Ginger laughed. I do?

Click. Click.

Oh, yes. You long to tell me how you need more of my cock. That you dream of it at night. That you love the way it feels all hard and silky inside your mouth.

Clickclickclickclickclick.

And there are many ways to say ‘pussy' in Spanish.

There are?

Oh, yes, bonita.

But there is only one language to speak of the pussy and the cock.

She let out a little groan.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

It had to be the accent, Ginger decided, because if Larry had murmured these same words to her she'd be laughing at how ridiculous he sounded.

The only language we need is the language of the body, of passion. No words are needed, yes? Just the lips and the tongue and the teeth and the fingers and the skin.

Click. Click. Click.

That's it, my sweet Genevieve. Feed the doggie her treats. Later you will feed me your pussy, yes? Your pussy will be my treat.

Click.

So you will allow me to love you tonight? You will give yourself to me?

Ginger was shoving the treats into HeatherLynn's mouth faster than the little dog could gobble them. God, yes, Lucio, she breathed.

Go a little slower, mi amor. I need to capture the seconds in between the treats, yes?

Oh. Sorry.

Look at the camera.

Okay.

I'm going to fuck you so good tonight.

Click. Click. Click

You will take all of me up inside you. You will be hot and slick.

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.

Oh, my God.

At that point, HeatherLynn apparently reached her limit for dog treats and dirty talk. She raised a paw and knocked the sunglasses off her nose, then ran back to her pillow.

Ginger was panting. She felt a light sheen of perspiration all over her body, and she knew it wasn't from the harsh lighting.

Lucio said nothing. He went about switching off the lights and putting away his equipment. Ginger sat up in the sand, crossing her legs and reaching above her head to stretch.

Did we get enough pictures, do you think?

Lucio didn't answer her.

I've always thought you had to take thousands of pictures to get one really good one, she said.

He chuckled softly. It is often the case, yes. But sometimes, you take one shot, you nail it, you know it, and you pack up and go home.

Did you nail it?

Lucio looked at her, his eyes smiling. He said nothing, just continued with what he was doing.

Ginger watched every move he made. There was an intensity to Lucio when he was sexually charged. Sex was serious business to him. His sentences were shorter. His eyes grew darker. He became the aggressor. Ginger could tell that even as he worked, he was seriously aroused.

It made her breathless to think of what would come next.

Suddenly he stood above her. Lucio reached his hand down for her and pulled her to a stand. Her heart was pounding.

Open your mouth just a little bit for me, he said. She did what he asked, thinking maybe he was planning ahead for another picture. Lucio slid his middle finger between her lips.

Her eyes flew wide. She let go with a moan that felt like it started from the soles of her feet.

You make me insane, he whispered, leaning close, adding his tongue alongside his finger. After a moment of this, he placed his lips over hers, continuing to invade her mouth with tongue and finger.

Ginger shivered. She'd never felt anything so erotic in her life.

She reached out, placing her palm flat on his chest. She felt his heart racing. She felt the heat of his body through his shirt.

Without a word, Lucio ended the kiss, the tonguing, and the fingering. Come, he said, guiding her toward the bedroom.

I'm covered in sand, she whispered. I've got fake eyelashes on, and way too much hairspray.

None of it will matter, he said.

Lucio marched her right on through the bedroom and into Rick's palatial master bath. Lucio opened the doors to the huge slate shower and started the water. Hot streams shot out at every angle, from a dozen showerheads.

He turned to her, a pensive smile on his face. Something very strong happens when I'm with you. The word He shook his head.

Potent, she said.

Exactamente. He reached around her chest and unclasped the old-fashioned hook-and-eye closure of the bikini top. The animal in me comes out, Genevieve. My male animal. I feel dominant. I know I will take what I want from you, and I know you will give it to me.

Ginger nodded slowly, trying to swallow. He slipped his fingers into the sides of her bikini bottom and pulled them down her thighs, past her knees, down her calves, and to the floor. She stepped out of them.

Does it bother you that I become so forceful when I want you? Lucio traced a fingertip down the side of her face. Does it scare you? I do not want to scare you, mi amor.

I'm not scared.

Does it arouse you?

Oh, hell yeah.

I will never do anything you do not like. He kissed her gently on the lips. The sex talk in the studioI saw how it lit up your face, how your skin grew flushed. I took advantage of that. I trust it did not offend you.

Ginger shook her head. The only thing that would offend me is if you used the same technique with Roxie and Bea and everyone else you photograph.

Lucio laughed softly. I do not foresee that happening.

Then we're good.

Will you undress me now, Genevieve?

She nodded, giving him a shy smile. Ginger reached out for his belt, pulling it through the buckle. She unzipped the fly of his jeans and watched as the pants slipped down his slim hips. Ginger grabbed the edge of his casual cotton shirt and yanked it over his head. Lucio got to the boxer briefs before she could, pulling them off his body with impatience.

Ginger gasped. She hadn't forgotten what he looked like, of course, because the vision was forever burned into her memory. But seeing him in front of her made her heart skip and her hands shake. Lucio Montevez was the most beautifully masculine thing she'd ever seen. She ran her hands over his biceps and then his forearms, feeling the steely flesh and the hard bone. She traced her fingertips over the muscular ripples of his abdomen, the swell of his hard ass as it flared just slightly from his lean waist.

You make me insane, too, she whispered, leaning forward to flick the very tip of her tongue on one of his nipples, then the next.

She let her tongue slide down the center of his chest, down to the narrow dividing line of dark, silky hair, to where it disappeared into the swell of his pubic bone.

She fell to her knees. She wanted to worship him, show him how much she desired him, how glad she was to have found him.

You've changed everything for me, Lucio, she said, brushing her fingers along the root of his hardening cock. You bring out something I never knew I had inside me.

His hand fluttered against her cheek. What is it?

My sexual self. Ginger leaned closer, running her tongue back and forth at the base of his shaft. She could feel him growing in girth and length. The male in you brings out the female in me.

That is how it should be, my love.

Ginger placed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked him softly. With her hands she lightly teased the rest of his shaft. She rubbed her hard nipples against the front of his thighs.

She looked up. Lucio had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, his lips open slightly. A thrill coursed through her knowing how she pleased him.

Ah, please stop, bonita. You will make me come.

She smiled up at him. You don't want that?

He laughed, looking down at her, his eyes black with desire. I do. I want to come while I'm inside you. So please Lucio reached down and supported her under her arms, bringing her to a stand. Step into the water with me. Let me wash the sand off you.