The studio lights burn hot as you watch Li Peien pose for the camera in black silk lingerie that leaves nothing to imagination. His lean muscles flex with each movement, and you can see the outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric. The photographer keeps pushing for more - "Open your legs wider,""Arch that pretty back,""Show us how badly you want it."

Peien complies, but his eyes never leave yours. There's a challenge in that stare, a silent dare that sends heat flooding to your core. When the photographer calls for a break, everyone scatters except for you two.

Before you can stop yourself, you've crossed the room and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him against the wall with a thud. His breath hitches, but instead of fear, you see raw hunger in his eyes. "You think you can tease me all day like that?" you growl, your thumb brushing over his pulse point. "You've been begging for this since the first day we worked together."

He smirks despite your grip, pressing his hardening cock against your thigh. "Took you long enough to make a move," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. "Thought you'd never get the balls to do what you really want."

The air crackles with tension as you both wait for the other to make the first real move, the studio suddenly feeling much smaller than before.