Make You Mine. Niobia Bryant

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      “Smile for me, baby. Think of your man, your mama, or those shoes you saw at the mall.”

      The nude svelte model did just as Julius Jones commanded. If she supplied the look, he would supply top rate photos. He was one of the top photographers in the tri-state area. Between his freelance work for some of the most elite fashion and beauty magazines in the country, he had an impressive list of clientele clamoring to come to his Jersey City, New Jersey, studio for their head shots or family photos.

      “One more, Karina,” Julius said loudly, his eye gazing at her through the lens before he rapidly snapped several more shots. “Okay, that should do it.”

      Julius handed the camera to his assistant who liked to be called Boo. Julius would only address him by his given name of Dwayne. There was no way he was going to call a grown man Boo, especially one who was so openly gay that Julius wondered if Dwayne was a cross-dresser in his spare time. Either way Julius didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to him was Dwayne’s skill with a camera and his ability to do the job as his assistant, and the man was excellent at both. Julius had no complaints. They were cool.

      Julius walked across the length of the converted warehouse he used as his office and studio. At his desk he picked up some proofs to sort through. Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

      “I can’t wait to see the finished photos, Julius.”

      He turned his head to find Karina closing the chocolate leather curtain that blocked his office off from the rest of the lengthy studio. The up-and-coming supermodel looked willow and beautiful in a short silk kimono that did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she was nude beneath it. Funny how the sight of taut nipples pressing against the thin silk was more erotic to him than seeing her completely nude.

      With a warmth in his eyes that could rival a fire, Julius gave her a long, leisurely look that was filled with intent. “I just hope I do you justice.”

      Karina took a bold step toward him, lifting her hand to caress the ever-present stubble on his cheek. “I just hope I’m able to do you.”

      “Hey, Jules,” his assistant called through the curtain.

      “Dwayne,” he threatened at Dwayne’s use of the nickname Tamara gave him. He never once looked away from Karina as she sucked leisurely on her index finger in a decidedly provocative move.

      “Oops! ’Cuse me, Julius , telephone.”

      He just shook his head. “Hold that thought,” Julius told her.

      Karina laughed huskily, pulling her finger from her mouth to outline his full bottom lip. “That’s not all I’ll hold.”

      He leaned past her to pick up the cordless phone on his desk, the ringer of which had been shut off. “Julius Jones here.”

      “Hello there, Julius Jones. Tamara Lawson here.”

      “What’s up Tam-Tam?” he asked, keeping his eyes on Karina as she draped herself across the top of his neatly organized desk.

      “Favor.”

      “What?”

      “Double date. Kendrick, you, me and—”

      “Let me guess…Caress, right?” Julius drawled, as Karina began the foreplay without him.

      “Yes. Look, she got laid off and I thought a night out with some friends would lift her spirits. You game?”

      Julius pulled a chair over and sat down to watch Karina’s show, automatically straightening the crease of his black slacks.

      “Jules?”

      “Huh…what?” he asked, distracted as Karina played in the soft, moist folds of her feminine core.

      “Look, you owe me.”

      “Not tonight, Tamara,” he told her sternly. “Besides, I have to finish packing. You know I leave for Africa in the morning.”

      “As anal as you are?” Tamara mocked, with a laugh. “You’ve probably been packed since last week.”

      She was right. “Look, I just can’t tonight. Trust me on this.”

      “Jules.”

      “No, definitely not tonight,” he insisted, as Karina began to purr like a kitten being stroked.

      “Jules.”

      “Tamara, not—”

      “Julius,” she finished softly.

      He massaged his five o’clock shadow, which he kept neat and taped up with a weekly trip to his barber. He always rubbed his beard when he had a choice to make. A sure thing with Karina or a mercy date with Tamara’s unemployed friend.

      “Stop rubbing that sorry beard and say something, Jules.”

      He laughed softly at her astuteness. They’d been friends since college and she knew him well…too well. “This is one helluva favor you’re calling in. You…just…don’t…know.”

      Karina trembled and purred softly with her own climax, boldly looking him in his eyes as she did. Julius swallowed over a lump in his throat. “Oh, you owe me… big time.”