“That is up for debate.” I turn my head and capture his earlobe in my lips, sucking it between my teeth.Zin to make
His whole body tenses, and I’m delighted to feel the pressure of his arousal against my thigh. I know it’s taking all of his willpower to remain in control. If I just—
“Where the hell did they go?”
The sharp voice snaps me out of my sexual haze. It’s coming from above us—from just outside the boat.
“Maybe they want along that path over there? Around the lake?” This second voice sounds frustrated, but mostly just bored.
“If they went that way, we’d be able to see them through the trees.” That’s the first speaker again, and by now I’m pretty sure that it’s the reporter in the aqua pantsuit.
“Maybe we should go back and wait by the car?” The second speaker—her cameraman?—sounds less enthused by this situation every second.
Good. The sooner they get bored and leave, the better.
“We’re not leaving until I get something,” the reporter insists. “I want that first interview.”
Oh God, could she be any more of an obnoxious, go-getting leech? If Calder weren’t pinning me down, I’d go out there and kick her ass for being such a stereotype.
“What do you want us to do?” whines the cameraman.
“I’ll go this way, and you go the opposite direction. If you spot them, call me. Immediately.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Leaves crunch as the reporter stalks away. A handful of seconds later, she lets out a curse—I gleefully imagine she’s tripped over something in her aqua heels—but, eventually, all sound of her disappears. She’s moved on.
I wish I could say the same for the cameraman. I listen intently for the sound of his retreat, but he doesn’t seem in any hurry voice reminds me.
Crap. He’s sitting on the boat.
The absurdity of our situation hits me all at once, and the laugh begins to bubble up in my throat before I can stop it. I clamp my lips together, biting down on my tongue to keep from giving us away, but my body still shakes with the effort and air rushes in and out of my nose as I choke back the sound.
Calder notices. He claps a hand over my mouth, then leans down and whispers so quietly in my ear that I can barely hear him.
“So you think this is funny, do you? Think this is a game?”
I try to shake my head, but the pressure of his hand across my lips makes it difficult to move.
“Have you forgotten who you’re playing against?” he murmurs.
He leans down and catches my earlobe between his teeth, copying my attack from a moment ago. Goose bumps race across my scalp, and I suck in a ragged half-breath through his fingers. His other hand is down by my waist, holding me still beneath him, and he grinds against me.
“You like that?” he breathes. “You want me to fuck you right here, with that man right above us?”
As if on cue, the wood creaks above our heads. The cameraman must have shifted his weight. Part of me is terrified that he’ll hear, that he’ll know—but another part thrills at the pure depravity of our current situation.
Calder seems to be enjoying himself, too. His mouth burns a trail down my neck, nipping and sucking and teasing until the surface of my skin is dangerously sensitive. His fingers dig into my hip, and he grinds against me another time.
Fuck, I want him. I need him. I try to raise my hips to meet his, but he presses me back down.
“I can smell it on you,” he murmurs. “I bet you’re sopping wet right now.”
His hands are at my skirt now, tugging it up. I’m wearing tights underneath, but he doesn’t bother to pull them off. Instead he just slips his fingers between my legs. I’m sure I’ve soaked them through by now. I hear Calder’s breath hitch when his touch meets the damp">Neither of us says ait10 fabric.
“I’m not going to give it to you,” he whispers. “I’m not going to have sex with you. I’m going to bring you right to the edge and leave you there, and then maybe you’ll understand how serious I am.”
Even though I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh, I know he’s telling the truth. He’s done this before—toyed with me, brought me to the very brink of pleasure and then stopped—but I don’t have the strength to push him away now. My body has come alive at his touch, and right now, in this moment, there are no shadows or insecurities—just us.
The man above us coughs, and we both go still. Maybe not “just us,” then.
Still, that little reminder of the cameraman’s presence does little to deter Calder. Before long, he’s pressing his fingers against me through my tights once more. It takes everything in me to hold back my moan, and it’s a surprise when Calder suddenly removes his hand from my lips—until he grabs my scarf. He shoves the fabric into my mouth, properly stifling any sounds I might make. Then he moves his hand to my shoulder, holding me down.
Meanwhile, his mouth has started to blaze a trail across my collarbone and down over my chest. He brushes his nose against my breast, nuzzling and teasing until my nipple stiffens once more against my bra. It doesn’t matter that my clothes are still in the way. Calder takes my nipple in his teeth through the fabric, and I just about lose it. I grab his hair, twisting and tugging at the dark strands as he sucks on my breast through my dress. The sensation sends flashing lights across my vision.
I’m worried now. Worried because I’m having a harder time controlling my breathing, even around the scarf. Worried because I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to fight down the sounds of pleasure building in my throat. Is Calder crazy? If he doesn’t stop, we’re going to get caught.
But his fingers are still working furiously against me. I’m getting closer, and I try to tug Calder’s head away from my breast, try to stop this madness before it becomes unbearable. Calder refuses to obey my silent commands. Instead, he bites down on my nipple through my dress.
My legs flail, and he tries to keep me still, but it’s too late. My foot hits the side of the boat with a thwunk.
We both freeze.
For a moment, nothing happens, and I’m ready to let out a breath of relief when the wood creaks above us. The cameraman is getting up.">Neither of us says ait10
Oh shit.
I’m still scrambling to get my dress back down around my hips when the boat lifts. The sunlight is blinding, and I squint even as I struggle to pull the scarf out of my mouth. The cameraman stares down at us, a cigarette dangling out of his gaping mouth.