“You’re okay with me sitting in, right?”

“It’s not a problem,” I respond. “As long as you don’t go blabbing your big mouth about how you got to watch me and Dallas do it.”

His raises an eyebrow. “My big mouth?”

“You look the type to have a big mouth. Speaking of which, that also goes for talking to anyone about how you got to fuck the photographer.”

“I would never…”

“I mean it, dude.” I clench my fists. “I will end you.”

To my surprise, he chuckles. “You’re pretty protective of her, aren’t you?”

“It’s a best friend’s duty to be protective.”

“Well, since you’re her best friend, I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He looks around and steps closer. “The reason I want to stand in today isn’t because I want to watch you two.”

“You want to watch Britain,” I finish. “You get off on watching her get off while she photographs, essentially.”

“She only gets really excited when she’s photographing you. I’m surprised you two haven’t…”

I raise my eyebrows incredulously. “What? Fucked?”

“Well, yeah.”

I snort. “We have a mutual sexual relationship that doesn’t involve touching. It’s nice.”

“A voyeur and an exhibitionist,” he muses.

“We’re both still pretty closet about it, I suppose. And by the way, it isn’t only me.” I give his body an intense glance up and down. “I got it out of her that she couldn’t walk straight after the shoot with you and Adam.”

He grins. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

Our conversation is cut off when Dallas walks down the hall in nothing but lounge pants. The tips of my fingers and toes grow numb. His body has become even more beautiful in the months that we’ve been separated, every muscle immaculately defined. He catches me staring and I flush and look away. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve straight-up licked his chest on multiple foreplay occasions, and now I can’t even look at him.

Maybe it’s because that, even after our little make out session last night, we’re technically still separated. Maybe it’s because he’s about to take me in front of an audience.

Or maybe, it’s because he doesn’t really want to do this.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to have sex with me. It’s that he wants to wait to have meaningful sex with me. He wants to prove himself.

What he doesn’t know is that he already proved himself when he told me that he begged A.J. to fly him out. And when we kissed on the bed last night, it was like nothing could be better than kissing.

But I’m not going to tell him that. The fact that he looks every bit nervous as I do helps me relax. In fact, for some reason, it’s kind of arousing.

“Err… I’ll let you two… talk,” mumbles Jaime before ducking back into the bedroom.

“Hi,” I say to Dallas as he approaches, trying desperately to keep my eyes off of his body.

“You ready?” he asks.

I swallow, untying my robe to let it fall apart just enough to expose the bra that Britain picked out for this shoot. Black, strapless, and push-up, it fits me like a glove, giving me a sultry amount of cleavage.

I watch as Dallas’s eyes flicker to my breasts, and a jolt of pulsing energy explodes at my core. Oh my God, I’m totally an exhibitionist.

“Don’t get too tied up in wanting to make meaningful love,” I say, stepping toward him and raising myself on my tiptoes. I whisper against his neck. “Have fun with me.”

Suddenly his hand presses against the small of my back, pulling me close to him roughly. He grips my jaw between his index finger and thumb, forcing me to look straight into his piercing, icy eyes.

He leans in until his mouth is barely brushing mine. “I’ve come to terms with it,” he murmurs. “I’m ready to fuck you senseless in front of an audience.” I feel the corners of his lips turn up in a grin. “But that doesn’t mean that I can’t also make meaningful love to you too.”

I suck in a breath of air as my body crumbles and attempts to recuperate. Suddenly, it clicks. This is what our relationship is based off of. Sexual careers. It might not be normal—hell, the eyes of the world may not even see it as healthy, but that doesn’t mean we loved each other less than an average couple.

They were never just photo shoots. It was never just sexual energy.

I break away from him, and without saying anything, turn around and walk back into the room, letting my robe drop to the floor.

“We’re ready,” I tell Britain, who stands on a box by the foot of the bed, still fussing with her camera.

She glances at me and then at Dallas. “Well then, let’s get this show on the road.” She points to the bed and we both climb on top of it. “This shoot is going to be a little bit different than others. I’m not going to direct you at all. I’m not even going to speak. Just try to forget about me and stay involved with each other. Keep in mind the position of your bodies and try to stay as open as possible, and I’ll do my best to stay classy and not… well, you know.” She snaps a few sample shots of me as I look up at her. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be kinky.”

I glance at Dallas. His expression is dark and near-unreadable. It reminds me of our very last shoot together, when he pulled me over his knees and spanked me. And how much I enjoyed it—my ass searing as his fingers slipped between my legs, all in front of the camera.

“Evan, you okay?” Britain asks.

I shake myself out of my stupor, clenching my thighs together and nodding. Dallas’s expression twitches with curiosity.

“You guys can start whenever you want,” Britain says.

Dallas and I are at a standoff. How are we going to start? Who is going to make the first move? The anticipation is about to kill me, so, as he sits on the bed, I slowly crawl on top of him.

His eyes are blazingly serious, like he’s desperate to figure out what I’m planning to do. But if I gave that away, where’s the fun?

I trail my fingers down his torso, his skin erupting in goose bumps when I press my lips lightly to his. As I nibble on his bottom lip, my hand slips into the fly of his pants. He gasps when my fist closes around his length. He’s already rock-hard for me. At least I’m not the only one painfully turned on.

I shoot him a playful, wicked glance before leaning in and kissing him on the neck, then moving to his collarbone. My mouth is open just enough to nip at his skin—to taste him—but it isn’t enough. I need more. I slide off his lap as I continue to kiss and lick downward, kneeling in front of him, my hair falling down either side of my face.

Before he has time to react, I swiftly pull his cock out through the fly of his pants. His hips arch as I lick the tip, and then open my mouth to take all of him in.

I’m only halfway down his length before his fingers lace through the hair at the base of my skull and he tugs upward. He presses his forehead to mine. “You keep that up and this shoot will be very short.”

He looks flustered. Pissed, almost. And it only makes me want to be more deviant. “Why don’t you try and stop me?”

I let my head drop again, licking his tip before he growls and pushes me off of him. I fall back onto the bed, and before I know what’s happening, he’s on top of me, holding my hands above my head and breathing heavily.

I struggle, but just enough to make him work for me. He glances at the bindings on the headboard. When I buck my hips against his, he wraps the leather around my wrists and ties it snuggly. I give a moan of faux irritation even though my body is on fire.

Dallas is receiving tell-all signs as well. After unhooking my bra, he pries my legs apart and studies my soaked panties before groaning and biting his lower lip. His eyes catch mine as he slowly licks his thumb. Pushing my panties to the side, his wet thumb rubs across my clit the same moment that I catch the camera out of the corner of my eye.

I lose it.

I buck beneath him as the pressure explodes and I shut my eyes, a cry escaping me. Dallas doesn’t give me half-a-moment’s break, thrusting two fingers inside of me. He leans forward and whispers into my ear. “A bit responsive today, aren’t we?”

I whimper in response, knowing what he loves to hear when I’m wet and vulnerable and desperately need him to fuck me.

“Is it me or the camera?”

“Both,” I murmur. He pulls his fingers out of me and thrusts them in again, curling them upward. I gasp, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Kinky girl.” He bites down hard enough on my earlobe for me to cry out, and then licks down my neck to the hollow of my throat. He slides my lace panties down my hips at the same time his teeth graze my nipple and I convulse again, not knowing how much more sensory-play my body will be able to take. I need him inside of me, now.

I drag his pants down his ass with my toes. His hands find my ankles, stopping me. “I think you’re the submissive in this scenario,” Dallas says, raising an eyebrow.

I hear Jaime chuckle somewhere off in the darkness.

“Don’t make me tie your feet. I’ll lose the angle I need to fuck you senseless.”

I whimper at the pleasure his words give me, high off the way he’s dominating me for the camera and himself.

“I think you should,” I whisper, my toes hooking beneath his waistband again.

His catches my ankles a second time, glaring at me between deep, ragged breaths. Then he looks up, studying the chains and bindings hanging above us. He reaches up and pulls on a chain with a leather cuff at the end, realizing it’s a pulley and retractable. I whimper as he tugs downward and binds my ankle, yanking on the back end to keep my leg hoisted.