Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“So, um...” Gerrad approached. “How would Britta feel about a solo shoot? I’m fairly certain, her alone, would provide us with the best image we need.”
“Do it.”
“Should we ask he—”
“She’ll be fine. Do what you need to do.”
I watched Britta as Gerrad approached the girls.
“Ladies, you’re free to go, thank you for your time. Britta, I need you to stay.”
Her face looked stricken. “Is something wrong?”
“Far from it,” he reassured. “Now if I could just get you to—”
“Hawk!” She searched for me in the shadows. “What have you done?”
“Just sticking to our deal.”
“Asshole.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her outburst.
For the next half an hour, I watched the solo shoot. If my cock was hard before, it was fucking throbbing now. Shifting a few times for comfort, I watched as Britta, who wore a one-piece bodysuit, fell into provocative positions. Her breasts were barely covered, nipples showing through the lace. The backside of the piece was completely missing. It was one of my more erotic outfits, and when it came time to do the back shoots, I thought my cock was going to explode then and there. Her round derriere was made for that body suit, and whenever I got her into bed, she’d be wearing precisely that.
Chapter 7
Britta
“I’m taking the rest of the week off, remember?” Clutching my robe, I couldn’t meet his eyes after the day I’d just had. I’d seen Hawk’s cock.
Well... I’d seen the bulge in his pants.
And judging by how his eyes followed my every move, it was safe to assume that erection was meant for me.
His eyes had possessively roamed my body as if I were his for the taking.
I liked it.
I liked it way too much.
A week apart was precisely what we needed because whatever was happening between us, all the flirting and sexual tension, it could only lead to something forbidden. There had been a shift in our relationship where there hadn’t been room for one.
There could never be anything.
For one, he was my boss.
Two, he was my brother’s best friend, and the warning had already been served. Flirtatious fraternizing was frowned upon.
And thirdly, my family was huge, and while they all loved Hawk, each and every one of them saw his raw intensity, and had advised falling for his charm would only end in heartache.
All those things aside, something was happening, and I couldn’t stop it.
My only choice was to escape for a while.
“Hawk? Did you hear me?”
I watched, almost quaking in my stilettos as his eyes narrowed. “I heard you.” His voice was gravelly and sounded like a deep rumble. He advanced forward, large imposing steps closing the space before I had time to take my next breath. Strong hands cupped my face, and I was pushed against the wall, his body pressing against mine, trapping me with no release. My gown fell open in the rush, the lace barely covering my tingling skin.
Hawk’s lips slammed onto mine in one possessive move, his hard cock pressing between my legs. It made my clit throb in urgency, and in that moment, I’d happily give myself over to my boss despite those remaining watching. Hawk took control the way he expertly did with everything in his life, and I melted into his hold. His tongue parted my lips and danced rhythmically with mine. I groaned against his mouth and succumbed to his desire, his taste reminding me of whiskey on a hot summer day. I couldn’t get enough.
I’d admired these lips since the first time I’d laid eyes on Hawk Carnage at the age of twelve. Just in time for puberty. I’d imagined what they’d taste like, how they’d feel against mine, and if I’d been honest, I had regularly fantasized what it would be like to have Hawk inside of me.
“Hawk,” I murmured against his mouth.
“Don’t say a word,” was all he said, one hand snaking around my neck and holding me in place. He kissed me passionately before lingering, teasing.
Hawk pulled away, and my body immediately felt the loss.
I was breathless, and trembling from the delightful assault. Hawk’s eyes greedily consumed my near-naked state, rubbing his jaw, his wicked thoughts on full display.
“Did you ... h-hear me?” I stammered, too weak to form words.
Hawk took another step back while loosening his tie. “Enjoy your week, Britta.”
Before I could reply, he turned and walked to the elevator. Only when the doors closed separating us was I finally able to breathe once more.
“What in the... flying fuck?”
Swallowing hard, I gathered some sense before heading to the change rooms. There, I moved almost robotically, still caught in a moment where I could taste him on my lips and still feel his powerful body pressed against mine.
My body was betraying me.
It wanted him.
It begged to have him.
Folding the tiny bit of lacy fabric I’d only just been wearing, I leaned against the wall, fingers gently grazing my lips, caught in reverie. Blindly, I walked into the elevator Hawk had just vacated, and I smelled his lingering cologne. My body responded, heating and skin tingling.