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Behind his beauty hides a secret.
To Lot’s surprise country music sounded and Pasha sailed back to him, all smiles.
“Now that’s something we can get in to.” Placing her hands back on his shoulders, she began to move, playfully at first, she was presumably still feeling a little awkward about being thrown in to this situation, just as he was.
“Let’s win us a cover, Lot.” She grinned, lightheartedly, her eyes flashing with mischief.
He held onto her as she flowed. She slid her hands off his shoulders and down his biceps, but when the next song came on, everything changed.
“Oh, I love this song,” she cheered as if they were in a club, and not only did she dance, she sang the words. And just as he’d expected, he had lift-off.
It was one of those ‘come over here and get me’ songs. She knew all the lyrics and when she invited him to come closer, she punctuated it with some hip action that had his mouth watering.
“Come on, Lot, dance with me like there’s no one else here watching. Just you and me.”
She did a complete body roll that actually took his breath away. “Fuck! Where’d you learn to move like that?”
“I just love to feel the music. Touch me, Lot. Feel it with me.”
Slowly, she moved her hands, skimming them up her slim waist and sides. The gesture pulled at the silky, loose fitting top she wore. And when she reached the hem, she snagged it with her fingertips giving the impression she might remove it altogether. She had him completely mesmerized. Right at the last minute, as her blouse unveiled the plump underside of her breast, she released it and it fell back down her torso. But as she raised her arms over her head, it lifted, showing off her midriff. It was fuckin’ sexy.
Lot caressed her stomach greedily, wanting more than anything to touch the smooth, soft skin with his lips. Instead he splayed his hands up her back and pulled her closer, following her lead with his own modulation.
“Yeah,” she breathed, snagging her full lower lip with her teeth, her gaze landing on his mouth briefly. He actually felt his skin tingle, as if she’d nipped him. “Like there’s nobody watching,” she finished in a whisper.
Suddenly, she skimmed her hands over his ribs. He couldn’t stop the hum of pleasure from leaving his throat. After a long leisurely, feel-good trip over his skin, she finally reached his collarbone. After inserting her hands into the shoulders of his shirt, she then coaxed it from him.
“Let’s get rid of that. Ahh, yes, that’s much better,” she purred as it floated to the floor, forgotten.
She explored his shoulders and chest and, by now he didn’t give a rat’s ass who was watching. He was being caressed by Pasha-freakin’-Rossdale and there was going to be photographic evidence.
“You have amazing pecs, Lot.” She dug her fingers into his flesh. “Whew, it’s getting warm in here. Must be the lights, huh,” she teased.
“Or all that dancing.”
“Or a certain male model with an incredible body.”
“Are you flirting with me, Miss Rossdale?”
“I believe that’s what the man asked for.”
“Well, then, I guess I should do my part.”
Generally, he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was encouraged by how carefree and easy-going she seemed, and tried to be the same. He spread his hands up her back and thrust his own hips forward, so that he could copy her undulations. She’d be extremely aware of his hard-on, but she seemed like she was up for just about anything.
“That’s great, Lot, get into it. Pash? How would you feel about taking off your top as well?” Doug called.
She slowed, so Lot did too. An expression of anxiety crossed her lovely features—a delicate line marring her forehead, for the briefest second.
“You don’t have to,” Lot reassured her. “It’s up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t do it. I’d like to work with you again. So, I don’t want you walking away today with any bad feelings.”
“No, I trust you,” she said softly. He didn’t know why but that meant a great deal to him.
“I’m not wearing a bra, so I’ll want to keep you close.”
“I’d prefer it,” he said grinning.
Contest ends 7am Monday May 12 UK time
Behind his beauty hides a secret.
Male model, Lot Reardon has been the reigning ‘it’ guy on the runways of the world for the last decade, but he’s beginning to realize his time in front of the camera is winding down. While mulling over his options for the future, Lot is asked to do an impromptu cover shoot with the glamorous and alluring, up-and-coming Pasha Rossdale.
Pasha Rossdale is thrilled and a little bit star struck when she’s paired with the striking and charming Lot Reardon. As soon as Lot and Pasha begin to pose, and play off each other under the hot studio lights, raw desire consumes them.
However, one night of smoldering sex turns into something more meaningful, making Lot and Pash the new ‘it couple’.
Can the beautiful relationship survive their changing roles and massive egos, or will Lot’s jealousy and suspicion jeopardize all that they have?
Excerpt:
To Lot’s surprise country music sounded and Pasha sailed back to him, all smiles.“Now that’s something we can get in to.” Placing her hands back on his shoulders, she began to move, playfully at first, she was presumably still feeling a little awkward about being thrown in to this situation, just as he was.
“Let’s win us a cover, Lot.” She grinned, lightheartedly, her eyes flashing with mischief.
He held onto her as she flowed. She slid her hands off his shoulders and down his biceps, but when the next song came on, everything changed.
“Oh, I love this song,” she cheered as if they were in a club, and not only did she dance, she sang the words. And just as he’d expected, he had lift-off.
It was one of those ‘come over here and get me’ songs. She knew all the lyrics and when she invited him to come closer, she punctuated it with some hip action that had his mouth watering.
“Come on, Lot, dance with me like there’s no one else here watching. Just you and me.”
She did a complete body roll that actually took his breath away. “Fuck! Where’d you learn to move like that?”
“I just love to feel the music. Touch me, Lot. Feel it with me.”
Slowly, she moved her hands, skimming them up her slim waist and sides. The gesture pulled at the silky, loose fitting top she wore. And when she reached the hem, she snagged it with her fingertips giving the impression she might remove it altogether. She had him completely mesmerized. Right at the last minute, as her blouse unveiled the plump underside of her breast, she released it and it fell back down her torso. But as she raised her arms over her head, it lifted, showing off her midriff. It was fuckin’ sexy.
Lot caressed her stomach greedily, wanting more than anything to touch the smooth, soft skin with his lips. Instead he splayed his hands up her back and pulled her closer, following her lead with his own modulation.
“Yeah,” she breathed, snagging her full lower lip with her teeth, her gaze landing on his mouth briefly. He actually felt his skin tingle, as if she’d nipped him. “Like there’s nobody watching,” she finished in a whisper.
Suddenly, she skimmed her hands over his ribs. He couldn’t stop the hum of pleasure from leaving his throat. After a long leisurely, feel-good trip over his skin, she finally reached his collarbone. After inserting her hands into the shoulders of his shirt, she then coaxed it from him.
“Let’s get rid of that. Ahh, yes, that’s much better,” she purred as it floated to the floor, forgotten.
She explored his shoulders and chest and, by now he didn’t give a rat’s ass who was watching. He was being caressed by Pasha-freakin’-Rossdale and there was going to be photographic evidence.
“You have amazing pecs, Lot.” She dug her fingers into his flesh. “Whew, it’s getting warm in here. Must be the lights, huh,” she teased.
“Or all that dancing.”
“Or a certain male model with an incredible body.”
“Are you flirting with me, Miss Rossdale?”
“I believe that’s what the man asked for.”
“Well, then, I guess I should do my part.”
Generally, he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was encouraged by how carefree and easy-going she seemed, and tried to be the same. He spread his hands up her back and thrust his own hips forward, so that he could copy her undulations. She’d be extremely aware of his hard-on, but she seemed like she was up for just about anything.
“That’s great, Lot, get into it. Pash? How would you feel about taking off your top as well?” Doug called.
She slowed, so Lot did too. An expression of anxiety crossed her lovely features—a delicate line marring her forehead, for the briefest second.
“You don’t have to,” Lot reassured her. “It’s up to you. If you don’t feel comfortable, don’t do it. I’d like to work with you again. So, I don’t want you walking away today with any bad feelings.”
“No, I trust you,” she said softly. He didn’t know why but that meant a great deal to him.
“I’m not wearing a bra, so I’ll want to keep you close.”
“I’d prefer it,” he said grinning.
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