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Lock it down, Cara, I tried to reprimand myself to no avail.

My senses seized me as I tried to appear unfazed while an unnamed woman made sure my hair was primed for the shoot. There was another who retouched the bronzer around my breast area, making sure that everything would be enticing to the man who was about to seduce me.

I thought I had a grip on my angst, but the second I saw Juan stride towards me with that untamed expression on his face, I immediately became out of breath.

Why was I reacting like some unexperienced virgin?This isn’t real, you idiot!Get that through your head, for fuck’s sake, before you embarrass yourself!

“Are you feeling okay? You look more than nervous,” Juan whispered close to me the second the ladies wandered off.

I wasn’t nakedyet,but with only a terry robe to cover my decency, his untamed look made me feel as though I were already naked, standing next to him, exposed to his savage scrutiny. It was in the way he was looking at me, as if it was already caressing me. Not only did I find that disconcerting, I was also taken aback by my body’s unashamed response. It was doing things to me, things I didn’t deem to name.

I began to frown, drawing my attention elsewhere, concentrating my sight on the lighting crew. I licked my lips as I severely shook my head in denial.

“I’m fine. I just got off a call … This long-distance thing isn’t working for us.” There was immense truth to my statement, but it wasn’t the reason I appeared the way I did. However, I wasn’t going to openly admit how Juan affected me and the terrifying way my body responded to his come-hither eyes.

Juan shrugged with pure insouciance. “That’s why I don’t deal with relationships at my age—they don’t last. Best to have fun while you’re young. You can tie yourself down later on.”

I was about to whip a retort when Martin and Joshua entered the living room, making everyone who wasn’t meant to be in the area when the camera rolled disperses in no time. Nude scenes were limited to a number of people. Within seconds, there were six people left in the cozy section, excluding Juan and I.

The small space intonated intimacy. The lighting made it look like the room was cast aglow with sunset. The rich colors of the divan and the Arabian Night’s themed room surely was a prime setting for slow seduction. It smelled illicit. Torrid.Sex.

Fuck. Me.

A shudder ran through my body as my pussy tightened. I was outraged at the effect it had on me.

Hands down, the crew did spectacularly well. My senses were seduced just as they had intended.

Joshua was busy speaking to Juan while Martin came to where I stayed uprooted, obediently waiting for further instructions.

“Cara, I need you to slowly come to him from the other end of the room while holding the wine glasses.” Martin went into full director mode before he watched me nod in confirmation. “Juan’s going to be on the divan, and Andy’s thirsty for love, for passion, and can’t wait to have her ex-brother-in-law possess her. I need you to look at him with unadulterated hunger. You’ve secretly been hankering for him for seven years and now you have him. He’s in your house. He wants you. Come to him, not as the woman he used to know—his brother’s wife—but come to him as a new woman with carnal yearning that only he can satiate. Beg with your eyes. Give it a little sass, more sex and attitude. I need fire, burning the house down fire. I want you to light up the screen. Leave us in awe. Seduce us, bewitch us, Cara.”

“Got it,” I quickly replied. “Got it,” I muttered more to myself as Martin gave me an approving smile before he went over to Juan to go over the scene with him for the last time.

Once the directors pulled away from the main set and went behind the shadows, joining the four-man crew, I knew we were minutes away from show time.

My breathing became ragged. Adrenaline coursed through me. Strung high, wildly pumping through my veins. I tilted my head to look at Juan. And just then, the man disrobed, showcasing the tiny nude stretchy material that hid his jewels. My eyes wouldn’t pull away as I noticed how the tiny scrap barely covered his manhood. It looked as though it was about to combust out of it. Like it was being choked and it couldn’t bloody breathe.

Shaking my head as I reluctantly dragged my eyes away from his impressiveness, my hands slightly quivered as my fingers began to untangle the knot that secured my almost nakedness. While the male counterpart had their itsy-bitsy coverage, I didn’t have any, so when it was time for me to slide my silk robe off my body, I steeled myself within, shoving my physical and mental insecurities aside. I successfully emerged as Andy, channeling the character that was about to be ravished.

Uno…

Dos…

Tres…

Acción.

Full into character mode, my heart rammed against my breast as I slowly poured the wine from across the room. I took my time filling one azure glass, then the other. My provocative movements were leisured and paced. Intentional.

I could feel the heat of his eyes following every movement I made. The intensity told me he was studying the dips and arches of my back, the suppleness and curves of my ass, and he was pleased with my bare display. He loved watching me just as he did when he randomly spotted me in a club two weeks before. A happenstance, it seemed.

He’d craved to taste me for years. In those strenuous years, the hunger hadn’t dissipated; it had thrived like a good, aged wine. The longer the wait, the better the taste. My body would be that wine, his to savor, his to devour until he quenched the thirst he had curbed for years.

I meant to take it slow given our history. But tonight, something had broken that barrier. Our resistance challenged. And I was ready to reward him.

Maybe it was the way his fevered kisses left me wanton and wanting. Or the way his roughened hands would desperately seek the wet softness between my legs. Whatever it was, Enrique was ready to take his prize—me,all of me.

“Ven a mi.”Come to me, he commanded without softness, yet it was gruff. Full of promise. Three words. Enough to depict his teetering hunger.

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