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    “I think we’re done,” she said, still standing on the hot tub. “Take this and upload them, okay?” She handed the camera to Kirk.
    “I have to say, I’m impressed,” Robert said.
    Chad had completely forgotten about him and flinched when he heard his voice.
    “Thanks.” She sighed. “Chad is good.”
    “Very good. Maybe we should have him do more.”
    “Umm, I’ve-” Jerking upright, Chad swung his legs around, nailing her in the calf. Her arms fluttered wildly in the air like a bird learning how to fly for the first time. He reached out for her, but it was too late. She fell backward and took him with her in a big slash.
    “Are you all right?” he asked, lifting her into his lap and brushing her wet hair from her face. The strands tickled his fingers, and her skin felt soft and kissable.
    “Just peachy,” she said, taking in a heaving breath. “Glad I didn’t have the camera in my hands. We would’ve had to do that shoot all over again.”
    “Bite your tongue,” Chad said.
    “Pictures uploading,” Kirk called.
    “Great,” Robert said as he made his way across the pool area.
    “I’ll be there in a minute,” she said holding Chad’s gaze.
    He ran his hand down the length of her spine. The wet T-shirt wrinkled in his hands as he pulled it tight. “I’m not made for this line of work.”
    She arched a brow. “I think you are mistaken. You’re a natural.”
    He touched fingers against her neck, gliding his hand slowly down her chest until his thumb rubbed against her taut, pink nipple pushing against the wet T-shirt clinging to her skin. “I just did what you told me to.”
    She leaned closer, gliding her hands across his chest and around his neck, sending all the right messages to all the right places. “I bet those are the best damn pictures I’ve ever taken.”
    “If the pictures are that good, it’s because of the photographer,” he whispered, watching the water bead on her upper lip, begging to be licked off.
    She flicked her tongue across the top of her mouth, sucking in the moisture. “Credit should be given to the model.”
    “I’m not a model.” He stared deep into her inviting blue eyes as her breast mashed against his hand and her breathing escalated, exciting every limb in his body. His hard cock pressed full against her ass. Mr. Woody began his happy dance.
    “That feels nice.” She rocked back and forth on his lap. “But I want it somewhere else.”
    “And where would that be?”
    She raised a finger to her lips. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking her middle finger from the palm to the tip, and then back down the other side. “I want to do that until you can’t take it anymore and you grab me by the hair and beg me to take it all in my mouth.”
    He wanted his cock buried in her mouth. To look down at her as she slid his hard dick in and out of her mouth all the while her eyes locked with his. The visual it created in his mind made him harder than he’d ever been. He glanced over his shoulder. A large palm tree partially blocked his view of Kirk and Robert hovering over what he assumed was the computer. He could hear a few faint voices, but it seemed everyone else was currently occupied.
    “That can be arranged, but why don’t we start with this.” He pushed her hand into the warm, bubbly water. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand into his underwear and firmly gripped his throbbing cock.
    “Yeah, I like that.” Gently, he rested his head against the back of the hot tub and watched the clouds float across the sky while Angie massaged and caressed him into heavenly bliss. This had to be the best handjob he’d ever had the pleasure of receiving. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hands against his skin.
    “Ever come in a hot-tub?”
    “This would be a first,” he managed as she increased both pressure and speed while her other hand fondled his balls. “Oh, yeah,” he managed just before his breath