Behind the Camera (Love through a Lens, #2)

by Chelsea Curto

He grabs a beer from the fridge, pops the top off with the hem of his shirt, and hands it to me. That was hot.

“You know the stars in the night sky? If you added all of them up—and there are billions and billions of them up there—I’d still love you more than that, June Bug.”

I never pegged you for a boob guy.” “With you, I don’t give a shit what it is. Your fucking elbow turns me on.”

“You’re doing so well, Dallas,” she whispers. “You’re so good. No one fucks me like you do.”

“You’re not going to break me, Dallas. Fuck me like you mean it. Please.”

“Dallas, I’m so close.” “I know you are, baby. I just felt you clench around my fingers. You’re almost there, and you’re doing so well.”