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The Photoshoot - [CEO!Max]

A/N: for Garrixer_06

TAGLIST: onebeelover HKANE_10 MariPecs10 MariaThepld Tasha_Stan_Shady ferraritastic Marieke_FZ Littlemissunnoticed

WORDCOUNT: 1653

SYNOPSIS: Your husband & CEO of a top-notch company has a photoshoot with Esquire, in which he looks like a five-course meal, and you can't stop teasing him till he finally takes you back to the dressing room.

WARNINGS: nsfw (unprotected sex, public sex)

You leaned back against the chair that was put behind the camera man for you. Stylists were adjusting Max' tailored suit, hairdressers adjusted small strands of his hair with hairspray, beauticians brushed their brushes over his face. Max looked absolutely incredible, and you were very grateful that he had taken you along to his photoshoot with Esquire. He's going to be on the cover of the next issue, and you couldn't wait to see the results. They all moved away from Max now his look was done. His eyes looked so bright with all the lights focussed on him. He was told to sit back on the leather sofa that was put in the studio, the photographer giving more instructions for his pose before shooting a couple shots. You barely heard what the people asked him to do, you could only focus on the way he was sitting, his hands pushed in the pockets of his slacks, half a grin on his face that could have your panties dropping right away. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, crossing your legs.

You could see snippets of the pictures that were shot on the monitor, before they flickered away and a new one was made. You knew it would make every woman gush all over them, and a warm fire was started in the pit of your stomach at the thought that you were the one going home with him after this shoot, wearing the ring around your left hand, not leaving his side ever. You watched how they put Max in other positions, one where he smiled brightly as well, another serious one that made you feel as if the temperature was rising very quickly in the studio. Max made the mistake to flicker his eyes over to one once, and he groaned under his breath. He had already complimented you on how beautiful you looked today. Your hair was freshly done this morning, even though you weren't even the one in the photoshoot. Your strands had felt soft and silky between his fingers, and he loved the skirt you were wearing, the top tucked into it, showing off your beautiful curves and your figure in general.

Max's eyes peered over at you, attempting to ignore the sultry look in your eyes, and he tried to focus on what the photographer was telling him. After another five minutes, it was luckily time for a break and Max could get off set to join you. "Babe..." he already started before you could say anything, and you innocently looked up at him. "You have to stop looking at me like that," Max muttered, his fingertips grazing your face before they lifted your chin. "Like what?" you dared to ask, feeling a rush of heath drift between your thighs when his eyes visibly darkened. "You know how," Max bit. "Stop it, it's distracting," he hummed, pressing a kiss to your plump lips. "That's the point," you purred, smoothing out the fine button-up he was wearing, the material just perfectly tight around his chest and biceps, capturing the small of his waist. His slacks fitted so well, too, and you couldn't resist pulling him a little closer to you by the loops, your nails teasing the inside of his thigh before he caught your hand in his. The look in his eyes told you everything, and it made your heart beat a little faster with adrenaline.