“How long were you standing there?” I cock my head, challenging him to lie to me.
“Long enough to appreciate the fact that you can fight your own battles.”
Pride washes over me, and suddenly I’m glad he didn’t try to intervene. “That’s something you should know by now,” I say, matching his cockiness with a bit of my own.
He reaches for a glass and pours some water, takes a small sip, and eyes me over the rim of the glass. “You know, the way you talked to Heather about me—got all feisty and possessive? That was pretty hot.”
I give a nonchalant shrug. “If I’m going to be fully invested in our agreement, I have to act the part. Do you really think I wouldn’t defend our ‘relationship’ in public?”
Luka’s smile widens and he puts his arm around me, drawing me close.
“Is that all it was?” he asks, looking down into my eyes. “An act?”
Tingles race down my spine. “Of course. What else would it be?”
Our lips are inches apart, body heat flaring between us, and Luka’s gazing at me with an intensity that makes my pussy ache. I almost wish someone would bring me the damn full-ass panty that he was barking orders about so I’d have more of a barrier than this tiny thong between us. Female voices get closer and I glance over to see the other models walking our way. Heather gives Luka a wink and makes a show of sneering at me as they sashay toward us.
His eyes narrow with a spark of his asshole side—I know he’s about to do something. But I’m still not prepared as he takes my chin to tip my face up, and suddenly he’s kissing me, his arm tightening around my waist as he pulls me tighter against him.
“Luka,” I half moan, finally drawing away a little to catch my breath.
Instead of letting up, he steals another searing kiss, cupping my face and tilting my head back so my neck is bared and my breasts push forward. He grins against my lips as if he’s enjoying the little display he’s putting on for the benefit of the other models.
“You’re mine,” he growls, but it’s only loud enough for me to hear. The timbre of his voice jacks my need and it takes all my willpower not to wrap my leg around his and pull his hips closer to mine. Luka nibbles at my neck and works his way up, and I gasp at the contact.
Regardless of the fact that this is all for show, the chemistry between us is real.
My chest hitches at the warm luxury of his mouth brushing across mine gently before he takes my lips again fully, demanding that I part them with a push of his tongue. I do, and his tongue slicks along mine until I’m completely breathless, practically panting in his arms.He cradles the back of my head with the palm of his hand as he pulls away. His eyes are clouded with desire and also something I haven’t seen in him before.
Pride.
“What was that for?” I step back and smooth my robe with my palms, realizing that Heather and Sasha are gone. They must have gotten the message after seeing Luka all over me. “And why are you looking at me like that?”
Glancing around, I see that the photographer and everyone else on the crew has left, too. The set area is empty save for me and Luka, the space completely quiet.They all must have left to take a meal break.
“Just pleased to see my fiancée turn into such a lioness,” he says.
“No thanks to you,” I huff. “You could have stepped in. Backedmeup some.”
The dark lust in his eyes deepens and all at once I’m glad everyone is gone…because I’m two seconds away from getting on the table and fucking him right here.
“You want me to back you up, Brooklyn?” he says. “How about I back you up against the wall and wrap your legs around my waist so I can fuck you hard and deep? Or maybe I’ll back you up against the couch over there and bend you over it so I can take you from behind.”
“Jesus.” My face flushes hot and I’m so needy and wanting that I can hardly stand still.
He takes my hand. “I prefer when you call me ‘Oh, God.’”
“Is that so?” I say, my voice a challenge, my pulse racing.
Our eyes catch for a hot second and then we’re hurrying from the room and down a hallway. He makes quick work of checking door handles until he finds a room that’s open. We tumble inside, into semi-darkness. He shuts the door quietly, and suddenly my back is pressed against it and his hand is on my hip. He flicks on a light and we both go completely still.
My eyes dart around the room and I laugh. I can’t help it. Of all the places to fuck in this luxury building, we found a storage closet. The corners of his eyes crinkle. “We’re the adventurous kind, aren’t we?”
“You could say that,” I agree.
He laughs, and this banter feels good. It’s light and easy, and sexy because we’re sharing this odd moment in an even odder place. Just then, the overhead light shuts off. He laughs again, and then the soft glow of his cellphone flashlight illuminates the room.
“Oooh, ambiance,” I croon.
