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and then the camera stopped clicking.
I glanced around, irritated. Were we done?
I wasn’t done.
Joey still clutched at the front of my shirt, but she released the fabric and smoothed her palms out over my pecs.
“Your skin is smooth,” she murmured, peeking up from beneath a thick, dark lash line.
I lifted a hand, wrapped it around her shoulder, and let the pad of my thumb brush back and forth over her skin.
“I have an idea.” The photographer cut in.
A displeased rumble vibrated my chest. Why was he still here?
Joey pulled her hands and body away, turning toward the man.
“I don’t want to come off as forward. I know you two aren’t a couple…”
“Just say it,” I snapped out.
He swallowed.
Joey gave me a reproachful look. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a dick.”
Amusement as well as full-on horniness filled me as I watched that round ass sashay away. I liked hearing dirty words out of her pretty mouth.
The photographer nodded and focused on her. I saw the desire in his eyes. He thought she was sexy, too. I glanced down at his jeans. If he had a boner, I’d fuck him up right here.
“I want to do something really broken down, simple but at the same time really sexy. I think it would be a big hit with not only the magazine’s demographic, but the audience the NRR is trying to pull in.”
Non-race fans. People who didn’t feel like they belonged anywhere. The NRR wanted to be a home for everyone—especially those who felt like outcasts and underdogs.
“Sounds good,” Joey replied encouragingly. “What did you have in mind?”
“Uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Would you mind taking off your shirt?”
Oh, hell yeah! my dick shouted.
I watched her shoulder blades come together. She wasn’t expecting that.
She glanced back at me, almost peeking around the curtain of her fuck-me hair. Seriously. It was all satin and silk. It begged for my hands.
I shrugged.
“Sure,” she said instantly.
Ballsy.
I liked it.
Joey turned, glanced at me, then stripped that white, not see-through-enough tank right over her head. I watched the fabric fall from her fingertips and onto the floor.
After that, I saw nothing else but the way her big, round tits bounced beneath the lace of her bra as she strode back over to where I was.
Most tits that big were fake. Hers were all natural.
I felt my tongue run across my lower lip. Suddenly, I was really thirsty.
She smirked, and I had a moment of clarity where I thought, Is she playing me right now?
But it was here and gone, because her hand reached for mine.
I stepped up. We stood staring at each other, chest to chest.
“The bra?” the photographer called out.
Joey’s teeth sank into her lower lip. I saw a flash of something in her eyes, but then she tossed back her hair and reached behind her.
Before I could even comprehend what the fuck was happening, she was standing there completely naked from the waist up.
Her skin looked like silk, called to me like velvet… And her nipples… they were the deepest shade of pink I’d ever seen, and they were erect.
“What the fuck!” I roared, taking everyone off guard.
Joey jumped in alarm when I yelled.
Quickly, I ripped off my open shirt and shook it out behind her, tucking the front closed, hiding the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen.
“Lorhaven?” My name was a question.
It irritated me. Something about my name on her tongue didn’t seem right.
“Hold this,” I said, harsh, gripping the shirt closed.
She grabbed it. I stalked over to where the cameraman was standing. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him right off his feet.
“What game are you playing?” I growled.
“N-no game,” he stuttered, shock and fear in his irises.
“You tell women to take off their clothes in front of your camera all the time?” I spat. My chest rose and fell rapidly.
It was one thing to admire Joey’s body, to think about burying deep… to making her squirm a
I glanced around, irritated. Were we done?
I wasn’t done.
Joey still clutched at the front of my shirt, but she released the fabric and smoothed her palms out over my pecs.
“Your skin is smooth,” she murmured, peeking up from beneath a thick, dark lash line.
I lifted a hand, wrapped it around her shoulder, and let the pad of my thumb brush back and forth over her skin.
“I have an idea.” The photographer cut in.
A displeased rumble vibrated my chest. Why was he still here?
Joey pulled her hands and body away, turning toward the man.
“I don’t want to come off as forward. I know you two aren’t a couple…”
“Just say it,” I snapped out.
He swallowed.
Joey gave me a reproachful look. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a dick.”
Amusement as well as full-on horniness filled me as I watched that round ass sashay away. I liked hearing dirty words out of her pretty mouth.
The photographer nodded and focused on her. I saw the desire in his eyes. He thought she was sexy, too. I glanced down at his jeans. If he had a boner, I’d fuck him up right here.
“I want to do something really broken down, simple but at the same time really sexy. I think it would be a big hit with not only the magazine’s demographic, but the audience the NRR is trying to pull in.”
Non-race fans. People who didn’t feel like they belonged anywhere. The NRR wanted to be a home for everyone—especially those who felt like outcasts and underdogs.
“Sounds good,” Joey replied encouragingly. “What did you have in mind?”
“Uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Would you mind taking off your shirt?”
Oh, hell yeah! my dick shouted.
I watched her shoulder blades come together. She wasn’t expecting that.
She glanced back at me, almost peeking around the curtain of her fuck-me hair. Seriously. It was all satin and silk. It begged for my hands.
I shrugged.
“Sure,” she said instantly.
Ballsy.
I liked it.
Joey turned, glanced at me, then stripped that white, not see-through-enough tank right over her head. I watched the fabric fall from her fingertips and onto the floor.
After that, I saw nothing else but the way her big, round tits bounced beneath the lace of her bra as she strode back over to where I was.
Most tits that big were fake. Hers were all natural.
I felt my tongue run across my lower lip. Suddenly, I was really thirsty.
She smirked, and I had a moment of clarity where I thought, Is she playing me right now?
But it was here and gone, because her hand reached for mine.
I stepped up. We stood staring at each other, chest to chest.
“The bra?” the photographer called out.
Joey’s teeth sank into her lower lip. I saw a flash of something in her eyes, but then she tossed back her hair and reached behind her.
Before I could even comprehend what the fuck was happening, she was standing there completely naked from the waist up.
Her skin looked like silk, called to me like velvet… And her nipples… they were the deepest shade of pink I’d ever seen, and they were erect.
“What the fuck!” I roared, taking everyone off guard.
Joey jumped in alarm when I yelled.
Quickly, I ripped off my open shirt and shook it out behind her, tucking the front closed, hiding the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever seen.
“Lorhaven?” My name was a question.
It irritated me. Something about my name on her tongue didn’t seem right.
“Hold this,” I said, harsh, gripping the shirt closed.
She grabbed it. I stalked over to where the cameraman was standing. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him right off his feet.
“What game are you playing?” I growled.
“N-no game,” he stuttered, shock and fear in his irises.
“You tell women to take off their clothes in front of your camera all the time?” I spat. My chest rose and fell rapidly.
It was one thing to admire Joey’s body, to think about burying deep… to making her squirm a
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