everything about her tested his resolve.
She moved over him and leaned in, offering a mouth-watering glimpse of cleavage as her shirt draped open. “Betcha Casey Kasem never had to do this.”
“Betcha he didn’t.” He adjusted his position. “Little did he know what he was missing.”
The assistant instructed her to clutch a pillow before turning his focus to Tack. “Now, you grab the other opposite edges so it looks as if you’re both struggling for it.”
“Why? Is she going to hold it over my face?”
The assistant planted both hands on his hips and grimaced. “No silly, like you’re having a pillow fight.”
“Stop teasing him and just go with it.” She giggled and flipped her flirty hair, only to have it swing back and fall loosely in her face.
“I got this,” Tack said, brushing away the silken strand covering her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled down at him and it took his breath away. Capital T Trouble.
“Thanks, partner. Am I hurting you at all?”
He shook his head and grasped both sides of the pillow. “I’m comfortable. You?”
She rolled her hips forward. Oh jeez, don’t do that .
“There, that’s better,” she said with a relaxed sigh.
“Over here, please.” The photographer snapped his fingers to get their attention and the shutter began clicking. “Good. Now, Dayna, lift your chin and tilt your head to the right. A little more…and yes! Right there. Hold it. Great.”
“Just so you know, this set up has given me a great deal of respect for you,” she said through her pearly smile, her eyes still trained on the camera lens. “I mean, here you are with a semi-nude woman in your lap and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman.”
“Trust me,” he grumbled, “I’m digging deep to think about anything but you being on top of me right now.”
Her voice turned husky. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Changing the oil in my truck. Big, hairy spiders. Susan Boyle. Roadkill. Republicans.”
She laughed and the photographer shrieked with delight. “Yes! That’s it! Whatever you two are doing, keep it up.”
Tack gritted his teeth. “That’s exactly what I’m trying not to do.”
She writhed again, mercilessly sliding her bare leg up the inside of his thigh and inching precariously close to the danger zone.
“Now cut that out, will ya?”
Her bottom lip slid out in a pout. “You telling me you don’t like it?”
“I wouldn’t be reciting the entire Cleveland Browns’ roster backward in my head if I didn’t like it. But this is neither the time nor the place.”
Big & Rich started blasting from the CD player and her eyes flashed with recognition. “Hey, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy . They’re playing our song.”
She rocked her hips to the beat and terror filled Tack, realizing that she was as drunk on the sexual power her current position wielded as she was from vodka.
“You know what I really love about being a girl?” she purred.
Moldy cheese. Ingrown toenails. Richard Fucking Simmons in a leotard.
She stretched out and put her candy-apple red lips up to his ear. “Unlike you, we can get really turned on and it stays our little secret. A nice, warm, tingly little secret.”
Kapow.
He sneered and quickly grabbed the pillow to sandwich between them. “Woman, you’re pure evil, you know that?”
She tossed her head back and let out a carefree laugh as the camera’s shutter continued to click. “I probably should’ve warned you, but I’m real good at being bad.”
Chapter 4
Dayna was rudely awakened from a deep, restful sleep by a loud clatter in the kitchen, followed by a crash and glass tinkling. She lifted a corner of her sleep mask and cast a bleary eye at the clock next to the couch. Eleven twenty-five. Her heavy head flopped back to the pillow and she rolled over, hoping to get back to the precise spot of the warm, dreamy slumber she’d left behind.
Rattle. Bang!
“CJ! What the hell?”
“I’m almost done,” he said,
She moved over him and leaned in, offering a mouth-watering glimpse of cleavage as her shirt draped open. “Betcha Casey Kasem never had to do this.”
“Betcha he didn’t.” He adjusted his position. “Little did he know what he was missing.”
The assistant instructed her to clutch a pillow before turning his focus to Tack. “Now, you grab the other opposite edges so it looks as if you’re both struggling for it.”
“Why? Is she going to hold it over my face?”
The assistant planted both hands on his hips and grimaced. “No silly, like you’re having a pillow fight.”
“Stop teasing him and just go with it.” She giggled and flipped her flirty hair, only to have it swing back and fall loosely in her face.
“I got this,” Tack said, brushing away the silken strand covering her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled down at him and it took his breath away. Capital T Trouble.
“Thanks, partner. Am I hurting you at all?”
He shook his head and grasped both sides of the pillow. “I’m comfortable. You?”
She rolled her hips forward. Oh jeez, don’t do that .
“There, that’s better,” she said with a relaxed sigh.
“Over here, please.” The photographer snapped his fingers to get their attention and the shutter began clicking. “Good. Now, Dayna, lift your chin and tilt your head to the right. A little more…and yes! Right there. Hold it. Great.”
“Just so you know, this set up has given me a great deal of respect for you,” she said through her pearly smile, her eyes still trained on the camera lens. “I mean, here you are with a semi-nude woman in your lap and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman.”
“Trust me,” he grumbled, “I’m digging deep to think about anything but you being on top of me right now.”
Her voice turned husky. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Changing the oil in my truck. Big, hairy spiders. Susan Boyle. Roadkill. Republicans.”
She laughed and the photographer shrieked with delight. “Yes! That’s it! Whatever you two are doing, keep it up.”
Tack gritted his teeth. “That’s exactly what I’m trying not to do.”
She writhed again, mercilessly sliding her bare leg up the inside of his thigh and inching precariously close to the danger zone.
“Now cut that out, will ya?”
Her bottom lip slid out in a pout. “You telling me you don’t like it?”
“I wouldn’t be reciting the entire Cleveland Browns’ roster backward in my head if I didn’t like it. But this is neither the time nor the place.”
Big & Rich started blasting from the CD player and her eyes flashed with recognition. “Hey, Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy . They’re playing our song.”
She rocked her hips to the beat and terror filled Tack, realizing that she was as drunk on the sexual power her current position wielded as she was from vodka.
“You know what I really love about being a girl?” she purred.
Moldy cheese. Ingrown toenails. Richard Fucking Simmons in a leotard.
She stretched out and put her candy-apple red lips up to his ear. “Unlike you, we can get really turned on and it stays our little secret. A nice, warm, tingly little secret.”
Kapow.
He sneered and quickly grabbed the pillow to sandwich between them. “Woman, you’re pure evil, you know that?”
She tossed her head back and let out a carefree laugh as the camera’s shutter continued to click. “I probably should’ve warned you, but I’m real good at being bad.”
Chapter 4
Dayna was rudely awakened from a deep, restful sleep by a loud clatter in the kitchen, followed by a crash and glass tinkling. She lifted a corner of her sleep mask and cast a bleary eye at the clock next to the couch. Eleven twenty-five. Her heavy head flopped back to the pillow and she rolled over, hoping to get back to the precise spot of the warm, dreamy slumber she’d left behind.
Rattle. Bang!
“CJ! What the hell?”
“I’m almost done,” he said,
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