Chapter 70 Caught In His Frame (2)

• The camera’s shutter snapped in a steady rhythm, each click slicing through the thick air of the studio. Francesca moved like liquid under Alessandro’s lens, her oiled skin catching the spotlight in ways that made his chest tight. He stood a few feet back, circling the chaise, his voice low and focused as he guided her. “Chin up a little—yeah, like that. Now, arch your back, let the light hit your spine.” She followed effortlessly, her body curving into a perfect arc, the pink thong riding low on her hips, her breasts swaying slightly with the motion.
• “Good,” he said, pausing to adjust the angle, his eyes flicking between the viewfinder and her. “Now, one hand on your thigh—slow, tease it up. Tilt your head back, let your hair fall.” She obeyed, her fingers trailing over her slick skin, head tipping back to expose the long line of her throat. The shot was pure fire—raw, sensual, everything he’d imagined. But he wasn’t done. He lowered the camera, squinting at her, an idea sparking. “Okay, next one—lie flat on your stomach, legs bent at the knees, feet up. Cross your ankles, then twist your torso just enough to look back at me.”
• Francesca paused, propped on her elbows, her brows knitting together. She tilted her head, a playful glint in her hazel eyes. “Wait—what? Twist how? That sounds like yoga gone wrong.” Her lips quirked, and then she leaned forward, voice dropping into a flirty purr. “Why don’t you come show me, maestro? I’m a hands-on learner.”