Ray glanced at his sketchpad for a moment. “Uh…yeah, why don’t you turn around, back towards Calvin. We can get some good shots of you, like, fisting his chest hair or something.”

Perfect. I was already seconds from coming, my entire body strung tight as a hair-trigger. If Cal rocked against me one more time with his cock—firm and long and so fucking right—I was going to orgasm. Here, in front of everyone.

Except I’d never been more unaware of the cameras, the crew, the endless collection of assistants and techs and makeup artists and production designers. Because for the past hour I had his full lips against the sensitive curve of my ear, saying things to me no lover had ever said. Even though I’d thought about it, pined for it, touched myself to it.

I wanted…I wanted this. Him. This gentle, respectful, intellectual demeanor covering up a man who couldn’t control his baser instincts.

Because of me. Because I pushed Calvin to a dark ledge he didn’t want to acknowledge. But we were both racing towards it now.

I turned, taking in his wry expression. “Where do you want Cal’s hands?” I called to Ray, threading my fingers into the thick trail of hair covering his chest.

I pulled. He winced. I pulled again, barely aware of the click click of the shutter lens. “Hot, Lu. Do that again.”

I heard a barely perceptible groan from Cal. So I did it again, his cock stirring against my leg. Calvin liked pain.

Interesting.

“Okay, okay, before you rip his hair out,” Ray said, laughing. “Cal, buddy, hands on her ass.”

I cocked my head, letting my hair whip around. Cal hesitated.

“It’s not…Cal, it’s not real. It’s not sexual. She’s not going to slap you,” Ray said, coming in close. His lens was less than two feet away now.

I re-arranged my face to Ray’s verbal cues: give me vulnerable. Give me smoldering. Cal’s the hot guy at the bar you’re about to take home and devour.

Devour was right.

His hands smoothed down my back and grabbed my ass like he’d been put solely on this Earth to complete that task. I gasped and he caught it, long fingers sliding between my ass cheeks, hauling me against his lean body.

I licked up his neck, tasting sweat and raindrops. “Are you going to fuck me tonight, Calvin Ellis?” I whispered against his ear.

Every muscle in his body tensed. I grinned, loving this shared feeling of power and control.

Although really, he could have shoved me to my knees and demanded I suck him off in front of all these people and I would have done it.

God help me, I would have done it.

“I feel like it’s the least you can do for keeping a girl on edge for days now. Don’t you think?” I bit his ear, dragging the skin between my teeth.

His fingers slipped lower between my ass. My cunt clenched, anticipating his fingers. I splayed my fingers across his chest, then caressed them down to his stomach. He wasn’t a gym rat, wasn’t sculpted and hairless like Taylor. But he had the body of someone who was fit because he wanted to be, not because of some abstract desire to look perfect.

His abs flexed beneath the tips of my fingers and we couldn’t stop looking at each other. Staring at each other. Fuck, after this everyone would have to know, right?

Ray kept calling out cues and I followed them, mindlessly, tapping into some muscle memory I’d developed over the past decade that allowed me to be both innocent and sexy-as-sin all at the same time.

The rain whipped against my skin, freezing, but I barely registered it, because Cal was molten hot everywhere we touched. Lightning cracked against the beach in front of us but neither of us jumped.

Click click click went the camera, then Ray’s voice, a bit tense. “Listen, I think we need to go back. Like soon.”

“Okay,” Cal and I both said at the same time, dreamily staring at each other. His eyes were so green. I wanted Ray to give us the cue to kiss. I’d done it a million times with other models, and if Taylor was here he wouldn’t have hesitated.

“As in…as in now,” Ray said. In the distance, I heard sirens, shaking me out of the moment. I stepped back from Calvin, dazed and trembling. He gripped my elbow, a look of concern on his face.

“Right,” I said, laughing softly. The rain was pelting harder, almost like hail. Thunderclouds loomed in the distance and the sirens were growing louder. “Sorry I didn’t…I hadn’t realized how bad it was getting.”

 Calvin stepped back from the rock, shaking water out of his hair. Joanna stepped forward with a towel and Josie wrapped me in a giant blanket, giving me a squeeze.

“You and Calvin are incredible together.” She squeezed again. “Truly.”

I nodded, barely making eye contact. My lips were shaking and Calvin wouldn’t look at me. The crew and the camera guys were muttering softly, glancing my way as they spoke. Had it been that obvious? Lightning cracked again and this time I swallowed a scream.

“And that’s a wrap, people. We need to get inside,” Ray said, physically pushing me away from the rock and the cliff that would have sent me to my certain death.

I walked, shivering, towards my cabin, only thinking of the words hot and shower. I watched Calvin walk away, back through those gorgeous, towering trees, not even bothering to cover his head.

Stay, I wanted to say, because a hot shower with Cal was suddenly something I wanted more than anything—more than hot tea. More than a good book. Even more than the look of black ink on a crisp white page.

My heart squeezed painfully, a feeling I didn’t recognize.

But I’d read about it.

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