The bulge in his pants and the hunger in his eyes makes it more than evident what we’re doing is affecting him too. Adam is my guardian and I am his ward. For years, our relationship has been so innocent. It’s amazing how one moment can change everything.

What we’re doing is way past the line of inappropriate. It’s taboo. We should stop. We should tell Victor we can’t take any more pictures. But we keep going as Victor directs us into our final pose.

The dirtiest one of them all.

Adam sits on the bottom edge of the bed and I sit in the space between his legs. His right arm wraps around me, his hand cupping me over my bra. His hand flat against my stomach, Adam drags his lips along my neck right up to the spot just under my ear.

I moan softly, gripping his thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassed that Victor and Daphne are watching and aware of my reaction to Adam’s touch.