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“Yes!” cried the photographer. “That’s perfect.”
We paused for him to get the shot.
And my mind spiralled. I knew I shouldn’t have said it. She probably thought I was a manipulative piece of shit when it had escaped my lips and—
“That’s okay,” she said to me. “I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t want to. It’s actually incredibly hot. I love how much you want to fuck me. It really gets me off.”
Oh, thank fuck.
But the thought of her getting off on my words alone…
Blood was rushing to my cock, so quickly, I might faint.
“Does it?” I asked and traced her collarbone with the tip of my finger. “And if I told you I wanted to taste you?”
Her weight rested on me as she stilled. I pulled her closer by the small of her back and she leaned her head back, neck bare and far too tempting.
The most natural thing to do, of course, was to reach forward and kiss down her throat. Her breath hitched and my cock grew painful underneath her.
She might act like I didn’t affect her, but I knew I did. There was no way this lust was one-sided. It was too strong.
“Wait, hold it there,” the photographer called. “We need more lighting…”
The team around us scrambled but I used the pause to my full advantage, dragging my tongue down her skin. “I’ll get a taste either way,” I warned her. “If I’ve got to do it in public, I can, you little exhibitionist.”
“Great,” the photographer said. “Do that again and then maybe we’ll get out the punching bag?”
I kissed along her neck, slowly, lips gliding down the pillar of her throat and finishing in the crook of her neck where she jerked in my grip.
“What was the answer, Everly? If I said I wanted to taste you?”
She sat up and said, louder than the rest of our hushed conversation, “I’d tell you it made me wet.”
My breath hitched but I recovered with the proudest smirk.
“But if you want to play that game, I can too,” she said and turned to Livie and the photographer. “Do I have to keep this on?” she asked and released the strap of her bra with a thwack.
The photographer quickly said no, but Livie frowned. “We haven’t coordinated for actual nudity,” she said.
“I’m fine with it,” she called, and between our close bodies, she ran her finger under the waistband of my leather riding trousers.
Livie went to retort but she was already reaching back to undo her bra.
“We approve any photos that get used,” Livie demanded. “And any nudity gets deleted if they are not approved.” There was the click click click of her typing on her iPad. “Sign it.”
The photographer spoke but I was paying them no attention as Everly ground against me, trying to get the clasp undone.
“Here, let me,” I said and reached around to undo it with one hand.
Her face showed alarm as she pressed her chest into mine before pulling the lace free from between us and finally letting me feel those hard nipples against my skin.
My cock fought against the leather, desperate to get to her.
“That’s not the flex you think it is,” she said, dashing all of my hopes and dreams at impressing her. “Just tells me you’ve been with lots of women.”
“Yet there’s only one bra I want to take off,” I said as Livie and the photographer bickered about Everly’s abrupt decision. “One you’re desperate for me to take off too.”
She scoffed but wrapped her arms around my neck, shuffling forward along my dick. Damn. Her.
