The Painter

Excerpt:

"Okay, we can take a break now." Michael said. "Let's take a look at these, shall we?"

Annabelle put a robe on and walked over to Michael. He flipped through the pictures and she loved them all. Michael was a genius behind the camera. "These are all great, Michael!"

"Well, I had the perfect model," he smiled warmly at her, "so it was easy. I need to make a few adjustments but once I'm done, I'll give you the originals and negatives."

"More adjustments?"

"It's not perfect until I say it is," he softly replied.

"What more can you do to it?" she asked.

"It's not so much what I can do to it," Michael put the camera away and walked behind Annabelle. His carnal urges took over as his mind took a leave of common sense. He slid his hands up and down her arms, causing Annabelle to shiver. He felt the heat emitting from her body, pooling between her thighs, and rising up to her belly. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her earlobe and Annabelle softly moaned.

"It's what I can do to you."