Beauty and the Bosshole

Chapter Thirteen

Reese

I wake up with my cock still inside Ava, and I wonder if it’s ever going to go down, or if I’m just permanently hard now that she has my ring on her finger.

Wrapping my arms firmly around her, I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she straddles my lap. I can feel her heat against me. If I thought it was impossible to want her more than I already do, I'd call myself a liar. There's a reason people get addicted to this kind of high.

"Good morning, wife," I whisper, savoring the word on my tongue.

"Good morning, husband," she replies, grinding against me with a sleepy smile on her face. “Is this how it’s to be from now on?”

“Hmmm.” I groan happily at the pleasure of her movement. “Believe me, if I could conduct business while still inside you, I would. As it is, we’re going to have to take this to the bathroom so I can clean my dirty girl up. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

"The photoshoot?" she murmurs, her eyes still half-closed in languorous delight.

"Yes, the photoshoot," I confirm, already picturing her in the stunning dresses that have been selected for today’s session—each one designed to accentuate her curves, to show off the woman that is mine. “I want every wall in our home adorned with photos of us together. I want to see you everywhere I go, even if you aren’t in the room with me."

“I thought you didn’t want anyone else looking at my body?”

“I don’t. Those… special… images will be for the bedroom only. I might even get some bound into a book so I can take it traveling.”

“Waterproof pages, I hope,” she teases, and I chuckle.

“Of course. I always want you with me. Even when you can’t be there.”

“I’d like that,” she whispers, leaning down and kissing me lightly and giving a cheeky little wiggle of her hips. I let out another groan.

“That’s it. I’m taking you to the shower before we end up late for our own photoshoot. Or, with the way I’m feeling right now, missing it altogether.”

She lets out a sultry laugh that turns to squeals when I grab hold of her ass then carry her into the bathroom koala style. Where, despite our best efforts, we get a little dirtier before declaring ourselves clean…

When we arrive at the photography studio, the photographer, a discreet and professional woman who specializes in boudoir photography, greets us warmly.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” she says, gesturing around the beautifully set up studio. “I want you to become so absorbed in each other, you forget I’m here.”

Ava giggles, a blush coloring her cheeks as she takes in the various backdrops and props arranged around the studio. There's a luxurious bed with silky sheets, an antique chaise lounge, a swing suspended from the ceiling, and even a beautiful claw-footed tub surrounded by drapes, mirrors, and fairy lights.

"I don't think that will be a problem," she says, casting a coy glance in my direction. "Reese has a way of making me forget about everything else when we're together."

I smirk, pulling her close and nuzzling her neck. "Is that so, Mrs. Donovan? Well, I guess I'll have to keep up my distracting ways."

The photographer chuckles and snaps a few photos. "Perfect. That's exactly the energy I want to capture. Now, why don't we start with a drink or two, get nice and relaxed, then we can capture some shots on the chaise? Ava, I’d like to see you lying back all nice and comfy, and Reese, you join your beautiful wife however feels natural."

We head over to where the photographer has set up some champagne, and I pour us both a glass. “It feels unnatural to be around you looking as stunning as you are without tearing your clothes off,” I tell Ava as I hand her a glass.

She blushes slightly. “Behave, husband.”

"I can't promise that," I reply with a wink, clinking my glass against hers before taking a sip of the effervescent liquid.

While we finish our drinks and have a closer look around the studio, the photographer busies herself by adjusting the lighting, moving a few pillows on the chaise, and setting up her camera on the tripod to take a few test shots. The atmosphere in the studio is relaxed and inviting, with soft music playing in the background that sounds like a blend of blues and jazz.

Ava moves to the chaise lounge, her hips swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music. She stretches languidly on the plush velvet upholstery, the deep burgundy of her dress contrasting beautifully with her creamy skin. I sit beside her, one hand resting on her thigh as I gaze down at her adoringly.

"That's perfect," the photographer encourages, moving around us with her camera. "Just focus on each other, like you're the only two people in the world."

As the shoot progresses, Ava and I fall into an easy rhythm, our poses becoming increasingly more playful and affectionate. At one point, she surprises me by jumping onto my back, her laughter ringing out as I stumble forward before regaining my balance.

"You're going to pay for that, wife," I growl teasingly, spinning around until she's breathless and dizzy.

"Promises, promises," she retorts, sliding off my back but leaving her fingers on my shoulders as she sashays around until she’s standing in front of me.

“You think I’m not serious?”

She bounces a shoulder, and I respond by scooping her up in my arms and making a beeline for the nostalgic clawfoot tub in the corner of the room. Ava squeals in delight, clinging onto me until I set her on her feet beside it. Then her laughter turns into a gasp when my fingers find the zipper in her dress and I start to drag it down her spine.

"What are you doing?" she whispers, her voice a little husky as the fabric loosens around her body.

“Why, I’m getting you ready for your bath, dear.”

Her eyes widen as I pull the dress from her shoulders and let it pool at her feet, revealing her lacey blush-colored lingerie. I take a step back to admire her before reaching for the hem of my shirt. She watches me with wide eyes as I pull the fabric over my head, exposing my broad chest and abs.

"What was it I said earlier about behaving?" she says, her fingers brushing against my bare chest before tracing down the ridges of my abs, her breathing heavy.

"I don’t recall agreeing to any of that, sweetheart," I reply, leaning in to press a hot, desperate kiss on her lips. This is who we are—teasing, tugging, and laughing. Feeding off each other's energy. Life feels perfect whenever I’m around her, and I can’t get enough.

The photographer doesn’t miss a beat, her camera clicking away as she moves around us, capturing our intimate dance from all angles. "You're both doing great."

For some reason, it doesn't feel awkward or intrusive to have someone documenting such a private moment between Ava and me. Instead, it feels natural, as if the photographer is merely a silent observer in our love story, framing our raw emotions through her lens.

Without breaking our kiss, I guide Ava to step into the tub, our bare feet making a soft thumping sound against the porcelain. She gasps into my mouth as she stumbles slightly, and I chuckle low in my throat, steadying her with my arms around her waist. As she regains her footing, my hands trail down her arms, coming to rest on her hips as I gently guide her down into the empty tub. She lets out a soft sigh, her body melting against mine as we settle into a comfortable entwinement.

"Beautiful," murmurs the photographer. "Keep that energy flowing." She continues to circle us, the shutter on her camera clicking away.

Ava giggles and I take advantage of her upturned mouth to plant a kiss there. My hands move up her body, lightly tracing the lace of her bra before gliding back down to cup her ass cheeks. The softness of her skin beneath my fingertips sends a rush of desire through me, and I lean in to claim her lips once more. This time, Ava is the one to deepen the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair as she shifts onto her knees, straddling me as she pulls me closer. I lean up to worship her.

“These pictures are truly amazing,” the photographer crows. “You two are absolute naturals.”

As the photoshoot draws to a close, the photographer has us pose on the bed, Ava's head resting on my chest as I wrap my arms around her. The intimacy of the moment hits me, and I find myself getting lost in the amazing woman I’m holding in my arms.

“My offer to donate a million dollars to the cat rescue still stands,” I murmur, brushing my lips against the top of her hair.

She jerks her head up quickly and smiles. “Seriously?”

I nod. “Consider it my wedding gift to you.”

“I thought this shoot was a wedding gift.”

“Oh, this is my wedding gift.”

She giggles and shifts up a little to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re a pretty amazing husband, Reese.”

"Only the best for my beautiful wife," I reply, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "I love you, Ava. More than anything."

"I love you, too," she whispers back. "Forever and always."

The shutter clicks, capturing the tender moment. Then the photographer gives us a wide smile before scrolling through a few of the images on her camera and stepping back with a nod. "Okay, I think we got everything.”

As we reluctantly untangle ourselves from each other's embrace, the photographer approaches us with a broad smile on her face. "You two were incredible," she says. "The love and connection between you is palpable in every single shot. I can't wait for you to see the final images."

Ava blushes, leaning closer to me as I press a kiss to her temple. "Thank you," she says. "I was nervous coming into this. But the experience has been more than I could have ever imagined."

"I can't wait to see our home filled with these memories," Ava sighs as we leave the building and head toward the car. “Actually, I can’t wait to see our home. I mean, what are we doing there? Am I just moving in with you? Or are we choosing something together?”

I turn to look at her, my fingers interlacing with hers as I steer her toward the car. "I want us to choose something together, Ava. This should be a decision we make as husband and wife. Our home needs to be a reflection of us, not just me," I say, unlocking the car. “But for the short term, yes, I would like it if you moved in with me.”

She pauses before sliding into the car, turning to meet my gaze. "I would like that, too," she whispers, placing her hands on my chest before leaning in for yet another kiss that has my skin on fire from wanting her so bad.

"Mmmm," I hum as I pull back slightly. "But do you know what I'd like even more right now?"

She tilts her head, a curious smile playing on her lips. "What's that?"

I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper, "Getting you back to our hotel room and showing you just how hard that photoshoot made me. I’m going to devour every single inch of you, Mrs. Donovan."

Ava shivers, her eyes darkening with desire. "Then what are we waiting for, Mr. Donovan? Let’s get out of here."