I didn’t even know Ashlyn was beside me until I heard her loud sigh. It wasn’t just a normal sigh, it was a ‘fuck me they are too gorgeous for words’ sigh. I wrapped my arm around her waist, and we stood their gawking at my two best friends.

“I think I need to introduce you to them,” I said breathlessly.

“Oh fuck, do I look okay? Shit! Colby is coming over.”

Colby’s eyes suggestively ran over Ashlyn’s body as he strolled across the room before focusing on me. He had serious sex appeal and every single woman in the room knew it. His face lit up with a cheeky grin as he pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the side of my head when he got to us.

“Fuck babe! Look at this; this is all your fucking doing. Proud of you!”

“Well I’ve got good subjects to shoot.”

“I’ll be sure to put on my best moves.”

Colby looked between Ashlyn and me, hinting for an introduction.

“Colby this is Ashlyn, and Ashlyn this is Colby.”

“Where have you been hiding this pretty girl?” he flirted, before kissing her on the cheek and shooting her a wink that I knew meant ‘I’ll rock your world’. Yep my best friend was a complete and utter ladies’ man.

I had never seen Ashlyn act so nervous before. She turned into a grinning mess and the seductress came out in full force, but I also knew she was still hung up on Lachlan.

“Gotta go to work babe,” Ashlyn announced and rushed off toward the portable dressing room that had been set up at the back of the warehouse.

Colby kissed me sweetly on the cheek before announcing, “And I’ve got to go and be all kinds of sexy.”

••••

The next two hours were pure bliss; it was going so well that I thought I was in an alternate world where no problems or issues existed. The whole shoot was flawless. The guys were professionals behind the camera. Yes they were loud, obnoxious, and acted like cocky assholes on occasion but when it came to their career, they were as professional as they could be. Blake was a born front man. He had the looks, the personality, and the charisma to match the best of them. The camera loved him, and it made my job easy. Just before taking the last few shots, I handed my camera to my assigned assistant and stepped through the lighting equipment and headed to where Blake was leaning against an exposed brick wall.

“What do you need me to do boss?” Blake asked with a flirty side grin.

“Well you have the sexiness down pat so just give me your filthiest ‘let me take you home’ look and that should sell a few thousand copies.”

“I am shocked that you are implying that I have not done this look already?” he questioned with a feigned gasp.

“You have.” I winked and stepped closer, raising on my tiptoe and leaning toward his ear. “I just need a moment to breathe.”

“I am so fucking proud of you.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against his tattooed covered bare chest. Oh yes, of course he was shirtless for most of the shoot. With a body like that, I would have been scorned by the women of the world if I didn’t photograph him half naked. I fell into the comfort and for a moment escaped the rat race of the highly charged shoot.

“Your boyfriend has just arrived,” he whispered into my ear. “And once again you are in my arms.”

My boyfriend? “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

His deep chuckle caused me to pull away and look up at him in question. “Okay, well the guy who you are saying isn’t your boyfriend but who is looking at me like he is, has arrived.”

Before I could respond, Blake was called away by his manager and after giving me a hasty kiss on the cheek he disappeared into a sea of people. I took the downtime between shoots and headed back toward the temporary dressing room where I had set up a temporary office in one of the corners. Blake’s outlandish statement swam around my head. He could have only meant one person. As my hand gripped the curtain, I turned and looked through the main space of the warehouse. My eyes darted across everyone’s face, but they never landed on Ky. I couldn’t ignore the hint of disappointment I felt. I considered that Blake might have mistaken Josh for Ky because from a distance they could have passed as twins but Josh was now standing beside Ashlyn in deep conversation. I sighed in defeat and ducked into my seclusion in the curtained off area.

Boyfriend.

There was no way he was my boyfriend. He couldn’t be my boyfriend. I didn’t want a boyfriend. Ky was simply the guy who I spent my nights with, the guy who would kiss me until I couldn’t breathe, who would touch me until I trembled, the guy who pushed his way into the darkness of my heart. He was my—

A cool breeze suddenly grazed the back of my neck and before I had a chance to turn around to see the meaning behind the intrusion, strong arms surrounded my waist and pulled me into a firm and very familiar chest.

“Do you realize what a fucking turn on it is to see you owning the place like you are today?” His thick voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Can you be quiet?”

“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly, my body fitting so perfectly against his.

“I need to touch you, and I need to know whether you can be quiet. Last night wasn’t enough, and then I woke up this morning and you had disappeared.”

I opened my mouth to speak but was stopped when he placed a finger over my lips. He stood behind me, so close that I could feel every curve and muscle of his body against my back. The same body I was slowly becoming addicted to, for its warmth, strength and protection.

“Only say yes if you mean it. If you don’t want this say no to me. You need to be able to say no.” His pleads filled the space around me.

His hands lay on my stomach and his fingertips brushed the bare skin above my jeans, causing a shot of excitement to fire through me. I shuddered not because of fear but of desire.

“I’ll ask you once more but remember what I said.” His breath fell to my ear and the moment his tongue swept over the sensitive skin on my neck, my eyes slammed shut. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I sighed in response.

As soon as the words left my mouth, his lips fell to my neck. They were full and hungry, and attacked my neck with peppered kisses and gentle nips of my skin. I sighed in absolute pleasure. My eyes slammed shut under the intensity of emotions circulating my body. I fell back closer to his body, desperate to erase any space between our bodies and my sudden movements didn’t make him falter. One of his hands that was on my stomach moved down my body, teasingly slow until he suddenly cupped my heat through my jeans. The pressure alone sent a spark through me, and I inhaled sharply. Up and down he rubbed, hard and then so softly I didn’t know whether he was still there. The friction of my jeans and panties rubbing and pressing on my clit caused my skin to heat and a tightness to form in my lower belly.

“Ky, please,” I strangled out. The feeling within me grew and spiraled into a pleasure I craved. “Yes,” I repeated.

“I never realized how fucking sexy it would be to hear you beg.”

With precision, the button of my jeans popped open and the zipper torn down. The moment Ky’s finger slipped through my slick folds my head fell back on his shoulder; my arm flew up and wound around the back of his neck for support. His finger ran up and down so torturously slow while my breathing rushed out of my chest. My hips shifted, trying to get the friction I needed. I was beginning to crave the rush of pleasure this man could bring to me. With his free hand, Ky grabbed my chin and pulled my face around to the side so I was facing him.

“Open your eyes,” he growled, and I obeyed. His hazel eyes were bright, determined, and desire ridden. “I love when you beg, but I also love seeing your eyes when you come.”

His lips fell to mine, swallowing my gasp as he increased his torture yet he still didn’t hit the one spot where I craved his touch. Our tongues collided and swirled then attacked one another in fevered demands; for a moment I completely lost all sense of what was happening. He groaned against my lips as I rubbed my ass against his hardness then he quickly bit down on my bottom lip so erotically that I almost came on the spot. The moment he pulled away from my mouth and narrowed his eyes on mine I knew what was coming. Two fingers entered me, thrusting in and out, taking the air from my lungs while my head tried to process what was actually happening. I didn’t have a chance to analyze the situation before his thumb hit my needy clit. Not being able to hold it back any longer, I erupted into a wave of heat as my orgasm ran riot through me, taking every part of me along for the ride. I moaned but my sound was taken by his mouth as I rode out the sensation that took over my body.