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He angled his head, deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over hers There was no way a photographer could see that He was getting way too into character

But she found she didn’t ue into his mouth, tasted him, then bit down hard on his bottom lip His punishment, as requested

She ht on a deep, feral growl that ruh his body, made his kiss intensify

She arched into hiainst his chest Until she couldn’t think anyer, the confusion, the deception, dissolved into one big blur of desperation and passion that eclipsed everything else

She felt the ale to move her hands from his hair, down his shoulders, to his chest Just to see what muscles like that would feel like beneath her palms To knohat it was like to touch a man as so perfectly formed

She didn’t, though Mostly because she was afraid if she shifted their positions in any way, she would lose her grip on him and slowly sink down into a puddle

When he lifted his head, she felt like she’d run a marathon, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to catch her breath

“That,” he said, “should be sufficient I think it will leave little doubt about our personal involveht on camera”

“Oh” It was all she could say Her brain had coue in her mouth

“And even better, it’s a completely appropriate tis on our minds”

“Right”

“Everything okay?”

“Fine It just seeot here and…and I have to write a check”

“We have work in the ”