Ryan clears his throat, and I’m shaken out of my trance. Jesus Christ, the pull to him is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

His hand grips mine a little tighter before letting go. Once the zing is gone, I bring my fingers to my lips, subconsciously wanting to feel them. I look up to see Flynn watching me, and it’s as if I’m drunk. I’m a little dizzy, feeling really warm, and suddenly have the urge to dance. I want to go up to Flynn and rub my body against him like a cat in heat. I’ve never done drugs, but this must be what Ecstasy feels like.

“Shall we begin?” Ryan asks, pulling both my and Flynn’s attention to him.

“Yes,” Flynn answers, and his deep voice seems to vibrate through me.

I feel like I’m sweating all of a sudden, and I’m worried I’m going to have a heart attack. This can’t be normal. I’ve never had this instant attraction to someone before, and my body doesn't know what to do about it.

Flynn turns back to me and looks me up and down, and I feel like I might as well be naked for the way his eyes scan me. “On your back. Arms above your head. Hips turned the side.”

A shiver runs down my body, and I swear to God I think I just soaked my panties. I’m going to be keeping these after this shoot today. No doubt about that.

I look up into his dark eyes—they look almost black—and do what he asks. Though his eyes are intense, they’re warm, and strangely, I want to please him. I want to do what he tells me to if it makes him happy. Something inside of me needs to follow his instructions.

As I lie back against the soft comforter and pillows, I stretch my arms up over my head, grabbing the bars of the wrought-iron headboard. I keep my knees together and turn my hips to the side, which accentuates the curve of my ass.

If Flynn were to fuck me in this position, he would get to grab my ass as well as my tits.

Closing my eyes, I try to shake off the thought. I don’t know where it came from. I’ve never even had sex before. How would I know what he would do? Now I’m lying here, thinking about him doing just what I envisioned.

“Perfect,” I hear Flynn whisper close to me.

I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, a red ribbon in his hands. He puts one knee on the bed and looks down at me with such intensity, I wouldn’t be surprised if he crawled on top of me and started rutting.

The thought has me biting my lip to keep from moaning. I’m going to masturbate so hard when I get home.

His giant body shadows mine, and I feel tiny beneath him. I’ve never felt so petite and fragile before. His big hands run up my forearms, and I feel electricity flow through me at his touch. It’s as if my body is coming alive for the first time, and now I don’t know if I can control it.

A soft whine leaves my lips, and I don’t know what I’m begging for.

Leaning in a little more, Flynn runs his hands down my arms. “Shhh. Easy, Cali. I’ve got you.”

I feel an ache between my legs like I’m going to combust if I don’t have some friction there soon. But having his hands on me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want him to take them away.

His palms slide up my arms again, and I feel the ribbon move around my wrists. He ties it firmly, but I look up and see the bow he’s made would easily come undone if I pulled.

Once he’s got the ribbon in place, he runs his hands over my forearms one final time before stepping away. I bite my lip to keep another pleading sound from escaping. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to remind myself that we’re not alone.

“Perfect. I’ll take a few from this angle and then we’ll try a few more,” Ryan says, and I hear the camera start to snap.

He takes a few test shots and then guides me through several frames, adjusting me slightly. When I look over to the side and see Flynn standing there, I hear the camera going off like crazy. Ryan must like the shot he’s gotten, but I’m so lost in Flynn’s eyes I have no idea what he’s capturing.

Flynn steps forward, and I hear the camera stop. Our eyes remain locked as he tells me what he wants next.

“I want you from behind.”

I can feel the thick sexual tension rolling between us, and his words make my pussy clench. My breasts ache, and I feel my hard nipples rubbing against the thin lace material. It’s so sheer, he may be able to see them in this bright light. The thought makes me even hotter. Knowing he can see me like this as he puts me in the positions he wants pushes my body closer to the edge. I may just cum if he keeps talking to me like this.

I should be shocked at how I’m responding to him. I don’t even know this guy from a stranger in the street, but dear God, I’ve never felt attraction like this before. The heat between us is burning me alive, and it just might be the sweetest torture ever.

Flynn clears his throat and approaches the bed. “Do you want me to untie you?”

“No,” I’m quick to say, but the word comes out like a moan.

I turn myself over on the bed and lie on my stomach while my hands remain tied. I feel his eyes on my back, and then I hear his knee on the bed again.

“May I touch you?” His words sound pained, like they’re being ripped from him. Meanwhile, my panties are ruined.

“Please,” I say breathily. I’m panting like an animal in heat, and I’m not even ashamed. It’s as if my body has taken over and I’ve thrown my cares to the wind.

I feel his giant hands on my hips as he effortlessly lifts me to my knees. It’s as if I weigh nothing at all, and the feeling of being lifted by him sparks new dirty fantasies. The zing pulses through my body again at his skin on mine, and I close my eyes and lean into him, trying to get more.

After Flynn puts me in position, he steps away, and I ache for him to come back.

He has me sitting up straight with my tied hands gripping the headboard as I look back over my shoulder at the camera. It’s a very sexual pose, so when I look behind me and lock eyes with Flynn, it feels as if he’s making love to me. The heat that passes between us is too much, and I have to close my eyes. If I keep looking at him like this, I’m going to rip this soaked scrap of lace off my crotch and go hump his leg.

Hearing the camera click, I try to focus on the shoot. I move slightly when Ryan needs a certain shot, but otherwise I concentrate on the job and not on the hunk of meat I want to devour like a starved woman.

Maybe after this is over, I can find a way to talk to him. I want his hands on certain areas of my body for an extended period of time, and I need to find a way to make that happen.