Camera Chemistry — Chelsea Curto

When I agree to help my best friend with a photo shoot involving a stranger, I don't expect to hit it off with the guy posing in the photos with me. Somehow, I do.

There's an undeniable heat between us, and electric energy surges through my veins whenever he touches me. When he invites me back to his place for a one-night stand after we finish the shoot, I don't even hesitate.

He's attentive, funny, sweet and kind. And his mouth is downright filthy, hearing my fantasies and delivering on every one. It's only twenty-four hours, no strings attached. That's it. Except there's one tiny problem; he makes me feel more alive than I have in my entire life.

I can't stop thinking about him, and I'm wondering if he's thinking about me, too. I try to tell myself it's just camera chemistry. Adrenaline from a fun photography session, not actual attraction. There's no way men like this exist in real life, is there? If so, Aiden Wood is the blueprint, and I'm the sucker who's desperate for more of him. One night wasn't enough.