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Leo nodded, already lifting his camera to his eye, framing a shot of the quartz countertops. Claire watched him work. He moved with a quiet confidence, adjusting angles, noticing the light. He wasn't just clicking; he was seeing . When he knelt to get a low shot of the breakfast nook, his gaze flicked from the viewfinder directly to her.

He lifted her onto the cool granite of the kitchen island, the afternoon light now painting stripes of gold across her pale skin. Every touch was a conversation, a quiet negotiation of pleasure. The only sounds were their shared breaths, the soft whisper of fabric, and the occasional creak of the leather sofa when they eventually moved there. mompov redhead

Claire laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. “You already got the only shot that mattered.” She propped herself up on an elbow. “Dinner first. I make a mean lasagna. Then, maybe we try the master bedroom lighting.” Leo nodded, already lifting his camera to his

He grinned. “Now that’s a listing I’d pay full asking price for.” He wasn't just clicking; he was seeing

“I should probably finish the shoot,” he whispered.

“Claire, please,” she said, stepping aside. “And thank you for the rush. The market is insane right now.”