Ruby
Days turned into weeks, and she and Morgan only grew closer with each passing minute. They’d both been drowning in work, with her picking up extra shifts to afford her Germany trip. By February, Morgan had even more on his plate after taking on a new project at work.
The day before Valentine’s Day, however, was exceptionally rough.
The restaurant had been flooded with couples trying to escape the Valentine’s crowd by going a day early, and it seemed they were all forgetting that she worked for tips.
It was easy for her to overlook someone being rude, but only when they left an adequate enough tip to make up for it.
By the end of her shift, she couldn’t help but feel degraded and discouraged.
Not even Morgan’s warm, loving embrace could shake off the bad mood. “How was your day, darlin’?” he asked innocently.
“Horrific.”
He tightened his arms around her and placed a kiss on her hair. “What can I do to help? Do you need me to listen? Or do you need me to wrap you in a fluffy blanket, retreat to a safe distance, and throw snacks at you?”
“Listen.”
“I can do that.”
He gave her space to get out of her shoes and into her fluffy slippers. “Do you want my advice or just give you an open ear?”
“Open ear please.”
“Of course. Come sit and look pretty while I cook dinner.” Morgan lifted her to the kitchen counter and poured her a glass of wine. “I’m all yours.”
Nursing the glass of wine, she spilled all the rude comments and bad attitudes she’d endured throughout the day.
Unable to stop herself, she went on about her financial frustration, venting that she’d only picked up the shift to afford her flights, and that it truly hadn’t been worth it.
“I guess it was all just too much for one day.”
“It does sound like a tough day.”
“And I’ll have to do it all over again tomorrow, with more happy couples celebrating their love by berating others.” She paused to accept the kiss that he pressed to her cheek before returning to his salad assembly. “Thank you for listening and not trying to fix it.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“It’s your turn now. How was your day?”
“Good actually, although I feel guilty for saying that now.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad you had a better day than me. What made it so good?”
“Made a butt load of money.” But as he said that he threw her an apologetic smile.
She only laughed and sipped on her wine. “Does that mean you’re getting yourself the Death Star set you’ve been eyeing?”
He looked rather guilty as he turned to the fridge. “I may or may not have a present turning up in a few days.”
“Well, let’s hope it’s not before our date tomorrow or I’ll never get you out of here.”
“Will you tell me what we are going to do?”
“Remember that photoshoot you gave me for Christmas?”
“Very much so.”
“We’re going to take some sexy pictures together.”
Morgan’s brows lifted. “We?”
“Well, Olivia said that the voucher you gave me could be used for couples, so I was hoping you would join me in front of the lens.”
“I’d love that very much.”
“I have looked at some poses too. I want you to look through them and see if you’re comfortable.”
“Of course, anything for you.”
“Olivia said she does risqué shoots too, so depending on how comfortable we both feel, we could go with full nudity.”
Although he tried to disguise it, the way Morgan fumbled the utensil in his hand let her know how much he enjoyed that idea.
After dinner, Morgan sat next to her on the couch as they swiped through some of the poses. He stopped and stared at one of a girl in lingerie tied up in Christmas lights. “What made you want to do it now?”
“I realised that the only person uncomfortable with my body was me. And when I thought about it even more, I had the eye-opening realisation that you’re the person I feel most comfortable around, naked or not.
There’s no other man I would want to do these with.
Plus, I was hoping you’d praise me through it. ”
“As much as I can without making Olivia uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, that would be rather awkward. Some of the more risqué pictures actually came from her, so I think she’s pretty comfortable in her craft.”
Morgan kept scrolling until he came across some of a man by himself. “You want me to get some done too?”
“I was hoping you would give me some eye candy.” Morgan’s lips curled into a smirk. “But only if you let me do my single ones first.”
“And why’s that, darlin’?”
“Because seeing you bold and naked will crush the little confidence I have going for myself. And it’s like a treat after jumping over my own shadow.”
“Ah, I’m the reward.”
“Very much so.”
“Just wait and see the pictures she takes of you, and you’ll see what I see.”
Morgan spent the entire evening boosting her self-confidence, continuing to do so through her shift the next morning. But on their way to Olivia’s studio, her nerves fluttered to life. Although she’d felt confident when she bought her outfits, she was second-guessing her choices now.
Olivia was a very sweet, forty-something year old woman with a total golden retriever personality.
She invited them in and encouraged them to explore the space, so Morgan could get a feel for his surroundings.
Olivia had a large studio filled with props such as a bed and benches, with picture windows covered in long curtains.
Morgan took in the area with the help of his phone camera, then sat back as she changed into her first outfit.
Scantily covered in very little lace, she felt rather exposed as she left the dressing room—especially with a stranger around. Olivia didn’t bat an eye though, distracted with scrolling through the inspiration photos. “You’ve chosen quite a few poses around the bed. I think we should start there.”
Morgan held his hand out and like her beacon in a storm, she quickly made her way to him. “Let me see, darlin’.”
He ran his large palms over her thighs and found the lace one piece she was wearing. “Stunning,” he hummed, hungry eyes raking over her body as he rose to his feet. “Perfection actually.”
“You’d better keep tossing those compliments my way.”
“Why don’t you have Olivia set you up and I’ll see if I can keep up.” He kissed her forehead then nudged her toward the photographer.
When her eyes met Olivia’s, her cheeks felt awfully red. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a supporting partner. I find it truly does boost confidence.”
Olivia instructed her to kneel on the bed, then adjusted her arms. Once the first few had been taken, Olivia made sure to show Morgan, who seemed more than thrilled with the results.
“Sexy as sin.”
Olivia directed her through some more positions, and Morgan kept up the praises.
Then it was his turn to join. Olivia had her kneel and covered her eyes with a blindfold while Morgan stood behind her, shirtless and his jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and turned her head to his will, the camera clicking wildly.
“And now, the highlight I’ve been looking forward to all day,” Olivia cheered, pulling out a long string of Christmas lights from a prop box.
“The Christmas lights,” Ruby quickly added for Morgan.
Olivia gasped and quickly apologised. “I’m so sorry Morgan!”
“No need to be sorry.”
“Even happens to me,” Ruby confessed.
Olivia draped the lights around Ruby, then directed Morgan to his position. He took her chin between his thumb and index and with his voice rumbling, said, “Unbuckle my belt.”
Her heart was racing, and she tried with all her might not to look over at Olivia who was moving about taking shot after shot.
“Nice and slow.” She obeyed, stopping once it hung open. “What does she look like?” he asked Olivia.
Olivia happily stepped forward and showed him the pictures. “What do you think? Would you like to change something.”
“Yeah, but it might be kinky.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“I want to tie her hands up with the lights.”
“I’m just rolling with the flow. You two lovebirds do what you feel comfortable with.” Olivia stepped back and occupied herself with adjusting the flood lights.
“Are you okay with that?” Morgan asked, thumb brushing over her lower lip.
“Yes. Just be careful. I don’t want you stepping on the light bulbs.”
Morgan effortlessly bound her wrists with the string lights, then returned to his position. At Olivia’s instruction, he adjusted his stance, fingers in Ruby’s hair for some pictures and his thumb pressed against her lips for others.
When Olivia showed him the results, a proud smile curled his lips. “Oh, darlin’, these are going to be hung above the bed.”
Olivia grinned and showed them to Ruby as well. “How comfortable are you two right now?”
“Very,” Morgan chuckled, but Ruby had no words, hardly recognizing the woman looking back at her from the screen. “Speechless? Are you starting to see yourself through my eyes?”
Olivia gave an approving nod. “I know you said you might want some nude pictures as well, but that totally depends on how you are feeling right now. I think these photos would look gorgeous as nudes as well.”
“I’m down,” Morgan confirmed, dropping to one knee to take Ruby’s face in his hands. “What about you?”
She took a deep breath and slowly nodded. “I would like to see that too.”
They undressed, and Morgan rebound her in the lights before taking a seat in a large leather chair. He grabbed her throat, guiding her to look up at him and grinning sexier than sin. “You are breathtaking and so fucking brave, Ruby.”
“It feels good with you by my side.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Her eyes fell to where his erection jutted out from between his thighs, nearly drooling as he slipped his thumb into her mouth.
Instinctively, she sealed her lips around it and sucked.
“I hope you know that I will cherish these pictures for the rest of my life, just like I worship your body, mind and soul.”
A dozen poses later, Ruby had finally had enough.
After she’d gotten dressed, Morgan was posing on the backdrop, abs flexing as he seductively grinned into the camera.
She sat back enjoying the view and the way Olivia was so accommodating to Morgan’s needs.
She showed him his poses on the screen, making it easier for him to know how to adjust his body.
Once all was done Olivia told them she would give them a shout once the pictures were done, and they left, counting down the days until they could finally see the results.