“Really?” she whimpers.
“Yes, really. Don’t sound so damn surprised.”
“I guess I just never expected you to say that to me, to want me.”
I reach up and touch her face, smoothing hair from it. It feels like the most natural thing in the world, like the only thing I can do. “I wanted you the second I walked in here, Samantha.”
This is too fast.
It’s risky. The photographer could return at any second.
But I can’t stop myself as I lean down and crush my lips against hers.
I smooth my hands down her back, grabbing her ass, driving my groin against her body so she can feel how rock solid she makes me. She gasps through the kiss, too stunned to respond for a moment, and then she starts to moan and shiver against me, the lust reverberating through her body.
She whimpers as I massage her ass cheeks, as voluptuous and beautifully full as I knew they’d be. I bury my hands, indulging in them, the tip of my cock burning with my seed’s hungry to explode in her womb.
I don’t just want to fuck her.
I need to impregnate her.
It’s a primal urge, rising from deep inside of me, compelling me in ways I can barely understand.
Suddenly Samantha breaks it off, taking a step back.
“I hear footsteps. She must be coming back.”
It takes a herculean effort to step away from her, but I know that if I don’t I won’t be able to hold myself back. Her taste is on my lips, and my mind is whirring with the suddenness of what we just did.
I can tell from the frantic look in her eyes she feels the same shock running through her.
But I can read something else there too.
The need to do it again.
I turn as the door opens, trying my hardest to look civilized and not like the savage beast Samantha makes me.
“So, how’s it going? Nobody’s slapped, anybody? I see none of the drinks have been spilled.”
Samantha laughs in an exaggerated way, as though by laughing she can hide what we just did. But she’ll never be able to mask the closeness we just shared, the fire we ignited.
I want to drag her from here and take her someplace private, someplace where I can finish what we started.
“We’re fine. We’re ready to get going.”
That’s the goddamned truth, but I’m not thinking about a photo shoot. I’m thinking about the way she’s going to melt for me when I throw her down on silk sheets, running my hand down her body and bringing it to her sex, rubbing her softly at first, and then harder as I feel her needy wetness squirting over my palm.
“Okay, let’s start with some casual ones, shall we?” Janie says, wandering over to the studio section.
With her back turned to us, Samantha and I gaze at each other as though there’s an invisible force tethering us to each other.
I wonder if she can feel it too, not just the lust, not just the physical need.
But the primal necessity of being close to each other, the drumming hunger that has ignited deep inside of me, far beneath the civilized façade I wear for the world.
Her young womb must be desperate for my seed to swell and give me a second chance at being a family man.
Janie turns, clapping her hands with a smile. “Well, what are we waiting for?”
I smirk at Samantha, gesturing. “After you.”
She rolls her eyes, and there’s an intoxicating note of sassiness in her voice when she speaks. “Wow, what a gentleman.”
Maybe it makes me a little fucked up, but I love it when she sasses me.
Chapter Five
Kelly
I walk over to the white backdrop, my heartbeat thrumming so heavy in my chest I’m sure something’s going to burst.
He doesn’t recognize me.
He thinks I’m somebody else.
He called me beautiful. He said he wanted me. He said he wanted to make love to me.
No, he didn’t put it in those terms.
He grabbed me like he was a wild animal and he crushed me in that kiss, and I could feel his rock hard manhood against my belly, the same way I have a thousand times in my fantasies.
My panties graze my skin with burning friction against my sex, wetness flooding into my pants, screaming at me to leap on Kaleb and grind against him before he finds out who I really am.
I try not to think about Natalie, about what she’d think if she learned how badly her plan backfired.
I’m sure she never dreamed I’d be paired up with her freaking dad.
“So how do we stand?” I ask, achingly aware of Kaleb’s presence next to me.
I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the phantom imprint of his lips on my mouth.
I can feel my skin tingling, sizzling up and down my arms, over my thighs, a thousand buzzing points screaming at me to collapse against him.