Captured Single Dad

By Kristen Echo

Pictures have the power to heal or to destroy.

Christy:

He's older, rich and sexy AF. Brent Miller is a single dad, out of my league and my roommate's best friend. I've loved him since he first snapped my picture and propelled my career. He protected me from the vultures in showbiz and treats me like I matter. Which is why he's going to be my first. I'm old enough, and I'm not letting him hide behind the camera anymore. Tonight, I'll show him what it's like to be captured. I don't care about the consequences.

Brent:

I see her innocent, puppy dog eyes watching me. I notice the way her body shifts and melts when I'm around. She's too young and I have too much baggage. We shouldn't get together, but that won't keep me away. If anyone finds out I touched Christy, her career could be over or worse. I'll deal with the fallout because I'm done fighting the desire to claim her. This girl is mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristen Echo
• Release date: Apr 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781775343363

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

CHRISTY

MAKE LOVE TO THE CAMERA, he said. Christy, give me all you’ve got.

I puckered my lips, imagining I was making love to him right there on the beach. It wasn’t hard to picture since I’d been fantasizing about Brent Miller for years. He was older, sexy as sin, and one of the most genuine people I’d ever met. Working in the entertainment industry, that quality was rare.

The man made me purr inside. He was a top-notch photographer and demanded the best. I planned to give it to him. I leaned towards the camera as the surf tickled my bare legs.

That’s great. He snapped more shots, getting closer with each one.

Over a dozen people surrounded us, but I only had eyes for him. Part of me wanted to reach out, grab him and kiss him. His lips seemed so soft. I wanted to feel the scruff on his face scratch against mine.

Brent was one of those men that aged well. He kept his dark brown hair cut short, but long enough to torment me. I wanted to run my fingers through the strands. He got sexier every time I saw him which was more lately since his divorce.

I gazed out at the crystal-clear water of Waimea Bay and smiled. This was the same location where we’d met when I was a youth model fresh on the scene. I had been wide-eyed and totally clueless.

Do you remember the first time we came here? I turned to face him.

He lowered the camera for a second, letting me see his intense, dark eyes. That was a long time ago.

A lot has changed.

Back then, my crush was harmless because he was married, and I was too young. Over the years, we’d both suffered through tragedy. Our losses had bonded us. He was now a single dad, and I was no longer underage and off-limits.

Move deeper into the water and flip onto your back. He wore his tan pants rolled to the knee, showing off his muscular calves as he stepped into the ocean next to me. Let the water lick your skin.

I struggled to catch my breath as the waves splashed my lower body. The weather was warm, and the swells were calm. Most of the surfers had left, leaving the white sandy beach near empty. It would have been better if Brent and I were alone.

The water pounded against me at a slow and steady pace. What I wouldn’t have given to have him between my legs, rocking against me. I tugged on the straps of my swimsuit, revealing more shoulder and more cleavage. Am I wet enough for you?

He grunted and hovered over me, pointing his lens down. Without answering, he took more pictures. Fan her hair across the water, he barked at the assistants.

Two strangers ran into the water and fixed my long, blonde tresses. Brent bent closer. His handsome face was hidden behind his camera. His fingers grazed my shoulder as he pushed the strap further down my arm. My nipples hardened. When I licked my lips, I tasted salt from the water. I wanted to taste him, licking him from top to bottom. Lust and longing must have been written all over my face.

Perfect! Brent took countless pictures as I rolled around in the water. Every inch of me was wet and covered in sand. He stepped away and captured me from different angles. The sun is disappearing fast. Are you cold?

I was burning up. We can keep going.

That’s why I love... working with you. He winked and waved the assistants back. You never complain. Just a few more. You’re doing great.

His praise tickled my heart. I smiled and batted my thick, fake lashes. No rush. I could do this with you all day and all night. I looked around and the entourage had moved out of hearing range. Clothing optional.

He smirked and adjusted his camera. Your image is a little wholesome for racy photos. That’s not the kind of career you’re after.

I giggled. Being a teen idol was cool. But at some point, I had to move to the next level. Working and flirting with Brent always helped the day fly by. If I wanted to have pictures like that taken, is there anyone you’d recommend?

Are you serious? His voice was deep and masculine.

A sliver of his tattoo poked through the top of his white, button-down shirt. The dark ink drew my attention. I wanted to trace the ink pattern with my lips. If it took having him take naked pictures of me to get him to see me as more than a little girl, then hell yes, I was serious.

Maybe. I chewed my lip and tossed my wet hair back. I didn’t get this far in my career by not going after the things I wanted. Would you do it?

The photo shoot was nearly finished, and this was our last night in Oahu. I had to make my move before we returned to Vancouver and my opportunities to be alone with him vanished. It was high time I got my own place, but the prospect of living alone scared me.

He captured more poses but didn’t answer. It was maddening. I was practically naked, riding the surf like it was my long-lost lover and he seemed unaffected.

Something is scratching my back. I stood. Water dripped down my body. Brent can you get it? I thrust my breasts forward, reaching behind my back.

He approached and my body sizzled when his fingers touched my damp skin. Heat radiated from him. He flattened his hand and brushed between my shoulder blades, inadvertently untying the top string of my bikini. I heard his harsh intake of air. Maybe he wasn’t unaffected after all.

Are you practicing for later? I whispered, glancing over my shoulder.

Brent shook his head, but his smile stayed plastered against his face as he tied the strings back together. The prospect of seeing me naked made