Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; this story is for entertainment purposes only, no money was made form this story
Sam sat there on the leather chair of his office, in nothing but a white shirt that hung loosely on her shoulders, she watched as his eyes travelled down to her bare breasts, and down further, she moaned.
He smiled at her as he brought his gaze back up to hers. He walked over to her kissing her feverishly, his hands disappearing into the short golden locks that were her hair. He pulled back from her and watched her as her chest heaved up and down, short breaths coming from her slightly parted lips, eyes closed, she blushed.
Her eyes flickered open; "Well…" she started tilting her eyebrow just so.
"Just stay still, don't ruin it!" He stated watching as her hand travelled over her breast.
"But Jack, I want this…want you." Her hand travelled further still.
From around his neck he pulled up the camera, "I know," He lifted the camera up to his eye line, focusing the lens on her, he watched her first as her fingers slipped lower, and…oh God.
Sam's back arched off the chair, as she entered a digit, he captured the shot, her eyes opening wide at him, she removed her hand and entered her finger into her mouth tasting herself, her eyes closed, he captured a second shot...and a third…fourth.
Sam smiled…
…she never knew Jack loved photography…
…Sweet.
End.