She laid her head against his chest again. “Guess we just need to make these two months count.”
Fucking-A he was going to make them count. Screw it all—his rules, his fears, all of it. No way was he letting Evan walk out of his life again. Not without doing everything in his power to stop her.
He curled his arm more tightly around her, his resolve hardening like steel inside him.
Game on, Dr. Dan.
Game fucking on.
TWENTY
“Tuck your tits in more. You have nip showing,” Finn advised as he adjusted the lighting on Callie’s left.
“Professionalism, Finn,” Evan reminded her intern from behind her camera.
“Sorry.” Finn cocked his chin up in a haughty pose. “Pardon me, Ms. Jessup, for my crassness, but there may be a wee bit of your naughty bits exposed on top.”
Callie giggled and adjusted her boobs in the snug red bustier she’d donned for the first part of her boudoir photo session. “No worries, dollface. It’s not like I’m a real customer. But the British accent does sound cute on you.”
Finn blew her an air kiss.
“That looks good. Keep the light at that angle. And muss up the pillows behind her on the bed. They look too perfect.” Evan adjusted a setting on her camera, then straightened. “You look gorgeous, Cal. You still sure this is what you want to do?”
Callie shot Evan an eager smile. “Definitely. I didn’t spend four hundred bucks on lingerie and have you drag an air mattress in here for nothing. I’m going to show Brandon exactly what he’s missing if he keeps hanging out in the slow lane.”
“You trashy whore,” Finn teased.
Callie stuck her tongue out at him. “Says the man slut.”
Evan waved Finn out of the shot. “Enough you two. Let’s work on some make-your-man-drool magic. Ready?”
Callie smoothed her expression and gave the camera her best come hither look. Evan snapped a few shots, then checked the preview window to make sure the lighting looked as good on film.
“Looks all right?” Callie asked, her voice not quite as confident as it was before.
Evan sized her up in mock evaluation, then smiled. “I’d do you.”
She grinned. “Excellent.”
Evan spent the next hour and a half snapping shots of Callie and adjusting each background in between Cal’s outfit changes. Finn also jumped behind the camera for a small chunk of the session to get some practice. He kept telling Callie to look fierce, which inevitably made Cal laugh instead of looking fierce at all. But even with that, there was no doubt they had gotten some great shots.
By the time Callie had headed out in her street clothes to meet Brandon for a date, it had gotten dark outside. Evan checked the time on her cell phone. Damn. She’d told Jace and Andre that if the session didn’t run too long, she’d try to stop by before heading home for the night. But she was going to have to text one of them and cancel.
They’d all gotten in the habit over the last month of stealing whatever time they could together, not bothering with the pretense of going to The Ranch anymore. That home turf boundary had already been crossed the day she went to Jace’s apartment and made love to him on his balcony. She’d stayed the night there with the two of them, cutting through every safety net she’d set for herself.
No matter. She could fall for them just as easily wherever they were having their interludes. Her heart certainly didn’t care about the location.
But having “the end” looming at the end of eight—now four—weeks had kept her in check. Ever since she’d broken down and cried at the cabin, she’d made sure to hold a piece of herself back when she was with them. It’d taken her a few days to get her footing again once she’d returned home, but now her guard was solidly back in place. Leaving herself that vulnerable again was not an option. Especially after she’d felt the shift in Jace.
Over the last few weeks, he’d morphed from Mr. Distant Dom to a grown-up version of the boy she used to know—playful, sweet, and so fucking flirty that it was hard to believe that when the bedroom door closed, he could be such a ruthless cuss. The combination was the sexiest damn thing she’d ever encountered. Add in Andre with his relentless charm and giving nature, and a girl could completely lose herself.r: Roni Loren
“Andre forbade me to wear any. Said we were coming here to cheer you up.”
“I knew I liked that guy for some reason.” Jace’s hands tracked up her inner thighs, his thumb reaching out to caress her heat. The pad of his thumb went slick the instant he found her swollen nub. So wet and ready for him.
She sucked in a sharp little breath as he stroked her clit, the afternoon breeze making her skirt flutter around her thighs. “Lord, that feels good.”
“I need you. Now.”