Miami was hot. Really, really hot. Compared to Seattle, it was another world.
And standing there below the burning sun, pretending I was not covered in sweat so thick it could be another layer of skin, was next to impossible. Thankfully, the photographer called a break and one of the girls ran over and handed me a water bottle. No one else was suffering the way I was.
But hey. That was what you get when you put a northern girl in a southern climate when the North was pretty much still in winter.
After ten minutes, a wipe-down, and reapplication of my makeup, I headed out to the waterline. The photographer was a nice, friendly, thirty-something woman who was famed for her beach shots. It was evident to see—the positions she asked me to contort my body into were practically fucking yoga. I was half tempted to ask if she’d like to shoot me in the downward dog position.
Of course, she’d likely give the other girls, who were holed up in diffe
“Crystal,” I gasped.“Perfect. Do you want to know what I’m doing? Do you want to know everything?”I gasped again as the vibrator hits the tender spot inside me. “Yes.”“Okay.” His harsh breathing filled the room with mine. “I’m holding myself, Brenda. My hand is wrapped so fucking tightly around my dick and tugging it so hard at the sight of you fucking yourself with that. You thinking about me, babe?”“Yes.”“What are you thinking?”I moaned. “I’m thinking you’d feel good inside me. I’m thinking you’d fill me better than this vibrator, that you’d make me come harder. Your hand against me would be better than my own. I’m thinking you’d fuck me harder than I could ever with this.”“Good,” he grunted. “’Cause I’m thinking you’ve been particularly bad a
“Have you ever had a proper French pastry?”“What part of ‘I’ve never been to France’ don’t you understand?”Ivan grinned and pushed me back down on the bed. “You know, when I call you my bitch, I don’t mean it in a literal sense?”I poked my tongue out at him, snuggled back under the sheets, and yawned.“Okay, tired bitch, I’m going to get you pastries. I’ll be a while, so get some more sleep if you can.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead.I sighed as the front door closed. I’d never had jet lag like this before. I’d never been so time-fucked that I wanted to carve out my brain with a dessert spoon.My phone buzzed from the nightstand and I reached over blindly. I smacked the top of the stand several times before I found it and tucked it under the covers with me.What are you doing today?Dayton texted.
“Funny. I think that about you sometimes.”I pointed the umbrella to the ground and twirled with it. Sometimes, being spontaneous was the only way to go. I glanced up from my puddle-splashing and spinning. Ivan was watching me through his camera, his finger clicking.I skipped toward him, not caring about the rain cascading down my face, and rolled with my spontaneous moment. I dropped the umbrella at the same time that he let the camera fall and jumped up on him. My legs went around his waist, his hands cupped my ass, my fingers tangled in his hair, and I kissed him.I kissed him hard. I kissed him deeply. I kissed him with my fears and anxieties and my hopes and dreams. I kissed him with everything I had and everything I was right at the moment because sometimes, that's all you can do.His umbrella fell to the ground next to mine with a clunk, and I arched my body over his. I didn’t care that there were people around. I didn’t ca
It was a silence that said all the right things at all the right moments.And I apparently needed to pause on the wine for a while… Or maybe not. Maybe the magic of Paris was casting itself over me. Or I watched way too much Peter Pan as a kid and still had a misplaced belief in fairies.I sighed.“What’s up?” He asked, his breath fanning across my cheek. Warm, ahhh.“Just thinking. Too much.” I frowned. “Way too much.”He laughed. “Let’s get you food. And I demand you stop thinking.”I raised my eyebrows. “D’you see a bed, mister? Nope. Me neither. Shove your demands.”“Shove them where?” he hummed against my neck.“Up your ass. Up my ass. I don’t particularly care right now.”His lips curved. “Yes. You need food, babe.”He handed two tickets to the girl behind the glass and whisked me of
“Not bad, huh?” he asked softly. “Pretty good convincing if you ask me.”“Aha.” I tapped the back of his hand with my fingers. “But I didn’t ask you, and I’m not telling you. A woman has to have her secrets, you know.”“I’ll give you that.”He turned his face toward mine and kissed down my jaw, the tiny kisses making my heart flutter. His lips found my neck and made their way down there to the hollow of my shoulder then back up to my ear. Now my heart wasn’t fluttering—it was thumping. It was thumping so fucking hard that I was sure he could feel it against his arm.“You’re so easy to turn on,” he murmured against the tender spot beneath my ear. “It’s like I can flick a switch on your body and you’re ready for me.”He nibbled my earlobe and I sighed, dropping my head back.“Oh, no.” He let go of one
I forced my eyes open.“No. It was what you wanted. If you didn’t, you would have said no.” He lowered his lips to mine. “I respect ‘no,’ Brenda. I don’t respect ‘oh my god.’ In fact, I take the latter as one hell of a fucking compliment.”“It is most definitely a compliment.” I smiled wearily. “But where the hell did the bullet come from?”He grabbed it from the floor with a smirk and tucked it into his pants pocket. “Black trousers hide a multitude of sins, luckily for us.”“Black is slimming.” I sat up straight and tucked the napkin into the pocket of my purse. “What?” I asked at Ivan’s amused look. “You think I want some waiter touching a napkin covered in my cum?”“I’m not amused because you’re putting it in there. I’m amused because you’re learning.” He grinned against my
I swallowed twice. His card. Right. For lingerie. And shoes. And a dress. I rubbed my nose.“Well?” Day half-winced.“Um, what?”I folded the note into quarters and tucked it into my purse then grabbed my wallet and slipped my card into it.“Why aren’t you going batshit motherfucking crazy?”I sighed heavily and looked at her. “What can I do, really? He’s even more persistent and controlling than Aaron—but not in a bad way. And hey, if he’s telling me to buy things that will ultimately get me fucked, who am I to complain?”Dayton raised her eyebrows and opened her car door. I got out on my side and looked up. The Arc de Triomphe towers above us. I knew this place. The Champs-Élysées. The most expensive street in the world.My best friend stared at me for a long moment before we start walking. “I’m not sure what he’s doing to you, bu
I was going to make sure the shoot is nothing but pure torture for him.I shoved my clothes in one of my bags and wrestled myself into my coat. The bones of the light-pink corset dug in as I contort my body to maneuver myself into the thick fabric of my coat. One of the straps clipped to the top of one of my stockings comes undone, and Dayton reached over and redid it.“Here,” she said. “Do this and they’ll stay on. The trick of the trade.” She did some odd fabric thing I’ll never remember and orders me to turn over so she can do the back ones. I let her do it.“Thanks.” I threw her a smile as we pulled up outside the hotel.“Have fun.” She grinned and waved as she drove away.Okay. Bathroom.I entered the hotel lobby and detoured the restrooms to the right. I tugged my makeup from my purse and did a quick touch-up, making sure I didn’t have stray mascara or bronzer anywhere.