Page 10 of The Enforcer

I needed him again. I didn't want him so far away.

"Can you help me," I asked, finally sitting up. "I want to adjust my shirt but I don't think it looks right."

"Okay." He stepped away from the camera and came back to me. "What do you think we should do?"

"I want my breasts spilling out of my top but if I'm going to hold the pose, I need someone to help me unbutton the shirt and position my breasts. Do you think you could help?"

He knelt down in front of me, nodding his head and letting out a grunt. I could see his hardness pressed against his jeans. I knew there was a part of him that wanted me just like I wanted him.

His hands came to the thin shirt and he carefully unbuttoned the first few buttons. Then, he reached into my shirt and gently brought each breast out. His thumb brushed against my nipple and I let out a moan. I felt him stiffen and wait.

I snapped my eyes open so they locked with his. "I think you need to suck on my nipples," I told him. "I want them to look hard because of sex, not because they're cold. I would be able to tell the difference and I want this shoot to be as authentic as possible."

Joaquin nodded his head, his dark eyes going a shade darker. He didn't argue. He didn't tell me that doing that was inappropriate.

He wanted me too.

He leaned in toward my chest, closer. I could feel his warm breath on my bare skin. He was taking his time. I didn't know whether to scream at him or to enjoy the anticipation. My pelvis was pulsing like a kick drum, banging out to a slow beat in a song I had never even heard of before, but somehow knew all the words.

And then, I felt the caress of something wet on my nipple and I forgot I was trying to be cool. I let out another whimper. He stilled in front of me, like he had done something wrong. But I didn't push him away. How could I? So, he licked me again. I grabbed his bare shoulder and gripped it hard, like he was some buoy in the middle of the ocean that was preventing me from drowning.

He was a tease.

I didn't want him to be a tease.

I wanted to feel what it was like for him to suck on my breasts.

"Please," I breathed out.

He pulled back only so he could look into my eyes. His own dark gaze was darker, shaded with desire. I knew this was the threshold, this moment, right here. Whatever I told him to do, he would do it. If I sent him away, he would go. If I didn't...

It amazed me how much power I had over this man.

"Please," I repeated. I didn't have to say more.

One hand snaked behind my back as his head moved forward again. His mouth closed in on my nipple and he sucked it just like I expected him to. I threw my head back, my eyes snapping shut on their own accord, and I pressed him tight to my body because I didn't want him to leave me just yet.

He shifted positions, moving to my other breast and his hand came down and slid into my cunt. I didn't need to encourage him to do it. It was a natural instinct I was so glad he possessed, because I was tired of coming up with excuses for him to touch me.

I let out a moan as his fingers sped up. Jesus, I did not know how something as innocuous as fingers could have so much ability. I was melting into a puddle on the floor because of them. I needed help up.

When my orgasm came, it came unexpectedly. One minute, I was enjoying being in his arms, the next I was shattering against him again. He refused to let up until I pushed him away.

We were both out of breath when he finally sat back and removed his fingers. I grabbed his wrist before he could do anything and pulled it to my lips. Then, without breaking eye contact, I placed his fingers in my mouth.

"How do you taste?" he asked in awe.

"Delicious," I murmured, my mouth still around his fingers.

"Kenna..."

The way he murmured my name, like a storm coming in the distance, low and gravelly.

I wanted more of him.

I tugged at the hand I was still holding. I slid his fingers into my mouth, taking two of them in. He stiffened under my touch. His Adam's Apple bobbed up and down.

"Kenna..."

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