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The pretense of the real estate shoot evaporated. It wasn't about the house anymore. It was about the undeniable, unexpected heat between a confident woman who knew what she wanted and a younger man who was bold enough to ask for it.

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

“I should probably finish the shoot,” he whispered. The pretense of the real estate shoot evaporated

The afternoon sun, thick as honey, poured through the bay window of the suburban Chicago kitchen. Claire, 42, ran a hand through her cascade of copper-red hair, a shade that had never come from a bottle. She was waiting for the real estate photographer, a young man named Leo, who was supposed to shoot the newly renovated space for the listing. “Claire, please,” she said, stepping aside

“You know your light,” she said, leaning against the island.

What followed was a slow, deliberate unraveling. Leo kissed her, not tentatively, but with a hungry appreciation. He discovered that her red hair smelled of vanilla and something floral. He learned that the curve of her neck was breathtakingly sensitive. Claire, in turn, found a delightful surprise in his patience. He was not a boy in a hurry; he was a man who understood the power of anticipation.