Over Exposed

by Stephanie Julian

  Now, she honestly didn’t care. She’d already made up her mind.

  She was going to have him tonight.

  “Move that pillow to the left. Yeah, right there. Good.”

  He lifted the camera and she faded out of his sight line and out of his notice.

  It gave her the chance to watch him unobserved.

  He handled the camera with the ease of long use, almost as if it were an extension of his hands.

  They’d started in the lounge, moved to the community room, then headed upstairs to the bedrooms. Since each one was different, they’d started at one end of the hall and worked their way down, skipping the rooms they were using.

  While the tower room was Annabelle’s masterpiece, all of the rooms were unique. And sensual. And filled with items designed to arouse and soothe. Strangely enough, it all worked. She’d chosen to stay in the night-sky room. At least that’s what she called it. The walls and ceiling were painted a deep, midnight blue, and they gleamed at night because they’d been dusted with glow-in-the-dark glitter.

  The artwork shared a common theme but, where the other rooms were all linked by one artist, this room had several. The only common theme was the outdoor setting.

  Greg had chosen the room directly at the top of the stairs, probably because it was the first one he’d seen. Or maybe he liked the intensely masculine theme. Black silk sheets on the bed, black-leather upholstered furniture, wine-red walls. Beautiful, framed mirror over the bed. Yes, over the bed.

  Only one painting hung in his room but its sexual nature was hard to mistake. It showed a woman artfully bound by ropes. Tastefully, of course. But still hot enough to peel paint.

  “Alright, babe. Let’s take a break. I have enough to get started. And you look like you could do with some food.”

  Blinking out of her thoughts, she looked up at Greg, standing not quite within touching distance.

  “Um, yeah, sure. What do you want to eat?”

  “How about I make you something? You cooked last night.”

  “But I’m here to take care of you.”

  The second the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to take them back.

  Oh, hell.

  And when he started to grin, well . . . had it suddenly become hotter than a furnace in here?

  “Yeah.” He let out a snort of amusement. “I know exactly why Tyler sent you. But it wasn’t to be my slave. You helped me this morning, so I’ll cook for you. Deal?”

  When she continued to hesitate, he finally said, “I can cook, you know.”

  “I’m sure you can, it’s just that . . . it’s kind of my job.”

  Waving her out into the hall in front of him, he walked behind her as they went back to the kitchen.

  “I don’t want to be treated like a customer. For the time we’re here, were not Guest and Employee. Just Greg and Sabrina. Okay?”

  Yes. Please. She wanted that. She hadn’t known how much she wanted it until he’d suggested it.

  It wasn’t right. The Goldens were paying her to take care of Greg while he was here. But she so wanted this time with him, knowing it would never happen again.

  “Okay.”

  His smile made the bottom drop out of her stomach.

  She took a deep breath to steady herself. “So what are you going to make me?”

  They started down the stairs. “The best damn grilled cheese sandwich you ever had.”

  * *

  “So now what? Are we doing more pictures?”

  Sabrina leaned back in her chair at the small table in the kitchen, looking considerably more relaxed.

  Greg had noticed the strain in her eyes before they’d stopped for lunch. He’d felt the same strain himself and it left him with an ache in his groin. The anticipation was making them both crazy but in a good way.

  His brain kept coming up with a whole host of different ways he was going to take her, but they were butting up against the ideas flowing for the screenplay. He wanted to get back to his room and write, but he also wanted to lay her out on the table and sink between her thighs.

  “No, I think I’m going to get some writing done.”

  She didn’t look surprised or disappointed. “Okay. I have things I need to do.”

  The least she could have done was be a little pissed off that he wanted to abandon her for a while. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”

  “Tyler asked me to work on the descriptions of the rooms for the website and the brochure.” She shrugged. “I guess he figured I’d have time on my hands.”

  Greedy bastard that he was, he didn’t want her to spend time on anything but him. Then again, the girl was just starting her career and wanted to make a good impression. He couldn’t fault her for that. And he didn’t want to stand in her way.

  “Want any help?”

  She smiled at him, a true smile this time. “No, but thanks. It’ll keep me busy and I think I’ll like it. I enjoyed the one business writing course I had in college so maybe I’ll be good at it. Then again, I might suck, but at least I’ll be busy.”

  He knew of several ways to keep her busy, but he bit his tongue and rose to help her clear the dishes.

  He could tell she wanted to tell him not to help her with the dishes by the look she gave him, but she didn’t open her mouth. Instead, she made sure they only had to make one trip to the dishwasher.

  She shooed him out seconds later, and he headed back to his room with a smile and a brain full of ideas. He took the stairs two at a time, anxious to get back to his desk. And didn’t get up for two hours straight.

  When his neck finally protested that it’d been in the same position for too long, he wrote a few more notes before he forgot them, saved the file twice, then stood.

  Stretching out the kinks, he spied the camera he’d used this morning next to his laptop. He picked it up, thinking maybe he’d take some more shots.

  Or maybe he’d just find Sabrina and take some shots of her.

  He checked her room first. Not there. Then he looked down the hall and found the door to the tower room open.

  That’s where he found her sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, laptop open in front of her, eyes closed, fingers typing away.

  He leaned against the doorjamb and looked at her.

  The girl was not what contemporary Hollywood would call beautiful but, damn, she was sexy as all hell. She had curves. Gorgeous curves he wanted to run his hands over. And those dark eyes. And that mass of golden brown hair he wanted to see spread all over a pillow.

  The hunger he’d been diverting into writing for the past two hours renewed its focus on its primary target. He didn’t want to wait until tonight to get his hands on her.

  Standing away from the door, he lifted the camera and snapped off a few shots.

  Fingers freezing on the keyboard, her eyes flew open and widened further with each step he took toward her.

  When he stood by the bed, she closed the laptop.

  “Are you finished?”

  She shook her head. “I can put it aside for a while if you—”

  Her teeth lodged in her bottom lip, halting whatever else she was going to say. Like, maybe, if you want me.

  Which is exactly what he wanted.

  Setting his camera on the bedside table, he held out his hand for the laptop, which she handed over silently.

  Setting it next to his camera, he kneeled on the bed and reached for her. He wrapped one hand around the back of her head, tilting her face up to his.

  Then he kissed her.

  Holy hell. His blood turned to lava and his cock throbbed.

  There was no hesitation in her kiss this time, no surprise. If anything, she seemed eager. And willing.

  He didn’t have the patience to coax her to open her mouth for him. He just demanded entrance with his tongue.
She gave it to him willingly as her arms wrapped around his waist and her hands spread across his back.

  She kissed with a sweetness he’d been expecting and a heat he was dying for. He’d burn in it for the rest of the day and ask for more.

  With their tongues entangled, his free hand smoothed over the curve of her ass, pressing her closer. The warmth of her burned through her jeans into his skin, and he wanted to feel her naked and pressed against him. Wanted to lay her out on the bed and explore every naked inch of her body.

  His hunger grew and he pressed his mouth harder against hers, wanting more of her. When he couldn’t satisfy his craving with only her mouth, his lips slid away to press kisses along her jaw to her ear.

  He bit the lobe, hard enough to make her flinch but not enough to cause pain. Well, maybe just a little. But he loved the feel of her body as she shivered against him. Nuzzling his nose into her hair for a second, he continued his exploration of her body with his mouth on her neck.

  But he didn’t get far. Her damn sweater got in the way. He pulled back, just enough to glance down at the mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest. Her fingers clenched on his back, as if she thought he was pulling away, making him grin.

  “It’s time to get rid of this.” He released her and grabbed the hem of her sweater with both hands. Then he paused, checking to make sure she was still with him.

  She stared up at him with wide, slightly dazed eyes, and he wondered if he was going too fast for her. Then he felt her hands move from his back to his sides and slide under the edges of his T-shirt.

  “Only if yours comes off, too.”

  Desire made his balls tighten. “Anything you want, sweetheart.”

  She blinked and sucked in a barely audible breath before she started to tug up his shirt.

  He released her sweater long enough for her to pull his shirt over his head. Her gaze immediately dropped to his chest.

  “Very nice.”

  Her appreciative words made him laugh. Yeah, he worked out whenever he could because he had way too much energy otherwise. Side benefit being he didn’t have an ounce of flab.

  He reached for her shirt again but her hands landed on his chest and began to stroke through the fine hair that covered his pecs. He paused, his body responding to her touch like a lightbulb to electricity. His nerve endings lit up as she ran her fingertips along his collarbone then traced down the center of his chest to his belly button.

  His stomach muscles tightened as she skimmed his belly button then continued on to the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers slipped just below the edge for a brief second before she spread her fingers wide and curved them around his hips.

  Sinking his hands into her hair, he tugged her mouth up to his for another breath-stealing kiss before he released her and grabbed that sweater.

  “Lift up.” His voice held a definite rasp now—he wanted her naked.

  She obeyed without hesitation, her gaze holding on to his as he dragged the sweater up her body and over her head. Then he let himself look.

  Her bra had to be at least a C cup, black lace straining to encase gorgeous, golden breasts. They jiggled slightly as she breathed, and he wanted to bury his face between them before he pulled the lace aside and sucked on her nipples.

  Lifting one hand, he traced the edge of a cup. He barely touched her skin but she caught her breath, forcing her breasts even tighter against the lace.

  “One of Kate’s?”

  He’d bet money it was. It had the lingerie designer’s sense of refinement all over it.

  “Yes.”

  Her voice held a husky edge and she finally began to breathe again, which made her breasts move in ways that had his mouth watering.

  “Beautiful.”

  “Kate makes them especially for me.”

  “I wasn’t talking about the bra.”

  Her breath caught again but released on an audible moan when he cupped her with both hands and lowered his head so he could press a kiss to each plump mound. Her back arched, pushing herself more tightly into his hands.

  Naked. He wanted her naked. Right now.

  Snaking one arm around her back, he unclipped the bra then leaned away to look down. The straps fell down her arms but the cups stayed in place. Releasing her, he hooked one finger in the middle of the bra and tugged. It didn’t come easily—it clung to her skin, but he was determined. Finally, he drew it down her arms and tossed it on the pile with her sweater.

  She stayed still beneath his gaze as she let him take in her glorious nudity. So beautiful. So feminine. Full breasts, erect nipples, rounded belly, curved hips.

  So fucking gorgeous. He wanted to take pictures. He’d never show them to another soul. He’d hoard them like a miser.

  She was his. And he wanted her all to himself.

  He wanted to brand himself onto her skin. Keep her under him and make her moan for the next several hours until she fell asleep, exhausted. Then he’d feed her and continue through the night.

  Hell, he hoped they were snowed in for a friggin’ week.

  Cupping her breasts again, he drew on her already erect nipples with his thumb and forefinger. He rolled the tips between his fingers until she moaned, the sound barely audible. Then he pulled a little bit harder.

  As he glanced up, her head dropped forward, her hair falling over her shoulders to brush against her breasts. He wanted to feel that hair on his thighs as she sucked on his cock.

  Fuck. He needed to get a better handle on himself, or he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds when he got inside her.

  Of course then he’d just start all over.

  “Bree, look here.”

  She didn’t obey right away this time and he was ready to ask again when her head slowly lifted and those dark eyes connected with his.

  He felt the jolt of that connection straight through his chest, down his spine, and into his balls.

  With a groan, he released her breasts to wrap his arms around her and twist her body until he had her lowered onto the mattress beneath him. He covered her mouth and kissed her harder. Cupped her jaw in his hands and held her head at the perfect angle to go deeper. No hesitation, no adjustments.

  She fit him perfectly and kissed him like she knew exactly what he wanted.

  His cock, still trapped in his jeans, throbbed against her hip. He pressed even closer, the pain a heated pleasure. She tried to turn onto her side, toward him, but he held her steady with a hand on her shoulder.

  When she acquiesced, he wanted to pump his fist in the air. Instead, he stroked his hand to her breasts, kneading each one in turn. They felt heavy, her skin soft against his. He allowed himself to play with her nipples while he kissed her, a steady torment that had them both struggling to breathe.

  Finally, he had to release her mouth to draw in much needed air. It was that or pass out. And he had too much more he wanted to do to her to allow that to happen.

  Like get his mouth on her breasts. She moaned when his lips covered one rigid tip and sucked it between his teeth, nipping at it and making her squirm. Her every move made his internal temperature rise, especially when her hip brushed against his erection.

  The urge to rip off his jeans was a gnawing ache, but he didn’t want to rush. Not her or himself. Sabrina was younger than the women he usually slept with, and maybe not as experienced.

  That thought made him pause, made him lift his head to stare down at her.

  What he saw was a beautiful young woman, eyes closed, hair spread out around her on the silk comforter. Her lips were swollen from his kiss and, when he glanced lower, her nipples were slightly red from where he’d been playing with them.

  “Greg.”

  His gaze snapped back to hers, half-lidded and sexy.

  “Why did you stop?”

  Good question. Right now, she looked like a w
oman who knew exactly what she wanted.

  Him. He let that thought burn deeper into his gut, let it roil and build.

  When he didn’t answer her right away, she lifted one hand to his hair and sank her fingers into it. Then she tugged.

  His lips curved. “I’m not stopping. I’m admiring.”

  She blushed, this time from her cheeks to her breasts. Then she tugged on his hair again and he obliged her silent command to come closer. When he didn’t completely close the gap between them, she lifted her head and sealed their lips together for a lung-searing kiss that made him groan into her mouth.

  When she finally released him, he felt like she’d given him permission. For what, he wasn’t exactly sure. Then again, he didn’t typically ask for permission.

  He’d wanted hers, he realized.

  Bending, he put his mouth around one pebbled tip, sucking it into his mouth. With a little moan that sent heat arrowing straight to his groin, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him even closer.

  Jesus, she was sweet. He wanted to inhale her. Wanted to get as deep into her as he could.

  He sucked harder, impatience riding him until all he could think about was making her come. Feeling her tighten around him while she did, driving deep and hard and having her beg him for more.

  With his mouth tormenting her breasts, he smoothed his hand over her soft stomach to the waistband of her jeans. Yanking open the button, he ripped down the zipper and shoved his hand down her pants.

  Only to freeze when he heard her suck in a sharp breath and still beneath him.

  Shit. Shit. Too fast. Slow down.

  He lifted his head from her breasts, but not before pressing an open-mouth kiss directly between them. He thought about taking his hand out of her pants but his fingertips just grazed the top of her mound and the silky hair there was too much of an enticement to leave. But he didn’t press any further.

  The lust glazing her eyes was unmistakable. It made his cock throb against his zipper.

  “You need to tell me if I’m going too fast, Bree. Okay? I’ve been thinking about you here, like this, for months. If I listened to my body, you’d already be naked and I’d be fucking you until we both collapsed.”