Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband
Chapter 43: Photoshoot

Chapter 43: Photoshoot

"A little higher, please."

Aiden adjusted his hand, carefully sliding it up as Serena shot a sharp glare at the photographer. What was this man thinking? Did he believe they were filming some kind of romantic-erotic drama? The whole setup felt absurd to her. Why on earth did they need such intimate poses for this wedding shoot? Weren’t a couple of formal pictures enough. Heck, she’d even be willing to do a few hand holding poses. But this... this was too much!

The photographer, scrutinizing them from behind his lens, suddenly frowned. "Mr. Hawk," he began, his tone more insistent, "you need to hold her with more possessiveness. The kind of grip that sends a clear message to anyone looking—that she belongs to you and no one else. Your hand should rest just so, with your arm nestled right in the valley of your wife’s breasts... You understand?"

Aiden felt Serena stiffen at the man’s words and knew that the poor photographer was in grave danger without even realizing it. As he shouted at him to hold Serena tighter, he felt Serena prepare to walk to him.

With her body leaning on him, he felt her body tense, every muscle ready to spring into action and give this man a piece of her mind. Sensing the shift in her, he tightened his grip on her waist, preventing her from stepping forward. The sudden pressure made her pause, and she turned her head to look up at him, her eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and challenge. He dared to try and hold her like that?

But before she could give him a dressing down, he leaned close to her and whispered," Think of grandmother."

Serena rolled her eyes, her annoyance barely contained as she turned her head. "At this rate," she muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you’ll expect me to sleep with you while thinking of Grandma."

Aiden’s expression shifted, a flicker of heat igniting in his eyes. He moved even closer, his breath warm against her skin as he whispered back, his voice low and charged with intent, "When we sleep together, I can promise you one thing—you won’t be thinking of Grandma, or anything else for that matter."

The unexpected intensity in his words sent a shiver down Serena’s spine, catching her off guard. For a moment, the irritation faded, replaced by a different kind of tension, one that was far more dangerous. She quickly masked it with a scoff, but the air between them had undeniably shifted even as she challenged," When? Quite over confident, aren’t you? It is more of a matter of if..."

"My hand is right on top of your heart, Serena. Don’t think you can lie to me at this rate. I can feel it throbbing..."

Before Serena could retort, the photographer, having observed their interaction with a growing sense of satisfaction, suddenly cleared his throat. "All right, everyone, that’s enough for now," he announced. He was rather pleased with the shots he had captured and adjusted his equipment with a sense of accomplishment, already counting the money he was going to receive for these priceless shots by Mabel Hawk and continued, "We’ve got some excellent photos, so let’s change things up a bit for now..."

"Mr. Hawk, why don’t you take a seat? Serena, you’ll walk behind him and embrace him from behind. Similar to the way Mr. Hawk held you earlier, you should hold him possessively."

As Aiden settled into the chair, Serena walked in from behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. But the photographer immediately frowned and shook his head. Slide your hand downwards. I want your right hand over his stomach, as if you are feeling up his abs and your left on his right nipp*e."

"What?!" Aiden and Serena looked at the photographer in horror but the man seemed oblivious as he said impatiently," Just do it, Mrs Hawk. Place your hand there. If you can’t find it, I can help wiht Mr Hawk’s.

Hurriedly, Serena placed her hands on his stomach while Aiden grabbed her hand and brought it to the place, worried that he might just be molested by the photographer.

Serena chuckled at his haste and subtly flinched her fingers, feeling the hard bead under them, and watched him stiffen. This time, she was the one who leaned down and whispered into his ear," Its not so fun now that the tables have turned is it? Now you know how hard it is."

Aiden clenched his jaw and stared at her before looking away. He needed to concentrate on something else so that other things would not harden in response to the touch, but he couldn’t resiste teasing her, "I’ve always known. But if you were to move your hands a little but further, you might be able to see exactly how ’hard’ something is."

Serena blinked at the words and sent him a warning, but his expression was as mischievuous as ever. Narrowing her eyes, she leaned her face closer to his face and then gently bit on his ear.

While both of them sucked in a sharp breath as the contact, the photographer swore. Dar*! This couple should have been in dramas. The chemistry between them would burn through the screen and make any show an instant hit..

While he hated to break them apart, he didn’t think they would enjoy having him take any more pictures so he cleared his throat and turned away. "Alright. For the next part, we will take only a few more simple pictures. Follow me..."

"Both of you can change over in the dressing room while I adjust the lighting to a more natural one since this shoot is outside."

Aiden and Serena both breathed in relief as they walked out of the bedroom. At least outside they would not be subjected to such torture. They could not have imagined how wrong they would be in that assumption...

And so, as they stood outside in the garden, Serena glraed at the photographer and threatened him bodily harm as she heard his suggestion... She was going to kill him!

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