Page 3 of The Model

Saving all the photos to my external hard drive to go over later, I shrugged. “No idea. Lana being Lana, I presume. Why don’t you go make sure she doesn’t cause any damage before she leaves? Once she’s gone, you can get out of here, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help clean up?” She motioned toward the bed we had set up. The one Ryder was currently standing in front of.

“I’m sure. I’ve got nothing better to do, and you did well today. You deserve to go have some fun.”

Raine beamed up at me with her damn smile, and I knew even if it took me twice the time to get everything put away and ready for the next day, it was worth it. I had a feeling after today, she wouldn’t be messing up as much as she normally did.

Walking over to the bed and Ryder, I stopped when I heard him muttering and squeezing himself through his robe.

Maybe he wasn’t as perfect as I thought he was.

Moving closer, I could have sworn I heard him say, “Sexy Lexie,” but I had to be hearing things after hours upon hours of my lady bits throbbing and lusting after him. There was no way in hell Ryder would call me sexy.

“Ryder?”

Turning toward my voice, Ryder’s robe fell open. His boxer briefs were stretched to their limit as his stiff cock pushed against the fabric.

He really did have an anaconda in there. My hands twitched at my sides, wanting to remove those briefs and touch him.

Ryder licked his full pouty lips. His eyes, which had been the color of my turquoise water had darkened. His pupils dilated.

“I held myself back as long as I could,” he growled out.

My stomach sank, knowing this was his reaction to Lana.

“If you’re quick, you can probably catch up with her.”

It wasn’t uncommon for models to hook up with each other, especially after a shoot like the one we had today.

Tilting his head to the side, Ryder furrowed his brows before a slow smile crept onto his handsome face. “It’s not Lana I want.”

2

Lexie

Ryder’s handsgrabbed my hips and pulled me into his strong, firm body. The smell of pine infiltrated my senses. How did he smell so good after hours of posing and almost fucking Lana? His erection jabbed into my stomach, making me groan and forget everything else.

“Did you think I was talking about Lana?” Ryder shook his head with a mischievous smile. “You’re so fucking sexy, Lexie. It’s been you I’ve wanted since you turned around.”

Had I hit my head? Was I dead? Because this had to be a dream.

“Does this feel like a dream?” Ryder ground himself against the overly heated skin of my stomach.

If it was, it was the best dream ever, and I never wanted to wake up.

“I said that out loud?”

He nodded while his hands skimmed up my sides. My hands had a mind of their own, or maybe I still thought I was dreaming. Either way, I would touch as much of Ryder as I could before I either woke up or he came to his senses. My fingers traced along the ridges of his eight pack and up to his spectacular pecs. My thumbs caressed over his nipples, and Ryder took in a shaky breath.

“I need to touch you,” he groaned as my fingernails scraped down his torso. Each muscle contracted with my touch, giving me a heady feeling. I was doing this to him, not Lana.

Towering over me, Ryder pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it across the room. Unclasping my bra, he pulled the straps over my shoulders and let it fall to our feet. His hands cupped my aching breasts in a rush. “Gorgeous.” His eyes zeroed in on my nipple rings, and a slow smile crept across his face.

Manhandling me, Ryder positioned me with my back to his front. He ground his erection into my ass in a steady rhythm as his hands went back to my breasts massaging and plucking my nipple rings until my body sang. His lips trailed up and down my neck, kissing and sucking.

He didn’t even know me, and yet he was worshiping my body.

Wrapping my arm around his neck, I held him to me as I moaned. It felt so good, but I needed more. Letting go, I pulled away. My gaze locked onto the wet spot on the front of his briefs, and I salivated.

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