Page 64 of Obsessed Heir

Only Barron isn’t behind me now. Is he having second thoughts too? I smother the urge to glance over my shoulder. After what he did to me earlier with those wicked fingers, I’d want to shrivel up if I’m met with that look of disdain.

“Barron,” Holly snaps, to get his attention. “Your right arm over her chest,” she continues in a normal tone. “The left at her waist.”

He moves in close, his suit brushing against me, and brings his arm to cover my breasts. Saliva pools in my mouth again as I move, not knowing what to do with myself.

“This okay?” he asks gruffly.

“Abby, left cheek toward your shoulder,” Holly directs while she has the camera click several times. “Let’s try…” She tilts her head. “Can you bring your hands up to grasp his biceps?” She holds her hands up, showing where she wants me.

I match her example, my fingers curling around his arm. Part of me wants to squeeze the solid muscle and see if it’s as hard as it seems.

“Hmm, can you move your left hand up to cup his cheek…” Holly says, pushing the limit.

Oh dear.Several images of him, all kinds of pissed off, flash through my mind. Even that doesn’t change the fact my nipples are stiff peaks against his sleeve.I’ve come this far…

Swallowing nervously, I move to do as she asks. His hand settles at the edge of my breast, his fingers stretching out alongside of my body. The same fingers he buried in my folds a few minutes ago.

I glance up, meaning to avoid poking his eye out, but I meet his gaze for a brief second. There’s no anger, no ridicule, no smug amusement, or mocking grin. Just a man looking me in the eye…making moisture pool between my thighs.

I tear my gaze away, concentrating on cupping his cheek while trying to keep my fingers from trembling. His skin is warm and utterly smooth past the line of his beard. Whatever else I expected, it wasn’t the shot of desire that runs down my center, leaving me aching.

“Okay, I think we’re done here.”

Holly’s voice, sounding entirely too satisfied, intrudes on the moment. It’s like she literally burst a bubble around me. The weight of responsibility, of what I agreed to do, falls away. I pull my hand back and bring my other arm up under his, covering myself. The hard tips pressed against my forearm and palm send heat through my cheeks.

I bend down to retrieve my dress from the floor. My hip bumps up against the unmistakable evidence of his arousal, stopping me in my tracks. I should loath the fact his body’s this close to mine.

Instead, my pulse echoes between my thighs, triggering another mortifying release of moisture from my traitorous body.

“I’ve got it,” I croak, my voice sounding strangled and hoarse even to my own ears. I hold out a hand to stop him. This little encounter has left me out of sorts. I don’t need anything else making it worse.

I lower myself, setting my knee on the plush carpet for a second to maintain my balance. Then I push up, clutching the dress to my chest.

In a useless attempt for a sliver of modesty, I turn to give both of them my back. Doing my best to ignore Barron’s presence, I slip one arm into a sleeve then the other.

“These are fantastic,” Holly gushes, focusing on the camera’s rear screen. “You two have ridiculous chemistry.”

I run my hands along the slits in the skirt, straightening the dress. Then I let my hair fall forward to cover my chest again, avoiding a glance at my nipples. I’ll die if they’re poking out between the strands.

I can’t muster the nerve to look at Barron, and I won’t let Holly talk me into anything else. I’ve already gone way beyond anything I could have imagined when I agreed to help.

“I’ll head back to my room.” I don’t even give her a chance to say a word as I hurry past her to fumble with the knob.

As soon as I shut the door, I exhale in a rush. Tension, embarrassment, and fear flow out, leaving me weak.

Stop it. The man hates you.

I fold my arms tightly across my body as I start down the hallway.

I’m not as steady as I should be. My legs tremble beneath me. I reach out to brace myself against the wall, needing the extra support to make it down the corridor.

Turning the corner into the kitchenette, blessed relief courses through me as cool, clean air fills my lungs. I can see where I’m going, and it doesn’t feel like I have something dangerous nipping at my heels.

Halfway across the living area, I realize the blackout curtains are open. I avert my face, rushing the last few steps to avoid glancing outside.

If anyone’s in the room, they’ll be wondering why I’m hurrying through without bothering to say hello. Honestly, I’m not sure I could manage a conversation right now anyway.

All I want is to get to my room and drag the covers over my head. Although I don’t know what I’m hiding from. I basically bared it all to Barron and even allowed him to touch it.

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