingers migrated to her breasts, barely touching her skin, “I still think you’re amazing.”
She reached out and lifted my chin slightly, bringing my mouth a fraction closer to hers. Her fingers laced through mine. “Now, I know why I like having you around so much.”
I laughed and, as her gaze went back to the glossy sheets, I released her hand and bent my lips to her neck. “And here I thought you liked having me around because of the things I can do with my mouth.” The tip of my tongue tickled the spot where her neck and shoulder...
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