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When she finally took the camera back and placed it on the tripod, pointing at the chaise, Damio’s voice was rough. “You’re evil.”

Damio raised an eyebrow. “You trust me with your angles?”

She smirked, leaning back in her desk chair. Most guys came once, got shy, and ghosted. Not Damio. After their first collaboration—a fiery, unscripted session that topped her monthly charts—he’d messaged her privately: “Same time next week?”

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She traced a finger down his chest. “Improv. But with a twist. Last time, you were in charge. This time…” She turned him gently by the shoulders and pressed the remote into his palm. “You film. I direct.”

The red light blinked on.

She kissed his shoulder. “Let me check my DMs. But probably.” End of draft. When she finally took the camera back and

Damio turned his head. “Same time next week?”

They collapsed into laughter, tangled and sweaty. After a moment, Nadine reached over and hit stop.

“I trust you to keep breathing.” She pulled her oversized sweater over her head in one smooth motion. “Now start rolling.” Most guys came once, got shy, and ghosted

Nadine didn’t pose. She moved—slow, deliberate, claiming space. She walked him backward toward the chaise, undoing his belt without looking down. Damio’s breathing hitched, but his hands stayed steady on the camera, framing her waist, her jaw, the way she bit her lip before whispering, “Zoom in.”

Nadine laughed. “You lasted forty-five minutes last time. No shame.”

For the next twenty minutes, they played a game of push-and-pull. She directed him through the lens: “Wider shot. Now close-up on my hand. Now your face when I—” He groaned, low and real, and Nadine knew—this was the kind of raw that paid for new lighting rigs and three months of rent.