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“I can make that happen.” Pure sin and lust rolled off of him, vibrating the air with its intensity, as he caught my chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Trust me.”
Chapter eleven
Maxx
Thiswomanmightbethe death of me. Every dress her style team wrapped her up in was more enticing than the last, and I couldn’t keep my hands or my eyes to myself.
I didn’t want to take bites out of her; I wanted to devour her with torturously slow nibbles and long, languid licks until she came apart in my mouth.
Whether she trusted me or not.
And I suppose whether I was a chocolate chip cookie or not.
“And cut!” Pete announced.
“Pete, we’re in the middle of a shoot,” a crewmember told him. “You can’t just cut whenever you want to.”
“I gotta take a piss,” Pete told him. “I’m the host, and what I say goes. Break for four hours.”
Another crewmember gasped. “That’s gonna be some piss.”
On his way to the platform steps, Pete threw a bold wink at Nera, caught me glaring, and rocketed himself into a full-on sprint. Nera chuckled as she watched him go.
“Something I should know?” I asked, noting their secret handshake earlier.
“Just that we agreed on no more art projects. Not that I didn’t appreciate yours.” She smiled then, and I swear it lit up my entire soul. “It’s perfect.”
“The moment was perfect.” I plucked it free from the viewscreen, shook some of the orange holographic cubes off of it, and handed it to her. “The sunlight, the caterpillar, your smile…” I grazed her mouth, gently parting her lips with my thumb just so I could feel more of their soft plumpness. “There’s no forgetting it. Ever.”
She glanced down at the painting, awe brightening her face the longer she studied it, and shook her head. “Is that painting how you really see me?”
“There’s no other way to see you, Nera.” I brought up my other hand to trace her face. It was like my body, my entire being, magnetized toward her, so I always had to be touching her. Memorizing her every curve in order to better worship her. “You’re the single most beautiful thing I’ve laid eyes on in years who isn’t related to me.”
She smiled into the palm of my hand and then pressed a kiss to it. “Want to take a walk with me?”
“Only if there’s a bed where we’re walking,” I growled against her mouth and then followed with a long, lingering kiss.
“Since when do we need a bed?” she asked breathlessly.
“Fair point. But I have plans. Big plans.”
“Oh? How big are we talking here?” Her hips rocked once against my throbbing cock, and the scent of her arousal shook all of my senses.
“As big as you can take,” I groaned, palming her ass. “Your arousal… It’s stunning.”
“I’ve never had anyone compliment my arousal before.” She skimmed her lips over mine in a mockery of a kiss. “But thanks.”
“Um, hey,” Smitha called from the beach below the platform, “try not to mess up our girl too much because, I mean,lookat her.”
“I am,” I said simply with a glance thrown her way. “Always.”
Nera gave her an awkward wave. “We’ll behave ourselves.”
“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second,” Smitha muttered, but I don’t think Nera caught that.
I couldn’t wait any longer. Swiftly, I took Nera’s hand and started for the jungle wall.
Before we disappeared inside, two sharp raps on the platform wood sounded behind me. I half turned to see the Killian, one of his brows raised in a silent question: Did we need him to come help push a random shopping cart?
