Two hours later, the shoot was over.
Four memory cards brimming with pure, unfiltered nudes of two Paradise princesses. Hundreds of frames that would ruin any lesser man on first viewing. Every room of the penthouse defiled by naked skin, golden light, and poses so explicit they'd make professional porn look tame.
Phei set the heavy camera on the nightstand with a soft thud. His hands weren't steady anymore. They trembled—fine, almost imperceptible—because he'd spent the last two hours hard as steel, leaking, denied, watching the two women he wanted most in the world right now offer themselves up to his lens like living fantasies.
His sweatpants were a lost cause. The grey fabric was dark and clinging at the front, the thick outline of his cock obscene and unmistakable, a steady bead of pre-come still seeping through the cotton.
He hadn't come once.
Not even close.
And now both of them were staring at that wet stain like it was prey.
