CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Santiago had barely finished his statement before the winds picked up and the rain began to pour mercilessly. Luckily, Pierre’s camera was waterproof—or so he claimed—because the trio were soaked by the time they made it indoors.

“Well, genius?” Lola referred to Santiago as she wrung her drenched mesh jacket into a flower pot. “This was all your plan. What now?”

Dripping wet, he flicked his hair back, wiping his face with a face towel provided by Pierre. “This changes nothing. The photo shoot was originally scheduled as a two-part activity. If we couldn’t get the pool photos right, then we put our heart and soul into the next one.”

Lola frowned. “And what is the next one?”

Santiago’s answer was an impish grin.

Several minutes later, with the storm going uninterrupted outside, both Pierre and Santiago managed to turn half of the living room into a mini studio. The pair had made multiple trips to and from the van parked outside, carrying lamps and background panels, and necessary props. Meanwhile, Lola got a new costume to change into: a striped, navy-blue business suit with a matching skirt that left sixty-five percent of her legs and thighs exposed, and red-bottom heels. Santiago wore a similar suit, but unlike her white stripes, his was black and so was the shirt he wore underneath. Pierre did a great job in styling his hair, so much so that Lola is almost tempted to ask him to style hers. About an hour after the weather mishap, they were ready to go again, this time with a little advice from their photographer.

“You guys have to be in the picture, if that makes sense. You’re a couple, you’re engaged, you’re in love. It has to bleed through the photographs. People have to see it, to feel it even. And you two can make that chemistry happen. Oui! That’s the word! Chemistry.”

Being the fanciful type, Lola could imagine a rainbow arching over his head as he stared dreamily into the ceiling. Santiago, however, had lost his patience.

“Come on, Pierre. I’ve got other tasks to run and this suit is starting to get itchy.”

“Right, right. Let’s get into position, then.”

Lola stopped breathing momentarily when Santiago pulled her close with a hand on her hip. She spotted the same look in his eyes from an hour ago, although it’s not as intense. Regardless, it was captivating enough to keep her staring deeply for a while, which sent Pierre on an unhinged spiral as he quickly took the pictures.

“Oui! Oui! Just like that! Eat each other up with those eyes! Fantastique!”

The pair settled for a couple more poses, with each looking more and more intimate than the last. Pierre was ecstatic with each pose, wearing a wide grin and yelling hilarious words of compliments as he clicked his camera repeatedly. When Lola opted to sit on Santiago’s lap, however, she immediately felt it. The tension was silently brewing between them, manifesting as a large, rigid bulge in his pants. The same throbbing hardness that poked Lola on her rump. She glanced at Santiago, and in an instant, she could tell what he was thinking with the glint in his eyes. Most likely because she was thinking the same thing as well.

“Pierre?” Santiago called, with his gaze still fixed on Lola. “You’ve got enough of those, right?”

“Oui, oui,” he replied excitedly. “I am very satisfied with this crop of photos. Now, if we could just—”

“No more pictures, Pierre. I believe you have more than enough. Now, if you don’t mind, the lady and I have some… business to attend to.”

Though Lola also kept a steady gaze on Santiago, she imagined Pierre glaring at both of them with drooping shoulders and wondering, Oh, no. What have I done?

“Oh,” he said slowly. “Right. Of course. At once. Right after I dismantle the set.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Santiago replied, leaving no room for argument. “Au revoir, mon ami.”

Lola waited until the front door closed with a click. Then, as if on cue, they both grinned at each other like mischievous children on the cusp of a wild adventure.

“So, we’re doing this every chapter, huh?”

Santiago offered a small shrug as his hand slid up into her skirt. “More like every three chapters or so. But I ain’t complaining. Are you?”

“Not at all.”

Seconds later, they both stumbled into Santiago’s study, passionately kissing and groping themselves. He managed to lock the door behind him as she fumbled with his belt and zipper. Santiago shrugged his suit off and completely ignored the buttons on his shirt as he ripped it open. Still making out, he took Lola’s jacket off as well, backing her onto his desk.

He spun her around, quite roughly, and bent her upper body to the polished surface of the table. As quickly as possible, he pulled her skirt upwards, revealing thin lace panties positioned nicely between a pair of smooth, fleshy butt cheeks.

“Cute,” Santiago remarked with a lustful grin. With a single pull, he ripped the piece of underwear off and tossed it to the side.

Almost immediately, Lola felt him inside her, thrusting with urgency. His approach was new this time—rough, fast, and hard. He even grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled on it, slightly yanking her head back.

Surprisingly, she enjoyed it.

Grunts and moans escaped her lips with each push from his hips, the combined influence of pain and pleasure driving her sanity to an edge. Lola felt Santiago’s large hand around her throat during his movements, angling her head backward as he whispered into her ear.

“We might be fooling the world, munéquita, but no one would believe this is fake if they saw you this wet.”

“Mm… mm…” was all Lola could utter.

His thrusts became quicker and more urgent, creating a sensual symphony of his groin slapping against her butt cheeks. With her mouth hanging open, she was torn between telling him to slow down and begging him to keep up the pace. In the last moments of ecstasy, he filled her up with a single, deep thrust, promptly finishing inside her. With a deep, shaky sigh, he pulled himself out of her and turned her over. Lola, with smeared mascara and messy hair, was rattled out of her senses and needed a moment to recollect her thoughts.

“I think I found my niche,” she remarked absentmindedly.

“Oh?” Santiago beamed. “You don’t strike me as a rough sex kind of girl.”

“Neither do I. Now I don’t think I want it any other way.”

“Heh. Be careful what you wish for, munéquita. You might be asking for trouble.”

Lola took a deep breath and sat up so quickly that Santiago flinched. She grabbed his shirt, looked him dead in his sea-green eyes, and growled in his face.

“Haven’t you already figured? I like trouble.”

She dragged him to the floor with her, immediately kicking off the second round of sexual bliss.