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

by Chelsea Curto

“It’s from Mexico.” “Oh my god. I love that brand.” She reaches for the bottle, and I hand it to her. “This is the fancy shit. I’d never buy this for myself.” “Which is why I bought it for you.” “Spoiling me, Lansfield?” “Taking care of someone I care about,” I say, correcting her. “Want me to grab some glasses?” “No.” I turn the cap and look down at her. “We don’t need them.” “Are we going to throw it back old school?” “Sort of. Sit on the edge of the cushions.” Maven wiggles to the end of the couch and rests her feet on the floor. “Now what?” she asks, and it’s softer than before. “Tip your head back,” I tell her roughly, and her eyes widen in understanding as she tilts her chin up. I hook my fingers around her chin and stroke her jaw. I bring the bottle to her mouth and she opens her lips, her tongue out and ready. Her smile is coy, but she doesn’t speak. She waits patiently, and I pour a small taste of liquor on her tongue. “Swallow,” I say, and she does so immediately without batting an eye. A groan works its way up my throat, and my sweatpants grow impossibly tight. “Christ, you’re good, aren’t you?” “I try to be.” “You’re so good, Maven.” I press my thumb on her bottom lip, and she moans. “Open again.”