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and immune to his seductive charms the last thing I needed was his velvety vulgar words echoing directly into my ears.
    A large hand encircles my upper arm, pulling me into a cluster of trees and out of view from the crew. I instinctively know its Devon even before I meet his mossy green eyes. His fingers bite wickedly into my flesh, spreading and burning through my veins with unspoken promises. Stay strong, Anna.
    “Sierra, what is this nonsense about not using the earpiece,” Devon practically growled. The rough sound of it zinging down my body and awakening my pussy. “That is unacceptable.”
    With my free hand I flick my hair over my shoulder. “The only thing that’s unacceptable right now is your unwelcome hand on me. And maybe the fact that you keep forgetting who exactly the boss is here. Besides, earpieces irritate me. They really take me out of the moment.”
    “You are infuriating,” Devon hisses as he releases me from his grasp. “And pray tell, how am I to communicate my wishes and directions during the shoot?”
    “I would think the same way most photographers do: loud enough so everyone can hear you,” I answer, opening my eyes wide and feigning innocence. “But you’re the professional, I’d assume you’d know that better than me.”
    Devon’s eyes rove over my face and down my body, and for a brief moment I swear he can see through the robe, leaving me feeling more exposed than if I were actually naked. “Fine. I’ll play this little game with you. But consider yourself warned that in the end...I always win.”
    “I wasn’t aware that I was playing a game.” My chin lifts in defiance.  “And even if I were, you’ll soon find out that I’m not accustomed to losing.”
    “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Devon leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “But for now get ready to show me that perfect little cunt of yours,” his says, advancing on me until I can go no further due to the palm tree against my back. His hand parts the robe, his fingers playing against the soft skin of my inner thighs - brushing ever so lightly across the intimate lips, and just like that I’m soaked. “That’s right, I want to see you glistening in the sunshine.”
    I swallow hard. “You’re giving yourself far too much credit.”
    His mouth is still so achingly close to my ear, his hand now cupping my throbbing pussy. “Darling, stop fooling yourself. Do you think I don’t know how desperately you want me buried so fucking deep inside of you? Almost as much as I want to be buried there.” He dips a finger torturously slow into my folds, just deep enough to make it damp with my want.
    My eyes glaze over, and I have to swallow the moan that threatens to escape. Devon trails my slick seam before lifting the finger to his mouth and sucking it clean.  “You are delectable, and if I had my way I’d take you back to your room right the fuck now and I’d show you how a real man eats pussy.”
    A sharp intake of air is the only sound that betrays me. Right now there is nothing I want–no crave– with every fiber of my being then for him to do such a thing. And then without warning, his plunges two fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit with ease. He massages me, teases, coaxes me until I’m nearly undone. My eyes close and a moan escapes my lips before I panic, realizing anybody might see us. My eyelids flutter open and I’m confronted with those green eyes staring deep into mine, his lips parted...and then just as abruptly he withdraws his hand from my body.
    “I’m going to carry you with me for the rest of the day. Let you simmer in the knowledge that your sweet scent is permeating the air around me,” Devon whispers against my mouth, so close I can taste my own scent upon his breath. My knees tremble, and if he weren’t helping to support me I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself standing.
    Devon trails his full lips across my jawline, nipping at the thin,