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neck, give her little love bites. Yes, perfect. John, feel free to do whatever you want with her from that angle,” Paulie practically yelled his enthusiasm.
    The rest of the crew groaned and several of the men turned away, hiding obvious erections. Vivi merely laughed and went back to posing for the camera. It was all in a day’s work.
    Even though the two men were gay, they had no trouble doing whatever was necessary, within reason of course, for the camera. It was just one of many things Vivi loved about the pair. They had no problem suffering for their craft. A craft that paid extremely well and today would be no different.
    “Say orgasm, people. You know you want to come, I know I do. So let it happen,” Paulie called out as he circled the trio, taking shot after shot, yelling out directions.
    Vivi opened her eyes and stared at Rafe, locking her gaze on his. She licked her lower lip and then tipped her head back on Jeff’s shoulder. As if on cue, the younger man palmed her breasts and Vivi fought down a groan. She flexed her fingers in John’s hair, feeling him nibble on her thigh and fought down a giggle. Now was not the time to start laughing. What she would have preferred was John to finish what he started and lick her pussy. But she knew that wouldn’t happen in this lifetime or any other. The man was head over heels in love with Jeff. And for that Vivi was thrilled.
    Yet, it still didn’t soothe the ache raging between her thighs at the moment.
    If only it were Rafe Santori touching her. If only it were Rafe between her legs. The if onlys went on until Paulie called it quits for the day due to the extreme heat from the sun.
    “I don’t want my models getting sunburned or heat stroke. That’s not part of the game plan for this week. Everyone inside and start drinking water. Lots of water. I want you hydrated.”
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    Rafe shifted uncomfortably and kept himself stationed behind the lounge chair. He’d thought he could handle it. The sight of Vivian Bloom practically naked wearing nothing but a pair of man’s hands and the other man’s mouth almost buried in her pussy nearly put him over the edge. He could have shot his wad right there on the deck.
    When he told Paulie he wanted something daring, something to ramp up the anniversary edition of the magazine, something that would showcase Vivi’s talents to the hilt, Rafe had no idea the photographer was going to come up with something like this. It was just shy of pornographic. But it was exactly what Rafe wanted. This would sell thousands of copies.
    Problem was, Rafe had three more days of the shoot to get through and if Paulie kept putting her in positions like today’s, Rafe was going to have to either make himself scarce or figure out a way to keep his cock at ease. And neither one sounded like much fun.
    He walked over to where Vivi stood, sipping a bottle of water. The sash on her robe hung loose and Rafe could see the swell of her cleavage between the folds.
    Summoning the last bit of courage and decency he had left, Rafe leaned over and tied the sash tight. “Careful, you wouldn’t want to get burned out here. The sun’s brutal on untried skin.”
    She looked at him oddly, her lips parted and a drop of water lingering on her bottom lip.
    For a brief second Rafe wondered what she’d do if he were to lean forward and lick it off.
    Then again if he were less of a man, he would have already done it.
    “Thank you. Maybe it would be better if I went and got dressed.”
    What he would have preferred was that she accompany him back to his stateroom and he’d show her what fun they could have without the rest of the crew looking on. The possibilities were endless. But he couldn’t and he wouldn’t. It just wasn’t going to happen. This was business and Rafe Santori never mixed business with pleasure. He never dated an employee and he wasn’t about to break his own rule just to satisfy an itch. Regardless of how much he wanted to.
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