look at her wrong. Here I was standing here with watchful eyes lest he get too close.
She’d turned the tables on me.
I was played.
By my own damn game.
Abruptly, I pulled away. Without my body there to support hers, Joey stumbled forward. With a low swear, I reached for her.
As I steadied her, I caught a flash of boob.
My dick throbbed.
“We’re done,” I barked. My hands were still on her, so I pulled the shirt up, taking a moment to flip the collar up around her neck and button several of the buttons.
“Lor—”
I snarled. Her voice fell away.
My body spun. I watched the man bustle around, turning off most of the lights and the fans. The music cut off.
The three of us were left in a shadowy, partially lit square box.
“I’ll send the proof of the cover over for final approval before I submit it,” he said, looking at me.
I was pretty sure the contract I signed said all images were the magazine’s and I had no say.
“You do that,” I replied. I wanted to make sure he wasn’t trying to pull a fast one by putting her half naked on a magazine just to make money.
I’d never cared about this shit before. Hell, I looked at nudie magazines and watched porn just like every other guy.
But not her.
She was off-limits.
The man nodded sagely.
“She needs to change,” I said, a hint of steel in my implication.
He scurried out of the box faster than I thought he was capable. I shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
Joey was standing there with her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“I like when you cuss,” I said, staring at her mouth.
She rolled her eyes. “I know you’re an ass, but what the hell possessed you to go off like that?”
“Say one more filthy word,” I warned, taking a menacing step toward her.
My blood was pounding in my veins. Sweat clung to my shoulder blades, and my palms itched. Her nipples were still tight little buds, and when she breathed, they pressed against the thin fabric of my shirt.
“Or what?” She challenged, lifting her chin.
“I’ll show you,” I intoned.
“You are such a dick .”
I shot away from the door and snatched her wrist, yanking her so she fell against my chest. Her eyes blazed up at me, and I growled.
Within seconds, I lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapped around my waist, and I slammed her back up against the door.
I wasn’t gentle.
She didn’t care.
Just like I’d longed to do since I saw her standing there by my Lotus, I shoved my hands in all her midnight hair.
A groan ripped from between my lips, and then I attacked her.
The back of her head hit against the door as my lips locked over hers. Her fingernails dug into my neck, pulling me close as our mouths went at each other like the first round in an MMA fight.
She kissed like she spoke.
Dirty, hard, and sassy.
She wasn’t easy like all the other girls. It was like she gave me a fight, our lip-lock was exciting, intoxicating, and it thrilled me all the way to my core.
We went rounds with each other. I would have eaten her lips if I could. She was a craving I never knew I had, the most expensive bottle of champagne a five-star restaurant could offer.
And her tongue.
She wielded it like a sword. It fucking slayed me. The way it wrapped around mine and delved deep into my mouth…
Fucking right.
I reached around, filled my hands with her ass, and squeezed as I screwed her mouth with mine.
I was so stiff I thought I might rip my jeans. I wanted to pound myself so deep in her I might never come out. I wanted to feel those shapely hips rotate over my cock, and I wanted her inner walls to squeeze me until I shot a load deep in her depths.
I ripped my mouth free and pressed my forehead against the door just over her shoulder.
Joey took in deep, gulping breaths. Every rise and fall of her chest made me hungry for more. Against her body, my hand flexed.
She was a pro driver.
A pain in my ass.
As bad as I wanted to dip