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up. Get a
hold of yourself, Evan.
    I swing my leg over the chair, sitting
in front of him so that I too am facing the water.
    Britain walks over to us and squats in
front of her chair, bringing the camera up to her face. “Scoot
together.”
    We do so until his hard torso presses
against my back. His breath tickles my ear as he says, “This is
kind of awkward for a first meeting, isn’t it?”
    I bite back my grin. Cute and
charming. Fuck me, I am never going to be able to stop thinking
about these next moments.
    But this will be it. I’ll get this
test shoot out of the way and then I won’t have to shoot with
Dallas again. That will be Delilah’s job. I couple minutes with
Dallas is all I have. Maybe I should just loosen up and enjoy the
only male contact I’ve had in a year, and probably all I’ll have
until I finish my PhD.
    “ Scenario,” Britain
begins. “Rylan, I want you to keep up that virginal persona of
yours. This is the first time you’ve ever been touched by a boy.
Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
    “ Fuck you,” I snap before
realizing that Dallas is going to find this work environment
incredibly hostile if I don’t keep my mouth under control. Luckily
for me, he reacts by giving a deep and throaty chuckle. My heart
begins to hammer in my chest.
    “ Dallas, I want you to
unwrap her like a Christmas present. Rylan, I want to see every
touch of his written on your face. Let’s see you two make
magic.”
    Your one chance to get some action in,
Evan. Forget your biases. Roll with it.
    I lean my head back and breathe, “You
heard what she said. Touch me.”
    I don’t know what, but I’m not
expecting him to listen. Maybe because, what I’ve seen from Dallas,
he seems more awkward than anything else. But he does listen. I
feel his slow breath on my jaw as his hand slides across my stomach
and he pulls me right up against him, my ass snug against his
groin.
    “ Where do you want me to
start?” he whispers.
    Oh, God. Oh, God .
    Slowly, the hand resting on my stomach
trails up the center hem of my dress. He reaches the top and hooks
his thumb beneath the fabric. The moment his lips brush against the
cusp of my ear, he drags my dress down until my bandeau is fully
exposed.
    I hear Britain snapping away. I think
she might be giving me direction, but I don’t want to focus on her.
I don’t care about the outcome of this shoot at all. I just want to
feel Dallas’s hands touching me in places I haven’t been touched in
ages.
    He drags his hand back up my bare skin
and to my bandeau, cupping my breast. I let my head fall back, a
small moan escaping my mouth.
    “ We’re not recording
audio, are we?” I can hear the amusement in his voice. “Or was that
noise you elicited not for the camera?”
    “ Shut up,” I breathe. I
raise my arms up and behind my head, wrapping them around his neck.
His free hand rests on my thigh, slowly inching upward and beneath
the skirt of my dress. He’s going to feel how wet I am, and we’re
not even doing anything.
    In one quick motion I flip my body
around so I’m facing him. I sit up and squeeze his hips with my
knees, hands finding his shoulders and pressing him back against
the lounge chair.
    His eyes are surprised, but his mouth
is twisted into a smile, like he knows something that I
don’t.
    I rock my hips into his, feeling how
hard he is.
    “ This isn’t very virginal
of you,” he mutters.
    Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be keeping
character. But facing him, I can study him more closely—his bold
jaw that I want to run my tongue over, his full bottom lip that I
want to bite…
    Britain moves closer, changing her
angle. “Dallas, get her out of that dress. Ry, be unsure of
him.”
    As he pulls down my dress, his fingers
graze the curve of my ass. Be unsure of him? How can I be unsure of
him when I want him so fucking bad?
    He doesn’t give me a chance to ponder.
Keeping one hand pressed to my back, he pushes me forward until I’m
lying on the chair