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sensitive skin of my neck. “I bet you really wish you hadn’t turned down the earpiece now, don’t you?”
    My mouth parts in surprise, but I recover quickly. “I think the real question is if you’re up for the challenge of keeping me interested without it.”
    I pull the robe closer around me, ducking under his arm and heading towards the safety of the crew. Breathing slowly, I try to calm the pounding of my heart. Devon Goode spells danger, and I’ll be lucky if I escape the spell he’s casting on me.
    Back at the pile of trashy seaweed I gesture to Crystal. When she reaches me, I’m quick to amend my early directions. “I’ve changed my mind. How quickly can you apply some lashes, a heavy cat-eye liner, and a bright lip?”
    Crystal grins, happy to finally be allowed to work her full magic. “Give me ten and you’ll be perfect.”
    “Awesome.”
    As I watch Crystal race back to her station to gather the needed supplies, I gather every shred of willpower I can muster. I’ll feel better when my armor is back in place. Devon’s been drawing too much Anna out, and right now I need Sierra to protect her.

    T wenty minutes later , I’m lying on my side–the litter-filled seaweed draped around my body– in a fuchsia, crotchless one-piece bathing suit. If you can call it a one-piece since it barely covers my hard nipples, a thin strip of stretchy fabric down my torso - the bottom half a crotchless thong. My plan isn’t working out a well as I hoped, since I refused the earpiece Devon’s taken it upon himself to hands-on direct me. He’s also ordered Crystal to scrub my face clean again. I’d tried to argue, but when his savage gaze confronted mine I’d caved.
    So here I am, back arched– as if I'm performing a horizontal back-bend. He’s arranged my arms above me, spread my hair across the sand, taken his time spreading my legs apart and angling them in the warm surf. It’s an intimate gesture, his firm hands gliding along my calves. I try to distract myself by visualizing what this will look like to the camera–a beautiful, broken doll nestled in her bed of sand and seaweed and ocean.
    Once he’s satisfied, he raises his fingers– those fingers– to his face and inhales. My heart stutters and I take a sharp breath in. And now his face is covered by the camera as he circles around me snapping pictures. His dick strains against his shorts, making me wonder if maybe I haven’t also captured him in a spell of my own.
    “Next location” he snaps, not even glancing toward me before he heads down the beach.
    Sam helps me to my feet, and Zach is ready with my robe. “Where are we headed next?”
    Zach glances down at his schedule, before lifting a hand to shade his eyes. “He’s gone off schedule, but it looks like that pile of driftwood down there.”
    The entire crew follows behind me, trying their best to haul the needed equipment to the impromptu location change.
    When we finally catch up to Devon, his eyes are wild, yet focused. “Sierra, no clothes for this part.”
    Spurred on by the clinical directions, I quickly de-robe and slip out of the bathing suit. His camera is already at his eye, so it appears I’ll be positioning myself for this set. “Where do you want me?”
    “Lean against the center of the driftwood.” I follow his directions. “Now prop your legs on the branches. No, left leg a little higher. Yes, perfect.”
    My blood flashes in bursts of hot and cold. Excitement not just from the tent in his pants, but also the command he holds right now. Lost in his world of apertures and shadows and light. I can’t speak for him, but I’ve never been this inspired by a shoot.
    “Arms draped over the…good, right arm a little higher.” I can hear the click of his camera. “Head titled back. Yes, hold that.” He moves with a lithe grace, the camera a mere extension of his body. “Legs a little bit wider…fucking perfection.”
    A sense of empowerment slowly begins to invade my