Parks really made it impossible for me not to agree to start working with him. And since then, it has all happened so quickly.

Now, here we are about to buy me some expensive ass cameras. “Maybe we should consider a cheaper model or just one?” I ask, and both Parks and the sales associate look at me like I’ve offended their mothers or something. “No, we’ll take these,” Parks says to the guy.

“Or not . . .” I mumble under my breath.

“You can’t talk to your boss that way,” Parks teases me, squeezing my ass as the worker has his back to us ringing up the order.

“Yes, I can. I’m your fifty-fifty partner, remember?”

“Damn it,” he mutters, and the guy hands us back the camera all bagged up and a receipt to sign. My stomach feels nauseated for every dollar that is on there, but I lean over and give him a kiss.

“Thank you, Parks.” I may hate that he just spent that much money on a camera for me, but I refuse to be ungrateful.

“Don’t thank me just yet.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask him as we get into his truck.

“You promise you won’t freak out?”

“Any more than finding out you’ve been in love with me for our entire lives? Probably not.”

He starts the engine, letting the cool air blow on the two of us, but he doesn’t take it out of park.

“I’ve always wanted to take pictures of you . . .” He doesn’t need to finish for me to know exactly what he means. The thought is not entirely unwelcome, either.

“Ahh, have you now?” I ask and glance at his growing cock. “Why haven’t you asked me then?”

“Because we were friends.”

“But you could’ve pretended I was your client.”

He swallows, and I reach over, cupping his massive shaft through his tight jeans.

“So, what are you gonna do with these pictures if I let you take them?”

“Stare at them.”

“That’s all?”

“I’ll probably jerk off to them, too.”

“Like this?” I ask and unbutton his pants, yanking out his cock. I stroke him, and he groans deeply from the back of his throat. I doubt there has ever been a sexier noise.

“You don’t need to jerk off anymore. You have me, now.”

His hand cups my face, and I lean in kissing him, our tongues quickly becoming tangled as they duel. When Parks and I are intimate, the connection is strong, and it seems as if neither one of us can get enough.

Then I back away from his lips and nip on his earlobe, whispering in a low, seductive tone, “Drive.”

He puts the vehicle in reverse, and I lean over, eyeing his dick and sending a silent thank you to whoever tinted his windows so dark. Unable to help myself, I bend a little more so I can spin my tongue over the tip before slowly sinking down on him. I can only make it about halfway, but I stroke him deep at the base with my hand.

“I don’t think this is safe,” he says.

“No?”

“No, you make me want to lose control.”

“Just drive,” I order him again and get lost sucking on him

Parks grunts, gripping the wheel and trying not to buck his hips while I indulge in my new favorite pastime.

By the time we get home, my pussy is drenched, and Parks slams the truck in park before we even come to a stop. I laugh as I slide off the seat and glance over at him, watching as he shoves his dick back into his pants.

“Come on, either run, or I’m carrying you.”

I get out the car as slow as a snail and can see how impatient it’s making him, but I love to play with him. He swats my ass, and I giggle as he groans into my ear, “Go!”

“Yes, Mr. Bossy Pants.”

He has the bag of cameras in his hand and heads upstairs ahead of me. “Hey?”

I holler up to him, and he yells back, “I told you to run.”

Taking my time, as I stroll along the sidewalk that leads to his condo, I find it actually hard to walk at this pace. When I finally make it inside, Parks is fumbling to piece together one of my cameras, the thirty-five mm one, and now it makes sense why he wanted to buy two of them. He wants to be able to develop the pictures here.

“Take your clothes off.”

“You’re really bossy today,” I jokingly complain as I flip the lock behind me. “Oh, you have no idea.” His cock is still hard, pressing up against his jeans and I find myself turned on even more by his controlling nature.

“Like this?” I ask and step out of my shoes. He begins to snaps pictures of my every move. Reaching down, I grip the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head as the shutter clicking echoes through the air.

“What next?” I ask him.

“Pants,” he says, releasing the button on his jeans at the same time as I release mine. He yanks the zipper down, exposing his hard shaft to me and making my mouth water all over again. I move slowly, allowing him to take as many pictures as he wants.

Fuck, I really love everything about him.

“Now?” I ask once I’m down to just a bra and panties.

“You choose.”

“Really?” He nods and grips his shaft in one hand slowly stroking as I slide my bra off, drop it to the floor, and then turn to slide my panties down my legs, making sure to bend slowly at the waist as I do so. He keeps taking pictures, capturing my every move.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

I smile as I straighten and turn to walk toward him, urging him to sit on the couch so I can straddle him.

“Are you getting this?” I ask and slowly lower myself down around him. The camera keeps snapping, giving me my answer.

He groans the way he always does when we have sex, and once he is buried all the way inside me, I rest my hands back on his thighs and begin to move.

My pussy is tight, and his big cock has me stretched so wide. Parks takes the camera and holds it above his head, snapping a few more photos before setting it on the couch next to us and gripping my hips as he barrels himself in and out of me.

I scream wildly, the pleasure racing through me is so intense I could already come. He has his eyes on the point where our bodies connect, and I look down watching it, too, but the vision is too much to handle, and I clench my pussy tightly, fighting the orgasm that he is pulling from me.

“God, yes,” I cry, feeling the bliss race through my limbs.

“Let go and cum on my cock, baby,” he orders me, and I lose my breath. My body spirals into an orgasmic obscurity. Relishing in my release, I feel the warm pumps of his cum enter my body, sending me a sudden reminder that the baby I am carrying is not his. My pleasure quickly turns to agony. I try to fight it, not wanting to ruin this moment, but the tears spill from my eyes and Parks stops, alarmed by my sudden change in demeanor.