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chin and kept going to his lips until he caught her in a kiss.
    She deepened it fast, and Dom fucked her harder. Cassie moaned and wrapped all her limbs around him, giving in fully. He got the message, taking her deeply until he felt her body tightened and opened. Her screams filled the room as she called for more. He obliged, fucking faster until his release took him with a shock of pleasure.
    Now, he trembled in her arms. Her soft lips caressed his shoulders, and her fingers skimmed along his shoulders. “Hard enough?” he asked.
    “Hard enough. I’ll never have enough.” Her pussy squeezed his cock still deep in her.
    He’d never have enough of her, either. At the moment, he planned to keep her naked and pinned in bed forever. No chance for her to run off to work again. She had work to do here.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    It was the most vivid dream she’d ever had—lying there spooning a sexy hunk of a man. She didn’t want to wake up, but when Cassie stretched, it was real. The events flooded back to her. Things like that didn’t happen to her, not to behind-the-camera types who didn’t go looking for it. But here she was.
    After slipping from the bed, she found the bathroom. She used the facilities then splashed a little cold water on her face and inspected her reflection. She tamed her skewed waves and realized she felt no shame or guilt. She’d had sex with four men, and it wasn’t weird. Hell, she wanted more of them!
    With as much traveling as she’d done, Cassie knew people thought her worldly and more experienced. She’d had plenty of one-night-stands, but this was a new level of sex. And just next door.
    Tiptoeing back to bed, she lifted the sheet, and Dom reached for her. “I thought you might be heading home with a case of regret.” He pulled her to him.
    She pressed close and rested her head on his shoulder. “No. But feel free to kick me out if I overstay my welcome. It’s not far.” It never occurred to her to leave.
    “That won’t happen. Those two down the hall are smitten.” He kissed her forehead. “So tell me more about this idea for pictures. Multicultural groups.”
    “You don’t want to hear about that.” She teased his nipples.
    He grabbed her hand. “I asked, didn’t I?”
    “Well, it’s still forming. Race isn’t a big deal in relationships much anymore. Sure there are cultural differences, but few outside of Louisiana know a Cajun from a Creole. It’s just labels and history. We’re all southern. But what if I did a photo spread of interracial people in the throes of passion? The beauty and love of it. Like Monty and Alex. It’s a positive after all the bad Louisiana has endured.”
    “Sure you don’t get off on it?” he asked.
    She pondered it for a minute. “The visual contrast is hot, but it’s not a racial thing. I could tan until my skin is as bronze as Alex’s. I could paint you pink like an Easter egg and you’d still be sexy as hell. Women would still want you. The beauty of all our bodies is the uniqueness. That’s my point.”
    “I like it. Deep and sweet. You believe in it. That’d be a winner. But I think it’ll be hot, too.” He stroked her breast. “You want to take pictures of Alex and Monty?”
    Cassie pressed her pussy to his hip and rubbed her breasts to him. “We’ll see. I have to find my angle first. The arc. But a photo shoot would help.” She wanted pictures of her and Dom, but it was too soon. Too bold. “I wouldn’t use their faces.”
    A noise came from the hall and continued down the stairs. Cassie tensed, but Dom’s strong presence made her relax. Living alone, she was always a little on guard, but with four men living in the house, she couldn’t get jumpy. “Ham?”
    “Maybe. Too early. Probably Alex and Monty going for a midnight snack. We better go down if we want a slice of your pie.” Dom pulled the sheet away and rolled out of bed.
    “We don’t have to go. I don’t want to interrupt them.”