Overexposed: The Complete Boxset: A Virgin Meets a Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Rae Lynn Blaise
see in the mirror before me. Does it matter if selling images of my body is just a paycheck, or if the niche I’ve built for myself is artistic in any way?
I end up climbing into bed without applying all of my anti-aging serums and potions and lotions.
I guess it’s safe to say that Devon Goode had successfully burrowed his way under my skin.
3
I wake up the next morning with a mixture of dread and anticipation for today’s shoot. I don’t know what to expect from Devon, especially after our heated debate and its awkward ending. There is nothing I wish for more than to pinpoint exactly what it is about this man that is getting to me–down through my tissue and into my very bones. Yes, he’s ridiculously attractive and talented and commanding...but I’ve been faced with that temptation before and never wavered in my convictions.
There’s something in the way he focused on me with those fathomless green eyes when I fought with him yesterday. All I can imagine is curling my fingers into his chestnut curls and guiding those full lips between my thighs...of the rough brush of his scruff against my sensitive skin, the hot sweep of his tongue along my seam, the slight nip of his teeth as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Great. Now I need another shower, especially if I want to maintain my composure, the air of professionalism that will serve as the perfect buffer for this disastrous train of thought.
After I’ve showered and forgone all of my beauty creams, except body lotion (because hello, today is a shoot day) I venture down the hall and into the dining room. I make my way to the coffee maker and pour an oversized mug of coffee, adding a touch of milk and sugar. Turning, I automatically scan the room as I take a sip. Merciful heaven that is good . I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t immediately see the object of my current obsession while simultaneously tamping down my unwanted disappointment.
I need to be mentally prepared for when we finally come face to face again. I glance down at my watch. Twenty minutes until I have to be down getting ready for the shoot. Twenty minutes has never seemed so long, and yet so short, a time frame. What the actual living fuck is wrong with me?
Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to Eric. You wanna Skype tonight? Well, technically tonight for me and tomorrow for you.
I anxiously wait for his answer, my meticulously manicured fingers tapping against the side of the mug. My phone buzzes. Of course. What time?
Would 8pm for me work? So that’s what 9am for you?
The phone buzzes again. Yup, it’s a plan. I’ll be in the office, but I can definitely make it work.
Wonderful. I miss you.
Buzz. I miss you the most.
No, I do. I smile as I tap the message out.
Buzz. Well I love you the most.
Not possible.
Buzz. Fine, I let you win this one. Only b/c I need to be in a meeting in 5. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face.
Can’t wait to see yours too.
Buzz. Love you, Babe.
Love you.
A smile flutters across my lips. I’m tired of being away from him, and seeing him tonight– regardless if it’s just through a computer screen–should help banish Devon from my thoughts. I need to get my head on straight.
“No cells are allowed on my shoot today,” says a voice beside me.
My knees go weak with the low hum of his voice against my skin, but I refuse to turn and acknowledge his presence. “It’s my shoot. I think you forget who’s supplying your paycheck. That is all you’re concerned with anyway, isn’t it?”
“I expect my rules to be obeyed, or I could just walk.”
This time I meet his gaze. “Then do it.”
There’s a tightening around his eyes, and I glimpse the conflict he thinks he’s hiding in their depths. He wants this to be just business? He’s going to get it.
“Exactly what I thought. You’re all talk and no action,” I say. I glance at his groin suggestively, quirking an eyebrow to make sure he gets my meaning. “Now, if you
I end up climbing into bed without applying all of my anti-aging serums and potions and lotions.
I guess it’s safe to say that Devon Goode had successfully burrowed his way under my skin.
3
I wake up the next morning with a mixture of dread and anticipation for today’s shoot. I don’t know what to expect from Devon, especially after our heated debate and its awkward ending. There is nothing I wish for more than to pinpoint exactly what it is about this man that is getting to me–down through my tissue and into my very bones. Yes, he’s ridiculously attractive and talented and commanding...but I’ve been faced with that temptation before and never wavered in my convictions.
There’s something in the way he focused on me with those fathomless green eyes when I fought with him yesterday. All I can imagine is curling my fingers into his chestnut curls and guiding those full lips between my thighs...of the rough brush of his scruff against my sensitive skin, the hot sweep of his tongue along my seam, the slight nip of his teeth as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Great. Now I need another shower, especially if I want to maintain my composure, the air of professionalism that will serve as the perfect buffer for this disastrous train of thought.
After I’ve showered and forgone all of my beauty creams, except body lotion (because hello, today is a shoot day) I venture down the hall and into the dining room. I make my way to the coffee maker and pour an oversized mug of coffee, adding a touch of milk and sugar. Turning, I automatically scan the room as I take a sip. Merciful heaven that is good . I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t immediately see the object of my current obsession while simultaneously tamping down my unwanted disappointment.
I need to be mentally prepared for when we finally come face to face again. I glance down at my watch. Twenty minutes until I have to be down getting ready for the shoot. Twenty minutes has never seemed so long, and yet so short, a time frame. What the actual living fuck is wrong with me?
Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to Eric. You wanna Skype tonight? Well, technically tonight for me and tomorrow for you.
I anxiously wait for his answer, my meticulously manicured fingers tapping against the side of the mug. My phone buzzes. Of course. What time?
Would 8pm for me work? So that’s what 9am for you?
The phone buzzes again. Yup, it’s a plan. I’ll be in the office, but I can definitely make it work.
Wonderful. I miss you.
Buzz. I miss you the most.
No, I do. I smile as I tap the message out.
Buzz. Well I love you the most.
Not possible.
Buzz. Fine, I let you win this one. Only b/c I need to be in a meeting in 5. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face.
Can’t wait to see yours too.
Buzz. Love you, Babe.
Love you.
A smile flutters across my lips. I’m tired of being away from him, and seeing him tonight– regardless if it’s just through a computer screen–should help banish Devon from my thoughts. I need to get my head on straight.
“No cells are allowed on my shoot today,” says a voice beside me.
My knees go weak with the low hum of his voice against my skin, but I refuse to turn and acknowledge his presence. “It’s my shoot. I think you forget who’s supplying your paycheck. That is all you’re concerned with anyway, isn’t it?”
“I expect my rules to be obeyed, or I could just walk.”
This time I meet his gaze. “Then do it.”
There’s a tightening around his eyes, and I glimpse the conflict he thinks he’s hiding in their depths. He wants this to be just business? He’s going to get it.
“Exactly what I thought. You’re all talk and no action,” I say. I glance at his groin suggestively, quirking an eyebrow to make sure he gets my meaning. “Now, if you
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