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Not that I was paying attention to what Evert was saying, or what Brodie or Holls were doing behind us. How could I with Ronin’s huge, hard cock snug against my ass? How many times over the years had we hugged, cuddled, wrestled? Too many times to count. But suddenly, it was like I was sitting in the arms of a stranger. A hot, sexy stranger who knew me better than anyone.

A man I wanted to fuck.

And judging by his erection, I wasn’t the only one. Holy hell, a filthy image of me ripping these jeans off and riding Ro flashed in my mind. And then I had to do just that, sit on Ronin’s lap. This was the sexiest photo shoot we’d ever done, and that was saying a lot.

As I got into position, Ronin’s arms trembled, surprising me. I straddled his hips as instructed, and then his hands snuck up and over my chest. It wasn’t the most intimate touch I’d ever experienced but it sure as fuck felt like it, his rough fingertips sparking ripples of hot need along my skin.

Even though we weren’t alone. And touching each other was nothing new to us.

I didn’t think it was possible to faint while sitting down but I was about to prove otherwise. My nipples were hard, begging to be teased, the silver piercings rubbing against my sensitive skin. Ro’s fingers were just shy of them, and fuck, I wanted to move his hands north.

I was sweating hard, and between his callused grip and the slick oil, my skin was on fire. Every time Ronin so much as breathed against my neck, or shifted his hips in the slightest, I was fighting back the urge to moan out loud. As soon as we were done here, I was going to find the nearest bathroom to rub one out. Or risk coming in these damn jeans like a teenager.

I had no idea what kind of expression was on my face, but Evert seemed pleased as he moved closer to us and snapped away.

“That’s it. Right there,” Evert muttered as he worked. “Jesus, that’s beautiful.”

Yeah, I couldn’t argue with that. I’d never felt more aware of my body or Ronin’s. I could only imagine the intense expression on my face.

Evert paused and finally lowered his camera. “Okay, this set is done. Time for an outfit change. Next up, we’ll have you pose individually, and then another group photo.”

His clipped words hit me like a bucket of ice water.

Ronin’s hands slipped away, and I swallowed hard at the loss.

Evert’s assistant handed us towels and I gratefully wiped my face and held it over my lap as I slid away from Ronin’s body and stood up. But I moved too fast, unsteady, keeling forward when a strong hand gripped me and held me upright.

“You okay, boo?”

Was I okay? No, Ronin, I’m so fucking far from okay.

“Fine. I must’ve slipped on the carpet.”

On my tongue, more like it.

“Are you all right?” I asked him.

What the hell had just happened? Was he turned on just because, or because of me? Not that this was the time or place for that. If there ever was. Fuck.

As soon as I felt steady, I pulled my arm away. Glancing up at Ronin, he was looking anywhere but at me. Had he seen my hard on? Did I embarrass him? Nah, we’d seen each other naked so many times that neither one of us batted an eye. Same thing with sex. We’d seen it all. It couldn’t be that.

But what if… did he have any clue as to I felt about him? Suddenly the fear of losing my best friend was all too real and my stomach clenched painfully.

“That was incredible,” Averell announced as he stepped up to us, giving me a long once over. “The fans are going to go wild when they see those pictures.”

He gave me another flirty grin and I was tempted to take him up on his offer, if only to prove that my feelings for Ronin could be overcome.

This had potential disaster written all over it. But what the hell? I needed to let off my frustration and why not with a sexy, powerful guy like Averell? Nothing like starting off a new contract with a bang. A literal one.

I smiled back and wiped my chest with the towel, watching the way Averell ran his eyes down my body. While I didn’t have huge biceps and a broad chest like Ro, I was toned, and worked out regularly. More so since my time in rehab when working out was my only means of stress relief. When we were on tour, I sweated off the pounds every week, so it was necessary to take care of my body.

Weird thing was, I wasn’t feeling much of anything from Averell’s attention. My cock was still half-hard, but it wasn’t for him. Still, if I didn’t fuck someone, anyone, I’d be wallowing again. And that’s the last place I needed to be. Nothing good came of it.

“I have to get back to my office, but I’ll see you guys for lunch,” Averell stated and glanced at me again.

“Looking forward to it,” I replied and licked my lips, walking closer to him so only he could hear. “In fact, how about a drink later?”

“At the party?” he asked.

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