Dallas
I order Evan to lift her hips so I can tug her jeans off. They land on the floor. My hands find her upper thighs and I squeeze. “Don’t move unless I move you.”
She squeezes her eyes shut and nods furiously. My dick is growing harder with every passing second, and it’s not going to be hard before it becomes painful to even move.
Especially with what I’m planning to do.
I ease her legs apart and bite back my groan. I can tell how wet she is from here. If we were alone—if I was single—I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. I’d rip those lace panties right off of her and lick right up her center.
Fuck.
Her perfect tits rise and fall as she breathes shallowly.
I realize Britain’s trying to instruct me.
“Jesus, Dallas. Yes, we all know Rylan’s hot, now shut your jaw and stay in control.”
I yank my mouth shut and take a deep breath through my nose. Remain in control. Remain in control.
“Tie up her feet,” says Andrea.
Tie up her feet? “With what?”
I look over at Andrea, and she nods toward my chest.
Of course, idiot.
I push Evan’s knees together and reach up, undoing the knot of my tie as quickly as possible. Evan whimpers again, a noise I wish she’s stop making because I’m starting to lose my mind. When the tie is free from my neck, I wrap the fabric into a knot around her ankles. Her toes curl, and I pinch the big one on her left foot. She gasps.
“Don’t move,” I growl, more so out of my sexual frustration than anything else, “or this punishment will be much worse for you.”
When I meet her eyes, she’s giving me a strange look, as though she’s thinking hard about something.
And then she curls her toes again.
I don’t take the time to second guess my actions, my hands scooping up her back and legs. I flip her over to her stomach and she cries out in surprise.
Andrea wolf-whistles. Britain drops her camera. “You okay, Ry?”
“Shut up, Brit,” Evan gasps. “Let the man work.”
“Cup her ass,” says Andrea, and then bend forward, like your whispering into her ear.
I drag my hand up her soft thigh, the perfect globe of her ass fitting right into my hand.
Britain instructs Evan to arch her hips and look at the camera. I lower my head to the ear facing me. When her hair brushes against my lips, something inside me snaps. Dancing with her like this is a slow, torturous death, and I can’t take it anymore. I open my mouth and catch her earlobe, scraping my teeth against her tender flesh. She moans my name softly and I almost lose it right there.
I hear Andrea say, “This would be good for a finale pose.”
Britain’s snapping pictures like crazy. “Agreed,” she finally says, letting the camera drop. “I think that’s a wrap guys.”
I straighten, trying to control my
breath.
Britain fans herself with her hand. “Damn, is it hot in here or is
it just you two?” She winks at me and Andrea opens the door. The
two of them step out of the office to get some fresh
air.”
“Help,” Evan pleads.
“Oh, shit.” Gently, I unwind the belt from her hands, and she rolls over to her back. Her slate eyes are glassy, her lips are swollen, like we actually just got finished screwing each other. This only turns me on more.
“I can get that,” she says.
“It’s fine.” I work at loosening the knot at her ankles. “It’s the least I can do after that.”
“Dallas Whitley,” she says my name breathlessly, and I glance away from her feet to watch her arch off the desk and stretch her arms out in front of her. Her tan body glistens with the sheen of sweat. “You are so lucky to aren’t single right now.”
My hands freeze on the loosened knot. “Why’s that?”
Without breaking her gaze with me, she says, “Because if you were, after putting me through that little number, I’d make you get me off.”
She can’t be serious.
“You can’t be serious.”
She sighs wipes her forehead with the back of my hand, and releases a throaty laugh. “Oh my God,” she says. “I can’t believe I just said that. The heat is making me delirious or something.” She looks down at her feet. “You going to take all day on that knot, or what?”
^^^^
When I’m back at my apartment, I throw my keys on the table and yell Tricia’s name.
I’ve had a raging hard-on since the shoot. I’m sure the girls noticed it, but at this point, I really couldn’t give a fuck.
I just need to get off. I need to get off now.
I yell Tricia’s name again before I see her handwritten note on the fridge.
Boss took me to dinner. Back at 11. OXOX
I curse and stalk down the hall, ripping off my shirt before I make it to the bathroom. I think about taking a cold shower, but why torture myself any more than I’ve already been tortured today?
I pull off my slacks and make sure the water is steaming before stepping in. I groan when the burning hot jet engulfs me, and my mind jumps to Evan. Of the way she bought into the charade as soon as I began to touch her. The way she moaned my name. How soaked her panties were.
I take hold of my cock and begin to stroke. In a matter of moments I finally have my release. But even after I’m finished, I can’t get my mind off of her.
But that’s normal. Even when I’m in love, it’s normal to feel this way about a beautiful girl like Evan, right?
She’s just a fantasy. Like if I were to go rent a porno right now while Tricia’s gone and watch it by myself. All guys do shit like that.
It’s just my dick that’s making me feel this way about Evan Cosette. It has to be.