Page 53 of Lust

“Okay Kace, just follow my cues.”The photographers who I now know as Beth says. “Ivory on the pool table.”

Ivory goes to sit on it, but I grip her and lift her up. Her hands going to my shoulders, like she used to.

“Oh that’s good!” Beth says, and my eyes are locked with Ivory’s.

My hands on her bare skin. Slowly I lower her down to the pool table. Sitting her on the edge. She inhaled sharply, and I barely remember the camera flashing, as our every move is photographed.

I pull her to the edge, locking her between my legs.

Beth is giving us directions, but I was ignoring them. I was just focused on Ivory. I lean in, my mouth going to her ear. “You ready to give them a show?”

She smiles but doesn’t say anything, till I nip her ear lobe, and then I kiss along her jawline. She gasps and I take advantage of her mouth open, nipping her bottom lip.

Her hands were wrapped around my neck, and my other hand is travelling up her back. I barely hear Beth say, that sex sells. All I’m focused on is Ivory. I gripped her arms, and slowly lay her down on the pool table. My mouth going to her stomach, slowly I run my tongue up the centre, and it’s like we are on our own. Her back arches as I get closer to her breasts.

As much as I want to free her from these clothes. I know I can’t because there are cameras on us. The lighting was the only reminder I recognized, the flashing of the camera stopped me from stripping her and fucking her.

I grip her hands pulling her back up, and she is dazzled and then I don’t stop myself, in one fluent movement, I bring her into my arms, and her lips to mine.

She’s still as I kiss her, till she forgets all the reasons why she shouldn’t be kissing me, and kisses me back. The softest moan, only heard by my ears comes off her, and I was already stiff from seeing her laid out in front of me but hearing that, fuck me.

“Okay and I think I’ve got enough.” Beth says, and Ivory pulls back, her forehead leaning against mine.

“I hate how you make me feel.” She whispers in my face, with this expression that told me it physically hurt her, and I’m shocked. Her words on repeat in my head. I pull away from her, then help her down and my hands are off her.

She hates how I make her feel? Well that sure as fuck wasn’t a good thing. And I only now realize I could be fighting a losing battle. She doesn’t want to feel anything for me, so how the hell can I go against what she wants?

I just walk from the room. For some reasons, her words sting me; and I can’t look at her. So I leave.

35

Ivory

“We have a serious problem.” Elle says walking into the bathroom, and locking eyes with me in the mirror as I take the makeup off from the shoot.

“That being?”

“Kace.”

I remain quiet.

“You two have serious chemistry.” She adds, and grips my shoulders spinning me around. “Tell me you don’t want him back.”

I don’t want him back. I don’t want him near me. I don’t want his hands on my body. I don’t want to feel his heartbeat under my head as I fall asleep. I don’t want it. Instead of saying one of those lines. I tear up.

“And that right there is our serious problem.” Elle has a soft smile on her face. “Ivy did you ever ask him why he left? Perhaps it had nothing to do with money.”

“Come on Elle don’t be stupid. It had everything to do with money.” And I turn back to the mirror taking off the layers of makeup.

“He really cares for you Ivy.”

“How would you know?” My back stiffens and my eyes flash to hers in the mirror. “You haven’t been talking to him have you?”

She rolled her eyes. “I saw the way he looked at you in that shoot. Come on Kace Striking the biker, posed in photos for you. FOR YOU!”

My eyes drop to the basin sink. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Why?”

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