Page 83 of Better Left Unsaid

Maria was being directed and slowly starting to untie her robe and slip her arms through the holes before hovering over me. “Hi,” she said, her voice matching her smile—shaky.

I winked, trying to give her the encouragement she needed. “You can do this. It’s okay, and the only one who’s really going to see your body is me,” I whispered, but kept eye contact, trying to make sure she knew I was here for her. Just as I always was.

She nodded but swallowed hard as I watched her throat bob.

It seemed like the plan was to show her a little grace since she wasn’t a model and allow her to lay on me, then rip the robe off her back. Not a bad plan. Not conventional, but not bad, either. And, because this was Maria, I was glad that was the way this was going down. I couldn’t very well have demands, since I wasn’t calling the shots, but if I were, then I would have demanded she be treated like the queen she was.

“Ready?” one of the female directors asked, her hand on the back of Maria’s robe, seemingly ready to take it off her any second.

She let the robe go in the front and braced her arms around me on the sand. “Ready,” she responded, and the woman didn’t hesitate, only took it off completely and left Maria hovering above me stark naked.

“I don’t think I’ll be going to a nude beach anytime soon,” she joked.

I laughed because (a) she was funny, and (b) I knew it would help her relax.

And it did. Her smile grew less forced and intense, and her entire expression loosened up. Her tits gently brushed my abs and, with every rise and fall of her chest, they continued to do that. It was all I could do not to reach up and grab them. But we were on set and in front of other people. Yeah, calm down, I reminded myself.

The photographer started snapping photographs. At this point, we had to stay quiet and let everyone around us do their jobs.

A director instructed, “Okay, Dom, move your arm out of the way.”

Done.

“Now look at Maria like you love her.”

Was he kidding me? Done.

Then the photographer added, “Let us see and feel the love, Dom.” Usually, it was all pretend because the other person wasn’tmyperson, but today, I knew the objective was for it to be realistic, which, let’s be honest, was not a challenge for me.

“Yes,” the director added, “and Maria, stare soulfully into Dom’s eyes, giving us a pouty lip.”

Her eyes turned dark and intense as they remained completely transfixed on mine. If you looked closely—and I’d noticed this many times before, but now I was really noting it and committing it to memory—there was a light brown hue to her iris that was almost hard to notice with how dark they went, but it was there. If you weren’t looking, like really looking, then you could’ve easily missed it, and that would have been a shame because they were beautiful. Like every other part of her.

“Good, stay that way.”

Brother, I could stay like this for the rest of my life and be the happiest son of a bitch on earth. This, my friends, was all I wanted—to have the chance to soulfully stare into Maria’s eyes forever. Was that asking too much?

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Maria

Dom’s cock brushed my belly, and it sent little shivers down my back.

At least it was a distraction from thinking about the way he was looking at me, which was soulful, so soulful. Yes, I knew he was being instructed to do that, but whoa. His intense glare sent chills across my body.

Man, he was really good at this because even I believed we were a real couple, that he cared for me as more than a friend.

Go, you, Dom!Who knew modeling meant you had to be a good actor, too?

I was enjoying every second of seeing him in his element. This was what he was born to do, no question about it.

The director asked us to reposition ourselves on the sand, and the photographer came really close for a few shots as Dom’s teeth nipped at the delicate skin on my neck (as per the direction).

Out of nowhere, a makeup artist came over and gave us a look of fake sweat. “You guys look great,” she expressed and winked at me before running off again.

And you know what? I believed her. Because I felt great. I’d never felt so beautiful, so desired. I knew it was all for show, but hot damn, this was a feeling I could get used to.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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