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  “Yeah,” she replied. “Simon?”

  “What El?”

  “Show me.” She hadn’t planned on coming on to him. Hell, she never planned on being in the same room with him. But the taste of the chocolate and the nearness of Simon turned her senses inside out. She needed one more taste, one more time to get the both of them out of her system.

  His eyes flashed. “When?”

  “Now.”

  Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolate - one taste wasn’t enough.

  “Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”

  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.

  “Don’t know if I can wait that long.”

  “You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”

  “How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.

  “The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watching - you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”

  Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.

  “Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.

  “Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.

  “Take me, Simon.” She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.

  He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.

  Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow figured I’d find you in this position.”

  Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”

  “Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolate - Paolo. The other photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.

  “And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we photographing for the catalogue?”

  Chapter Two

  “You’re photographing her, but as for the chocolates, I haven’t decided.” Simon stood and righted his clothes. “You have the sketches and the plan I sent over, right?” He turned his back on Elysa. She could wait and cool off a bit. Served her temporarily right for the past. His heart ached. He hated being curt with her, but damn it, he needed to know what the hell was going on between them and why she’d left.

  “Elysa, honey, I need to you put on the robe. We’ll be doing these topless.” Paolo opened the bag and held up one of his cameras. “Since you’re hovering, Simon, I’ll need those filters over the lights. Don’t want too much glare.”

  Elysa snatched the silken robe from the chair and disappeared behind the changing screens.

  “She doesn’t trust me.” Paolo leaned in close to Simon and snapped a lens onto his camera. “She’s a pro, but even the pros aren’t content doing nudes.”

  “She’ll come around. Give me time.” Simon left Paolo and strolled behind the screens. Elysa didn’t turn around. Her bare shoulders bobbed.

  “El?” Simon smoothed her hair out of the robe and rubbed his cheek on the soft locks of hair. “What’s wrong, sweets?”

  “What do you mean?” She stared at their reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks flushed and she chewed on her bottom lip. “I’m here modelling for you. You’re not interested. End of story.”

  “I never said I wasn’t interested.” He turned her around and cupped her jaw in both hands. “There’s only one person I know who can do this job justice. You.”

  “Then let me do it.” She brushed past him and strode across the room to Paolo. “I’m ready.”

  “Okay.” Paolo clapped his hands. “Where’s the chocolate body paint?”

  Simon grabbed the bottle and groaned. “Right here.”

  Paolo dabbled the brush in the paint. “Elysa? I need to decorate you.”

  She tilted her chin and dropped the robe. “Ready.” Her nipples beaded and the blush on her cheeks migrated down her chest.

  “But I’m not doing it. Simon is.” Paolo handed him the bottle. “Now.”

  “I’m not the model.” Simon tapped the brush on the bottle. “She is.”

  “Simon dipped the brush in the paint once more, then drew a heart on her upper chest. The chocolate melted on her skin. His mouth watered. He longed to lick each delectable inch of her.

  “That’s hot.” The camera clicked behind him as Paolo captured more shots. “Si, why don’t you pose with her?”

  “You want me out of my shirt.” Simon no more than said the words and shucked his t-shirt.

  “I’ve never turned down seeing a toned, naked chest, but no. I think these would be hotter with both of you.” Paolo took the brush from Simon, then handed Elysa a wash cloth. “Wipe that off. I’ve got a better idea.”

  Elysa’s eyes widened, but she removed the chocolate from her chest. The drag of the towel beaded her nipples.

  “I’m taking these from the waist up, so you can keep your panties on. Si, I want you to keep your pants on.” He arranged Simon behind Elysa. “You put your hands here.” He placed Simon’s hands on her bare breasts. “Now I’ll add the chocolate, like this.” Paolo dribbled chocolate in her cleavage and along her upper chest. “Better. Hold that pose and the brush.”

  Elysa sighed and leaned back in Simon’s arms. She tilted her head and arched into his touch. Simon groaned. He didn’t care if the picture made the catalogue, but hell, he wanted a print for his own personal use.

  “That’s what I wanted. Look like you’re in love and ready for hot sex with chocolate.” Paolo disappeared behind the camera. “Good.”

  “Never stopped loving you,” Simon whispered. He nuzzled Elysa’s ear, then licked her earlobe. “Never.”

  She tensed, but didn’t break the pose.

  “Okay,” Paolo put the camera down. “What about the pasties?”

  Talk about ruining the mood. Sort of. “Yes, I want to put those in the catalogue.” Simon disengaged from Elysa. “I’ll need to help you.” He wiped the cloth over the drizzled chocolate, then knelt before her. “Needs activation.”

  “Activation?” She arched one brow. “I see.”

  “Like this.” He breathed in her scent, flowers and now chocolate, then flicked his tongue over her nipple. Her sharp intake of breath spurred him on. He cupped her lower br
east and sucked on the tight bead. When he glanced into her eyes, she smiled the soft smile she wore during sex. She threaded her fingers into his hair and held him tight to her breast.

  “Simon,” she panted.

  He bit, then licked her nipple, getting her wet enough for the conical chocolate pastie to stick. He let go with a pop, then licked the backside of the piece of chocolate. “Sexy.” He placed the pastie on her breast, just covering her areola. “So sexy.”

  “Wow.” She touched the upper swell of her breast, while he sucked on her other nipple. “I feel the chocolate melting, but there’s a tingle, too.”

  Simon rubbed his nose on her skin, then blew across her erect nipple. “It’s the hint of peppermint.”

  “I like it.” She watched him place the second piece of chocolate. “It’s good.”

  “Hold it.” Paolo nudged Simon out of the way. “This is hot.” The camera clicked, then he Paolo moved one of the spotlights. “Couple more and we can move on. Clasp your hands above your head, Elysa. Show off your assets and the chocolates.”

  Simon sat on his heels. Seeing her stretched out and wanton turned him on. He shifted to stifle the growing erection in his jeans. He should’ve acted on impulse earlier and taken her. To hell with the pictures. He wanted his woman.

  “These will be fantastic.” Paolo dug his elbow into Simon’s shoulder. “Take them off her. Go slow. I’ll snap some shots for you.”

  Fuck, yeah, he knew how to remove the chocolates and bonus points to Paolo for the photographs. Elysa wobbled on her feet and Simon helped her to the chaise. “Sit, sweets.” He patted the cushion. She lowered herself into a sitting position and dropped her arms. Her hair stuck out in wild tangles around her face. Her lips parted and her warm breath tickled his cheeks. He rose between her knees and bit one of the pasties. Just as he’d expected, the chocolate melted in his mouth, revealing her dusky nipple. He took his time licking every last bit of the heavenly confection from her breast. She groaned again and scooted closer to him.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked between licks. “My mouth on you?”

  “Yes.” She rocked against his torso, rubbing her panty-clad pussy on him. The heat from her cunt as well as her juices marked him.

  He switched nipples, removing the second pastie. She’d always loved nipple play. She came alive in his arms when he worshiped the girls.

  “God, sweets. Love this.” He finished licking the chocolate, then wrapped both arms around her. “Paolo, take a break.”

  “Wondered when you’d say that.” Paolo tapped Simon on the shoulder. “One more set of shots and I’m out of here. I promise because you insisted.” He waved the box of pens at Simon. “Remember?”

  “Fuck.” Simon rubbed his face on her belly to hide his groan.

  “I want both of you in these. Some of you writing on her and some with her writing on you.”

  Simon opened the package. He’d created the chocolate pens for sex play. Write on your partner and lick it away. He’d imagined covering her body in words of love. Then she left him. He twisted the pen, allowing out a bit of the chocolate lead for use.

  “Okay,” Paolo stopped Simon. “I want you on your knees.” He urged Simon down, then posed his arms. “Yes, like that. Now Elysa, I want you on the couch. We’ll see most all of your torso and if I crop it right, just the lower swell of your breast and right above your puss.”

  “Paolo.” Simon frowned. “Be nice.”

  “I can think of worse things to call her lady bits.” Paolo arranged his tripod over Simon’s shoulder. “Now you write whatever you want on her belly. Go on.”

  Simon hesitated, then spread his palm across her mons. In his best script, he wrote the words, love you, then added beautiful.

  “That’s hot.” Paolo’s camera clicked and every once in a while, the flash illuminated the room. “Now something more possessive. Lick that off, then write something else.”

  Simon nuzzled her stomach, taking his time to erase the words he’d etched onto her skin. When he glanced up at her face, she’d closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He slipped his hand between her thighs, rewarded with more of her sweet cream. Talk about torture. Was the chocolate the true aphrodisiac or did she still love him, too?

  He continued to caress her sopping pussy, then wrote in thick block letters, mine. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away and he forgot about Paolo taking the pictures. She mattered, nothing else.

  “Perfect.” Paolo whistled. “Is it getting hot in here?”

  Simon grinned. Hell yes, it was hot in there. He threaded his middle finger between the lips of her labia and stroked her clit through her panties. Elysa gasped and ground on his hand.

  “Now you can go for that break,” Simon murmured.

  Paolo winked and backed away from his camera. He strolled out the door, letting it close with a snick.

  Simon watched him leave before he made a move. “El?”

  “Simon.” She opened her eyes and rose up on her elbows. “I want to taste you.” She grabbed the other pen, then sat up and perched on the edge of the chaise. “Stand up.”

  “Pushy.” Simon did as she asked and stood before her. She popped the button on his jeans and shoved the denim to the floor, then licked her lips. His erection tented his boxer shorts. She hooked her fingers in the waistband, divesting him of the underwear as well. He stepped out of the wadded material and widened his stance. “All yours.”

  “What would I write?” She tapped the pen on her chin, then scooted closer to him. “I’d write this.” She scrawled the word sexy down the length of his cock. Above his pubic hairs she added, Sir. Her gaze met his as she drew a heart over his heart.

  He took the pen from her hand and added her name in the heart. “It’s upside-down and sloppy, but you own my heart, sweets.”

  “I know.” She averted her eyes, then flipped her hair over her shoulder. With one hand she cupped his balls. The tingle from her touch went straight to his heart. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand around his aching cock and stroked. He groaned. Each pull resonated to his core.

  “That’s right, sweets. Take me in your mouth.” He fisted her hair and guided her to where he needed her. “Take me in.”

  Elysa didn’t disappoint. She flattened her tongue and swallowed him deep, massaging him with the back of her throat.

  “Yes,” he said and tugged on her hair. When she moaned, he tugged harder. “Fuck that feels good.”

  “Umm,” she hummed around his erection. She bobbed her head, stroking then sucking him.

  All the love in his heart surged through his body. His balls tightened and his vision fuzzed. He’d come. Fuck yeah, he’d come in her mouth and find the serene completion he craved. He’d have her.

  Simon rocked his hips, fucking her mouth. His sac tapped her chin with every movement. His nerve endings buzzed and his knees wobbled. He pulled out, ready to spill his seed on the towels or the robe, but she grabbed his ass and buried him deep in her mouth.

  “Fuck yes, Elysa. Love you. Fuck,” he growled, then emptied his cum down her throat. He swayed, then reached out for the chaise. Elysa released him and he loosened his grasp on her hair. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with her fingers as he sat down.

  “Jesus, you’re dangerous.” He settled himself behind her on the flat part of the lounger. “Come here.” He patted his chest. “I want to taste your sweet pussy. Pour your sweetness over me.”

  Chapter Three

  Her sweetness. Elysa slipped her fingers into the thin waistband of her panties. He still loved her and wanted her. For the moment, anyway. Screw it. She straightened her shoulders and turned around, giving him a perfect view of her ass as she shoved the panties to the floor. She waggled her ass, then tipped her head back to flip her hair over her shoulders.

 
“God, you’re sexy.” Simon swatted her bottom, making her skin burn.

  She winced, then embraced the feelings. Only he knew how to push her and make her feel things she hadn’t planned on feeling - like pleasure from spanking or being nude in front of a camera. He brought out her inner bad girl and made her want more. He spanked her again, this time the pain grew sharper, but segued into delight in moments.

  “More,” she panted.

  “Yes.” He slapped her ass, his finger grazing her pussy lips. The extra sting kicked her lust into full blown desire. “Come here.” Simon grasped her hip. “Let me taste you.” He guided her around to straddle his face. “Like that.”

  Elysa planted her knees on either side of his head and gripped the back of the chaise for support. The moment his tongue touched her labia, she cried out.

  “So good,” he buzzed against her sensitive skin. Simon smoothed his hands over her sore bottom, then over her ribs to her breasts. He cupped each breast, then tickled her nipples with the pads of his fingers. She loved nipple play and the interplay with the pasties nearly sent her to orgasm. With him sucking on her clit and pinching her nipples, she’d never be able to hold off the climax.

  “Simon,” she panted. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on his tongue. He captured her nipple between his index finger and thumb, applying sweet pressure. The pleasure spiked in her blood. She let go of the couch and leaned backwards, giving him better access to her chest.

  “Mine,” he said and vibrated her clit.

  The love she held for him bubbled over in her mind. Elysa closed her eyes. No more going back. Yes, she belonged to him. Tingles started in her lower belly and grew. Her thoughts fizzled and she held onto his shins.

  Just as quickly as the play time started, Simon stopped. She opened her eyes and looked down at him.

  “I want to be inside you.” He patted her thigh. “Up.”

  She stood and nodded to his already hard cock. “You are.”

  “Smart ass.” Simon scooped her into his arms and carried her to the closest wall. “You deserve a good fucking, hard and fast.” He situated her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Never stopped loving you.” He pinned her to the chilly plaster board and surged inside of her.