Play With Me(27)

He pulled himself together and smiled down at her. She didn’t know he ached for his camera right now. That the desire to capture her afterglow ate away at his resolve.

“I bet you’d enjoy a hot shower right about now.” Murphy leaned across the mattress and planted a kiss on Eve’s hip.

A slow smile spread across her face, followed by a slight blush. “I need to go home. It must be getting late by now.” She began to move from the bed, and Chase captured her legs.

“Uh-uh. Not so fast.”

“Are we not done with the photos?” The worried look on her face almost made him laugh. Their scared little sub was ready to rabbit out of the building.

“We’ve got more than we need for the client.” He trailed his fingers from the inside of her ankle to the back of her knee, her stiff inhale a reward that spurred him on. “I have a new proposal for you.”

Eve struggled to sit up. He held her firmly in place. “At least let me cover myself.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and frowned, marring her forehead with worry lines.

“No,” both men said in unison.

“We like you just like this. In fact I’d like to see a lot more of you like this.”

“What—What are you saying?”

Chase couldn’t quite name the emotion he saw in her gaze. Not quite fear. Not quite happiness. Wariness maybe.

“I’d like to take more pictures.”

“But I thought you said you had enough.”

“Yes, for the client. These would not be for anyone but myself.”

“And me,” Murphy chimed in.





Chapter Nine




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Blood rushed to Eve’s head as she struggled and scrambled against Chase’s hold. When he didn’t immediately release her, panic began to set in.

“Let me up, Chase. Please.” Her heart raced and sweat popped out across her brow. Seconds ticked by with nothing from Chase but his intense glare. That gaze bore into her as if he could see straight through her. Past the fear to the dark and secret fantasies she still harbored. A relationship she dared not speak out loud.

“Maybe we should step back. Get some food. We all missed lunch.”

Eve glanced gratefully at Murphy. She needed a few minutes more to get her wits about her. First clothes, then food. She had a crazy need to be on equal footing with them before she continued this conversation.

Chase lifted himself from the bed and released her legs. “Sure. Sounds like a plan to me.” The heat of his gaze did not match the casual tone of his words.

“How about I order some takeout from next door and we eat in your office.” Murphy paused, waiting for Chase’s response.

“Yeah, fine.” He shoved his legs into the pants he’d discarded on the floor. “I’m anxious to start uploading the new shots anyways.” He gave her one long last glance, the barely banked heat clearly visible in his gaze. “I’ll meet y’all in there.”

With that, he strode from the room, leaving Murphy and her alone. She wrapped the loose silk sheet nice and tight around her body. “He has a horrible habit of doing that.”

“What’s that?”

“Walking away.” His need to have the last word as he walked from a room often left her scrambling between needing to cry and wanting to laugh.

“There isn’t much he doesn’t want to be in charge of. Including conversations. Left to his own devices, he’d have pushed a hell of a lot harder.” Murphy walked over to the wardrobe and hung the suit he’d worn for the shoot inside. Mesmerized once again by his incredible body and the movement of his tattoo when his muscles flexed, Eve sat down on her heels and watched him get dressed.

“I’m beginning to think you are quite the little voyeur.”

If he only knew.

She covered her mouth to hide her grin. There was no denying she’d happily crawl to him just for the chance to bite his ass.

“Is it improper for me to stare?” she chided.

Murphy crossed back to the bed, jeans still unfastened and shirt wide open to the lickable muscles of his chest. He cupped her chin and tilted her head back, forcing her eyes to meet his. “If we were still in scene, I’d drag you across my knee for disrespect.”

Eve swallowed past the lump in her throat, doing the best she could to ignore the flutter of excitement that coursed through her. She’d just had more orgasms than she thought possible, yet he still aroused her intensely. She had an acute desire to know what a spanking from Murphy would feel like. It took every ounce of her control not to moan at the image of him warming her ass with his hands.

“You’re killing me.”

“What?” she whispered, her voice more breathless than she’d expected.

“You think I can’t see what you’re thinking. Babe, it’s clear as day in those pretty eyes of yours. Unfortunately, I suggested dinner, and we need to talk.”

Eve screwed up her face in disappointment. Even if he was right. She did not need to get swept up in the things these two men made her feel. Chase had made an unexpected suggestion, and she’d need her wits about her to figure out what the hell he was up to.

“Get dressed and meet me in Chase’s office. I should be able to get dinner quickly.”