Page 77 of Endgame

My expectant eyes follow her movements, watching as she walks with elegance in her red bikini, the smoothness of her perfectly sculpted thick legs and tight stomach, inviting me to drag her off this island so that no one can see this part of her. She’s headed straight towards me in the water.

I hate that everyone can see her like this.

Because I’ve never been able to bite my tongue, I call out as she reaches my front, “Where’s your cover-up, Dakota?”

She shoots me a dirty look, looking cute as hell in her anger. I love that it’s directed at me. “What does it look like, Callaway?”

Blair is observing our chatter, most likely confused as towhy I’d be so upfront in asking something like that to our photographer.

“It looks like you’re practically naked in front of men with wandering eyes.” I don’t have to come out and say Devin’s name for her to know the meaning behind my words.

Her sass is my favorite thing. “Take a look down, Callaway. If one of us is more naked than the other, I’d say it’s you.”

Shit. She’s right. I’m being overbearing. Do I care enough to stop?

Nope. Never gonna happen.

“Go cover up, Dakota. Today is not the day to test my patience.”

I may end up regretting this. Or getting my balls chopped off by the beautiful woman giving me a silent death glare at the moment.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

She looks away quickly, suddenly ignoring my presence altogether.

Fuck. I took it too far.

Choosing not to spare me another glance, Dakota’s eyes find Blair in question, “Do we have a plan for the shots, or do I have the freedom to choose?”

Brave girl, taking what’s yours.

Shaking his head, likely being thrown off by our bickering, he gives her what she wants to hear. “Balls in your field. Keep things appropriate and make it sexy.”Field?Good one, Blair.

Dakota nods as Blair walks out of the water and onto the shore, letting her do her thing.

She’s focusing on the waves like there’s a chance they’ll take her with them to avoid this moment. Not on my watch.She can ignore me, but there’s no way I could ever pretend she’s not here.

“Where would you like me?”

Bat and glove in hand, I’m ready for her to have her way with me. In more ways than one, but when that time comes, I’ll make damn sure I can give her what she needs. Let’s hope she doesn’t murder me before I have a chance to make good on that promise.

“We’ll start with some simple portrait shots. Make sure to act as candid as possible to ensure the pose looks believable, and then we will move on to the more risqué ones.”

I’m now with professional Dakota.

I can’t help it. I wiggle my eyebrows at her in a more than suggestive gesture. I know she’d kick me if we were alone, and I’d love every second of it.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”

I’ll do anything to make her not mad at me anymore. “You can’t be mad at me, sweetheart.”

Grabbing the bat and glove from my hands, she turns back to get into position behind the camera, ignoring me completely and most likely earning me another eye roll.

Fuck. I can now confirm my thong theory.

My frustration is now warranted.

Portrait shots go by in a breeze, while my mind is on autopilot, traveling to another place entirely. Dakota is about to strip me down, and I’m ravenous to have her dainty hands on me. Maybe not where I’d prefer the destination of them to be, but all the same, I’ll take what I can get.

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