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I try to get it through the button hole four, then five times, and Chase just watches with that smolder in his eyes. Something in my mind goes cross-wired and my cock perks up the next time I look up at him.
Two competing thoughts are surging through my mind.
Quit looking at me like you’re a fucking lion surveying its prey…
But also I want you to keep your eyes on me like this forever.
“Sorry,” I murmur as I struggle to finally push the button through its opening.
Chase steps forward.
He puts his hands on top of mine, right as I’m trying to undo the final button, and he grips my fingers, stopping me.
“Having second thoughts?” he asks in a low voice that also goes straight to my cock.
“Not sure I’m capable of having any coherent thoughts at all, right now.”
A glint of light reflects from the silver chain of one of his necklaces as he moves a hand up to my hair, smoothing it with his palm.
“This is your decision, Logan. Fully. You’re aware of that, right?—”
“I want to do it,” I interject forcefully, looking up to meet his eyes again. I watch his lashes flick low and then up to myeyes again as he nods. “I’ve thought through it about a hundred times, and I’m not afraid of showing the world my body. Not even a little bit.”
“And you’re still so freaked out you could power the electricity of this whole city block right now?”
“Yep. And I still want to do it,” I tell him as my fingers return to the buttons and I finally pry the damn shirt off.
I shove off everything below the belt just as quickly, refusing to stop for anything now.
The breeze coming through the windows hits my skin all over and it cools me down as I stand there naked in front of Chase.
I drop down onto the floor beside the wall like he was asking me to do a few minutes ago, lying back and propping my head up with my arm.
But the moment he steps over toward me, my cock twitches again.
The sight of Chase, fully clothed, standing tall above me is too much to ignore. I feel like he’s surveying my body like it’s one of his own art pieces, and his gaze travels along every inch of my skin like a hot light.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I tell him.
He lifts an eyebrow. “I’m working.”
“If you look at me like that, I’m going to be hard the whole time. I want to do a tasteful, artistic nude shoot, not one where my cock is a tentpole the whole time.”
“I know you’re no stranger to self-control,” Chase says. It doesn’t help the situation.
I puff out a breath of air. “I don’t know if I have access to that kind of control when I’m in a room with you.”
Chase doesn’t miss a beat. He nods, his gaze burning into me.
“Then take care of it. Go.”
I furrow my brow at him. “What?”
“Get yourself off. Then your cock will behave for the photoshoot.”
I pause for a moment, letting his words hang in the air.
My eyes flutter shut as I take a breath.
