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like Tito if you’d like.”

“No fucking way.”

She laughed again and attached a lens. “I won’t take photos of your celebrated manhood . . . or at least not many photos. After all, we’ve toasted it, so we should capture it in its glory. But those will be just for me.”

“Does that mean I get to photograph your breasts?”

She shrugged. “If you’d like.”

“You’re serious?” he asked in disbelief as he rolled onto his back.

“They’re only breasts. It’s not like you’re going to show them around to all your buddies, are you?”

“God, no. I don’t share well.”

She flashed him another grin as she stood up and moved to the window. Bright daylight flooded the room when she pulled the drapery to one side. She turned to study him. “I knew the morning light would work well with your angles.”

“Is that photographer dirty talk? Because it’s working.”

“Be a good boy and I’ll tell you all about ISO speeds.”

“I knew it was dirty talk. You’ve given me a hard-on.”

She snorted. “You already had one.”

“It doesn’t take much. All I have to do is think of you.”

“Down boy. No condoms. Remember?”

“It’s all I can think about.”

She laughed. “Roll onto your side and prop up on your elbow. Yes. Just like that.”

He held the pose, looking up at her. “Libby, my manhood’s hanging out in all its glory.”

She held up her camera to frame the shot. “Your manhood’s not in the photo. I’ll let you know when it is.”

For the next twenty minutes she had him pose in multiple positions. With each shot, she got more and more excited. After she and Noah had had their disagreement over her engagement, she’d lost all spark for her art. But now it was back full force. Noah was her muse. “The camera loves you, Noah.”

“I’m more interested in the photographer loving me.”

“She does. Especially since you’re the perfect model.”

“So you’re basically just using me for my body.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“God, no. But if you’re going to take photos of my manhood, you’ll never find it more impressive than it looks now. You have no idea how sexy you are photographing me, both of us naked.”

She laughed as she sat down next to him. Leaning in as if to kiss him, she instead held the camera sideways and took several rapid-fire shots of his crotch.

“Hey!” he protested.

“You told me to,” she said with a sly grin. “Besides, you’re right. It’s very impressive. And oh so tempting.”

He kissed her slow and gentle, his teeth nibbling her lower lip. It was impossible to imagine being happier than she was at this moment. Could life really be like this?

Noah took the camera from her and slowly pushed her back onto the bed. He guided her onto her side, her back to him as he lifted the camera to his eye.

“You do realize you can’t see my breasts,” she teased, looking over her shoulder at him.

“I don’t want to take photos of your breasts with your camera.” He snapped several shots as he moved around her. “That’s for my phone. And my eyes only.”

He took several more shots before she leaned back against the pillows. “Get your phone. If you’re going to photograph my breasts, do it now before I shower.”

He slid off the bed and dug around in his suit jacket, then pulled out his phone. “Oh, shit. My phone has blown up in the last twelve hours.”

“Why?”

He stood and scanned the screen. “Gram.”

Libby sat up, her breath catching with worry. “What about Gram?”

“She tweeted a photo of us at the chapel.”

It took Libby a moment to put it together. “Megan and Blair saw it.”

“Yeah.” His voice was tight.

“Why do you sound so upset?”

He sighed and put the phone on the nightstand. “You need to call them.”

Anger simmered in her chest. “Why are they upset? Because they weren’t invited?”

He sat on the bed and picked up his phone again, opening his Twitter app. “You need to see the tweet, Lib.” He handed her the phone and she looked at the photo on his screen.

It showed the two of them in their wedding attire with Tito in his costume behind them—diaper, wings, and harp.

Oh shit.

“They’re pissed at me, and they’re worried about you.”

“Why?”

“Look at it, Libby.” He held the phone up in front of her. “They think we got drunk and I took advantage of you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ve been like the poster boy for anti-marriage.”

“Well, maybe they think you only married me because of the