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She looks away quickly and plasters a big smile on her face. “The same reason any girl would. I’m hoping I can find The One.” I can practically hear the insincerity in her voice, and when her eyes dart around the near-deserted pool deck, I realize why. She’s saying it for the benefit of the nearby camera crew.
She doesn’t believe that’s why she’s here any more than I do. Just like I thought last night when I decided to look her up and find out more. I don’t say anything, though. No need to call her out on camera.
Maya appears out of nowhere, like she has a creepy-ass habit of doing, and tells us they need to get some pictures of us for the website to promote the episode.
At first, I want to complain about her edging in on my space, being as much of a cock-blocker as Chase was this morning. But then I realize these aren’t just any pictures they want. They want some sexy, dirty pictures, and I grin. I am so down with that.
Following the crew’s directions, I pose with Megan, pulling her close and slipping a hand down the back of her bikini bottoms to cup her firm ass. Her breath catches, and I can feel her nipples perk up against my chest.
They give her some instructions as well, and the next thing I know, her soft hands are running up and down my chest, teasing and stroking until I’m fighting off a hard-on with everything I’ve got. I’m sure that’s just what they want on their website. A giant tent in my pants as I feel up Megan. I laugh at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Megan whispers, pulling back slightly and looking up at me through her lashes. Fuck, that innocent look is so damn sexy.
I take advantage of the moment and don’t answer her, instead threading my fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her neck. Her fingers constrict on my chest, her nails digging in, and I hear the crew go a little crazy. I know how fucking hot this must look. Because she’s looki
ng at me right now with so much pent-up desire that we’re practically radiating sexual tension. Like we’re about to fuck right here in front of them all.
It is going to be so fucking good when she finally gives in to me.
The camera crew gets a few more poses, then starts to pack it up, Maya telling us they’ll let us enjoy our date now. About damn time we got some more privacy.
Once they’re gone, Megan continues running her hands over my chest, then gives me a wicked little grin. “You’re making this hard for me.”
I smirk. “You’ve got that backwards, princess. You’re making it really fucking hard for me.”
Her eyes drop down to my cock briefly, then back up, and I see the same lust flare up that was there last night. But there’s also some resistance. Like she’s fighting some battle in her head.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask again.
She sighs, her fingers tracing some random pattern on my pecs. “The apartment. Tristan, I want that apartment more than anything.”
I think about some of what I found out last night on the Internet. She wants it? Or needs it?
Cupping her face, I tip her chin up. “Megan, you don’t have to hold out for that apartment. I can build you a thousand apartments. Anything you want. Anything you need.”
She doesn’t say anything, just looks at me. And fuck it. I can’t resist any longer.
I take my other hand and press it against her lower back, pulling her closer. Stroking her lips with my thumb, I lean in. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips part on a sigh before I even brush my mouth against hers for the first time. When I pull her full lower lip into my mouth, sucking gently, her hands wind around my neck and she goes up on her toes, pressing into me.
She kisses me back, softly at first, then a bit hungrier. I deepen the kiss, my tongue stroking against hers with a promise of what’s to come if she’ll just give in to what we’re both feeling. This is what we both want. What we both need. All she has to do is say yes.
Megan
My eyelids droop, my heart flutters, and my mind spins.
One kiss. One kiss and I’m already spinning out of control, a surge of adrenaline scattering all my thoughts to the wind.
I open my eyes when Tristan pulls back from me, but I say nothing. I just stare back at him, hearing the sound of my own heart hammering against my chest, and then the tip of my tongue running over my lips.
“I’ve been dreaming of this for too long,” he finally says, his words soft and blending with the gentle sound of the water. “These lips…” He continues, reaching for me and brushing his thumb over my mouth.
“My lips are right here,” I find myself saying. I place both my hands on the side of his face and pull him into me, closing my eyes again as I guide his mouth toward mine. The moment our lips touch, I feel a high voltage current running from his body and into mine, and I find desire welling up inside of me. The kind of desire that makes you lose all control.
But I can’t - and I won’t - lose all control.
No matter what.
I use the tip of my tongue to part his lips, his manly flavor - the flavor of oak and spices - hitting me at once. Our tongues dance around one another and, as we kiss, he takes his hands to my waist and presses his body against mine.
