Suggest you try it

You let your hand slide a fraction of an inch higher up Lauren’s inner thigh, feeling the intense, trembling heat radiating through her skin. Her breath is coming in shallow, ragged puffs now, her gaze entirely locked onto yours while Paige watches every single micro-movement from across the table.

“Tell you what,” you rumble, your voice dropping into that smooth, commanding tone that always makes Lauren’s knees go weak. “Let’s do a test run. We try it this afternoon. Just a short, explicit scene right here in the comfort of our own cabin.”

Lauren’s hazel-flecked eyes widen, her chest heaving against her blouse. “a…a test run?”

“Yeah,” you say, a slow, roguish grin spreading across your face as you squeeze her thigh gently. “We let Paige set up her gear. We do exactly what we love to do behind closed doors, and we let her capture the magic. Once it’s all edited and polished, you and I sit down and watch the final cut. If you feel even a single second of discomfort, if you look at it and decide you hate the idea of anyone else seeing it... we pull the plug. We don’t send it anywhere.”

Lauren blinks, her mind racing as she tries to find a flaw in the logic, but the sheer erotic weight of the proposal is completely paralyzing her defenses.

“We just... keep it?” she whispers, her voice thick with a sudden, scandalous curiosity.

“Exactly,” you purr, leaning in a little closer so she can feel the masculine warmth radiating from your chest. “We keep it for ourselves. A private, high-definition, beautifully shot tape of us fucking. A little souvenir of what a half-million-dollar couple looks like in motion. No pressure, no risk. What do you say, honey?”

A breathless, nervous giggle escapes Lauren’s lips, her cheeks burning a deep, vibrant crimson. She looks over at Paige, who is sitting perfectly still, her lips slightly parted and her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the building tension.

“I... I suppose...” Lauren stammers, her voice trailing off as she swallows hard, her traditional boundaries completely dissolving under the intoxicating heat of the moment. “I suppose we could... look at a test run.”

Paige’s eyes light up with immediate, professional hunger. “I can have my primary camera body and a low-profile prime lens unpacked and calibrated in ten minutes,” she says, her voice a hushed, eager whisper. “The afternoon spring sun should be hitting the windows perfectly right now. The lighting will be absolutely gorgeous on your skin, Lauren.”