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Chapter 3
Ranger's POV

I didn't bother looking at the underwear the guy handed me until after I'd put it on. When I looked down and saw the Batman name on the waistband and the bat symbol on the front of the crotch, I half groaned and half laughed. If I'd ever had any hope of Stephanie's nickname for me fading away, this threw that into the garbage. She would get a huge kick out of remembering this every time she said it from now on.

Of course, the amusement it would bring her made it totally worth it, I decided.

Manning up and forgoing the proferred robe, I stepped back through the curtain. The entire room came to a standstill as around thirty sets of eyes moved from my head to my feet and back up, landing squarely on the bat symbol across my dick and balls, which all felt like they were trying to crawl back into my body from the unwanted attention.

I mentally rolled my eyes. Same old shit and the reason I hadn't wanted to do this in the first place. Sure, when I was younger, I got off on the attention—what red-blooded male wouldn't?—but I'd matured past the point of needing the attention and admiration. And now that I was with Stephanie, no one else's opinion on how I looked mattered. The only person I cared to know what they thought was the woman coming out of the dressing room across from mine.

Stephanie gave a low whistle, trying in vain to raise a single eyebrow, but only managing to look surprised when she raised both. "Wow!" Her throat moved as she visibly gulped. "C-Carlos, you look...so freakin' hot!"

I laughed as she shook her head once, sneaking one more look before turning her face up to mine.

"Whatcha got under there, Babe?" I asked when she seemed at least somewhat in control.

She clutched her lapels tighter, keeping her robe closed, and gave me a coy look. "You'll find out soon enough."

Smirking, I slid an arm around her waist, and together, we walked over to where Eve was waiting beside two chairs in front of the mirrors.

Once we were seated, the goth-looking young woman turned first to me. "You're easier, so I'll do you first," she said, turning me to face the mirror.

I waited stoically while she brushed out my shoulder-length hair, sprayed some citrus-smelling shit on it, and combed it straight. Luckily, it only took a couple of minutes and then I could go back to watching Stephanie.

She seemed right at home as she was fluffed and curled, combed and mussed. Hers took quite a bit longer—nearly twenty minutes—but the effect when she was done was gorgeous. Drawing on years of control, I kept my dick from hardening as I realized she had that freshly fucked look like she'd had after our one night together.

"Okay, now, makeup," Eve said, waving over a thin, blonde woman. "Carmindy will fix you guys up, and then you'll be ready for Jason."

At the sight of the woman walked toward us with what looked to be a large fishing tackle box, I balked. "The hell I'm wearing makeup!"

Unfazed by my outburst, she broke into a wide smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Manoso. While Ms. Plum—"

"Call me Stephanie, or Steph," my Babe interrupted.

Carmindy nodded and smiled over at her before turning her attention back to me. "While Stephanie will get made up for the camera, I was told your face will be mostly hidden—per instructions set up ahead of time—so you'll only need some powder to prevent shine. Your skin is gorgeous and the skin tone will look terrific on camera."

Pacified, I sat back and watched as she got to work on Stephanie. Personally, I didn't think she needed anything. Steph was gorgeous without any of the stuff she normally wore on her face. She'd told me once that she felt naked without all the "war paint"—to which I'd promptly replied that she could be naked with me anytime, earning me a glare and a giggle—but I truly believed she was perfect without it.

When the woman finally stepped away, Stephanie was stunning. The makeup was natural-looking, giving her a bit more pink to her cheeks, making her gorgeous mouth look even more fuckable, and whatever the woman had done to her eyes made the blue look deeper, like you could drown in them.

"Fucking stunning, Babe," I murmured, unable to keep myself using the expletive to express just how beautiful she truly looked.

"Thank you," she replied, giving me a smile.

I leaned over, ready to kiss the ever-loving shit out of her, when a hand on my shoulder pulled me back enough to stop my forward progress.

"No way," the cockblocker—Carmindy—said firmly. "You'll mess up her makeup."

Stephanie laughed when I grunted and sat back in my seat dejectedly. "C'mon, Batman. Let's do this."

I allowed her to tug me out of my seat and lead me across the room to where the photographer was adjusting lights and props. The background had been changed from white to black, and in the center of the staged area was a bed, draped in white bedding.

"Ahh, perfect," Deeks said when he caught sight of us. Giving the light he'd been working on one last slight nudge to the right, he turned his full attention to us. "We're going to take a handful of shots since I'm not sure which will look best. Stephanie, you can give your robe to Eve, and then we'll take..."

I was sure the man continued speaking, but my brain shut off when Steph opened her robe, sliding it off her shoulders to hand to the woman hovering near us.

The light gray T-shirt with black sleeves and collar barely reached past her breasts, the large black and yellow bat symbol stretched across the front. Her flat stomach was on display under the ridiculously short shirt. The tiny black underwear with yellow band at the top and the smaller bat symbol near her hip cupped her perfectly rounded ass and hugged the juncture of her thighs in front, just barely hiding her mouthwatering pussy from my gaze.

I wanted nothing more in that moment than to rip the fuckers right off her and bury myself inside her, other people in the room be damned.

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Stephanie's POV

The look on Ranger's face when he saw me in the ridiculously skimpy outfit made any hint of inadequacy I felt fly out the window. He wasn't looking at any of the sexy models walking around in nothing but lace and silk... He was looking at me.

That powerful feeling stayed with me the entire time we posed for pictures. There were shots of us standing together, Ranger holding me in his arms. His face was mostly obscured every time, whether buried in my hair or in my neck. The photographer—Deeks—tried to convince him to look at the camera for at least a couple of them, but Ranger refused, said he couldn't put his face out there like that. When the man protested, Ranger took him aside, and I swear I heard the phrases "national security" and "if I told you, I'd have to kill you." Deeks must have believed him because he didn't bring it up again.

There were also a few more...interesting poses. In one, we were lying on the bed. Ranger was propped up by the headboard and pillows and had his knees bent. I was then instructed to straddle him with my legs out straight toward the head of the bed, resting my back against his thighs. That position put our Batman underwear almost on top of one another. That meant I could feel Ranger's erection under my ass, and from what I could tell, by the time Deeks called that it was the last picture, it was damn good timing. Any more and Ranger would be showing one hell of a package in the photos. His briefs wouldn't provide nearly the coverage needed if he hadn't been able to control his body as well as he was.

"We done?" Ranger finally asked. From his voice, I could tell it didn't really matter what Deeks said. He'd had enough.

When Deeks answered in the affirmative, Ranger swung us around and stood, keeping me in his arms. My legs slowly slid down until my feet were on the floor.

"Get dressed, Babe," he said gruffly. "And keep those on." He motioned to the Batman panties I was wearing.

"But they—"

"Will be paid well for the damn things, I promise." Turning me to face the dressing area where we'd changed before, he gave me a gentle nudge. "Go, Stephanie...unless you want me to do what I want to do in front of all these people." His voice was low, husky, and sent shivers down my spine to my core.

Not bothering to second guess him, I walked quickly to my side of the curtained off "changing room," leaving him to take care of it. I wasn't sure, but I had a feeling that this had been the last straw in his control...

If I was right, our days of taking it slow were over. The trick would be to see if we could last until we got home to do anything about it.