Page 54 of Until You

But when they changed positions, Tyler caught Celesta’s glare.

He always had attracted the crazy ones, although Lanie didn’t even come close to that category. Maybe that was why he was obsessing over her.

Holly moved them into a new position, and Lanie stood at Tyler’s side. She instructed Tyler to put his arm around the small of Lanie’s back while she put both hands on his shoulder. He held her closer than necessary, but she didn’t seem to mind, glancing up at him with a knowing smile.

He leaned close and whispered, “I loved watching you come last night, while my tongue licked your—”

“Tyler!” Holly shouted. “You’re supposed to be looking at the camera, and Lanie, what happened to your smile?”

Tyler shot Lanie a grin, feeling satisfied with himself when he saw the lust in her eyes. Her chest rose and fell, pressing her breast into his arm, and it was taking every last thread of willpower to keep from kissing her. Sure, his plan to drive her crazy was working, but it was working on him, too.

They changed positions again, this time with the women facing the men, then glancing over their shoulders at the camera. Tyler’s fingers dug possessively into her hips, holding her tightly against him. He glanced down at her chest, catching a glimpse of the edge of her bra, then back up into her eyes. “Black? I bet you’ll look gorgeous sprawled out on my bed wearing nothing but your black bra and panties.”

She stared up into his face, her eyes hooded, and her breath shallow. “Are you purposely trying to drive me crazy?”

“Is it working?” he asked with a bad-boy smile.

She lifted her eyebrows and answered him with her own wicked grin.

“Lanie!” Holly called out. “You’re supposed to be looking back at the camera.”

Lanie’s eyes gleamed with mischief, then she turned around and did as she was instructed.

The next pose was with the men sitting sideways on the edge of the bridge, and the women standing to their side with their hands on the men’s shoulders. Holly had given the men fishing poles, and had Britt on the bank of the small pond directly underneath Randy so it looked like he was trying to catch her.

Lanie stood next to Tyler and leaned into his ear. “You got to taste all of me, but I didn’t get to taste all of you.”

He glanced back at her and she licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.

Thinking of what she could do with that tongue drove nearly all the blood in his body to his groin. “Shit,” he murmured under his breath as he shifted, trying to relieve the pressure as well as hide the evidence of how turned on he was at the moment. He held the fishing pole over his rapidly increasing erection.

“Oh,” Lanie cooed in his ear. “Do you have another booboo? Do I need to kiss it and make it all better?”

Fuck it all.He turned, about to pull her between his legs and kiss her right there in front of everyone, when a policeman walked up.

“You all got fishing permits?” he asked as he pointed toward the fishing poles.

Holly looked startled. “They’re not really fishing, Officer.”

Tyler secretly thanked the police officer, even if he was currently a pain in Holly’s ass.

The police officer gestured to the men who had fishing pools extended over the side of the bridge. “Looks like they’re fishing to me.”

Tyler stood and gave himself a moment to settle down, preparing himself to intervene if necessary, but he questioned how convincing he’d be with a tent pole in his pants.

“That’s because they’re props,” Holly said. “We’re using them for a photo shoot. The rods don’t have any fishing line or lures on them.”

The officer hooked his thumbs into his belt and scanned the group. “So none of you all have a fishing license?”

Randy started down the bridge toward the policeman, carrying his fishing pole. “I have a license, officer, but as Holly said, none of us are really fishing. You can see the pole.”

“I’m still going to need your license, sir.”

Tyler set his pole on the bridge and gave Lanie a grin. “Don’t go anywhere.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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