window. Since I can't really form coherent thoughts at the moment, I wait for him to speak first. I watch out my window as Dallas, Evan, Miguel, and Ella play chicken in the infinity pool. Ella takes Evan down. I hear the click of Jaime locking the door.
I'm not expecting Jaime to say, "I'm sorry."
I swivel toward him, furrowing my eyebrows.
He sits on the edge of my bed and clasps his hands on his lap. He looks guilty as all hell. "Adam... called me up when he was in LA a few months ago."
So it's true. Adam wasn't just teasing me. I shrug, trying to make little of the news. "So what? I thought you two didn't fuck."
"We didn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Adam wasn't lying. I was still hung up on you."
My throat closes. I spin back toward the window so he can't see my reaction.
"Still am hung up on you."
He pauses, waiting for me to say something back. But I can't think of anything smart or witty to lighten the conversation. So instead, I say, "You sleep with guys a lot?" I wince. Stupid, Brit. I don't want this to be about Jaime's sexuality. It shouldn't have to be. I mean, other than the fact that every time I shoot Jaime and Adam, I nearly pass out from being so turned on.
"Sometimes," he says.
When I have the guts to face him again, he looks like he's thinking critically about something. "Why do you ask?" he cocks an eyebrow slowly. "You want to shoot me and Adam?"
A nervous laugh escapes my mouth. "I don't think I'd be able to handle watching you and Adam screwing." I bite my lip before adding. "I'd be too jealous."
His face brightens for a flicker of a second before he hides his relief. Slowly, I walk over to him. I reach out and trace my forefinger over his lips, lips that Adam just got done kissing. I can't believe what I'm about to ask, but I've already spoken too much. Might as well hop in with both feet. "How's it different than being with a girl?"
He chuckles. "Technically? You need an anatomy lesson, Brit?"
I scowl. "Not technically."
"I'm more aggressive with guys."
"Bullshit. You and Adam were practically being cuddly in the shower."
"Didn't want to freak you out."
I slip between his legs and rest my hands on his shoulders. "Honestly, what am I going to do to convince you that you can't freak me out? I know you can't get over the whole innocent, naive Britain thing, but we've screwed. And I'm a porn photographer, for fuck's sake."
Deviance lights up his eyes and I know I just started something. Jaime’s hands grab my hips and I'm flipped onto his bed, landing on my stomach. My first reaction is to giggle as he gets behind me and pulls my ass up toward his hips. I reach out, steadying myself on the headboard as he holds me to him.
"See, with you, it's easy for me to be dominant because you're a lot smaller than me. Some guys like submitting, and others put up a fight."
He rocks his hips into me, and I can feel his erection against my ass.
"You?" I gasp.
"Depends on who I'm with." He rocks his hips into me again. I shut my eyes, memorizing the possessive way he holds me, grinding himself into me. Jaime's always done a great job toying with me — everything between us has been a sexy game. But this is different. It's like he needs to show me this side of him.
Regardless of what side he wants to show me, I laugh. It escapes me in a nervous giggle. "I'm sorry."
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. You're just unpredictable is all." I roll my hips back into him, and a low groan escapes his mouth.
He flips me over, and I gasp as my back hits the bed.
"And you're not?"
"Touché."
He studies me for a hot minute, cockeyed grin growing on his face. "You're honestly the most ballsy woman I've ever met. Working while in Malibu... you say you're afraid of your parents, but I secretly think you want them to find out."
My mouth drops a little. "Why would I want them to find out?"
He shrugs. "It's probably a subconscious thing. You're afraid of hiding who you really are around them." He chuckles. "And
I'm not expecting Jaime to say, "I'm sorry."
I swivel toward him, furrowing my eyebrows.
He sits on the edge of my bed and clasps his hands on his lap. He looks guilty as all hell. "Adam... called me up when he was in LA a few months ago."
So it's true. Adam wasn't just teasing me. I shrug, trying to make little of the news. "So what? I thought you two didn't fuck."
"We didn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Adam wasn't lying. I was still hung up on you."
My throat closes. I spin back toward the window so he can't see my reaction.
"Still am hung up on you."
He pauses, waiting for me to say something back. But I can't think of anything smart or witty to lighten the conversation. So instead, I say, "You sleep with guys a lot?" I wince. Stupid, Brit. I don't want this to be about Jaime's sexuality. It shouldn't have to be. I mean, other than the fact that every time I shoot Jaime and Adam, I nearly pass out from being so turned on.
"Sometimes," he says.
When I have the guts to face him again, he looks like he's thinking critically about something. "Why do you ask?" he cocks an eyebrow slowly. "You want to shoot me and Adam?"
A nervous laugh escapes my mouth. "I don't think I'd be able to handle watching you and Adam screwing." I bite my lip before adding. "I'd be too jealous."
His face brightens for a flicker of a second before he hides his relief. Slowly, I walk over to him. I reach out and trace my forefinger over his lips, lips that Adam just got done kissing. I can't believe what I'm about to ask, but I've already spoken too much. Might as well hop in with both feet. "How's it different than being with a girl?"
He chuckles. "Technically? You need an anatomy lesson, Brit?"
I scowl. "Not technically."
"I'm more aggressive with guys."
"Bullshit. You and Adam were practically being cuddly in the shower."
"Didn't want to freak you out."
I slip between his legs and rest my hands on his shoulders. "Honestly, what am I going to do to convince you that you can't freak me out? I know you can't get over the whole innocent, naive Britain thing, but we've screwed. And I'm a porn photographer, for fuck's sake."
Deviance lights up his eyes and I know I just started something. Jaime’s hands grab my hips and I'm flipped onto his bed, landing on my stomach. My first reaction is to giggle as he gets behind me and pulls my ass up toward his hips. I reach out, steadying myself on the headboard as he holds me to him.
"See, with you, it's easy for me to be dominant because you're a lot smaller than me. Some guys like submitting, and others put up a fight."
He rocks his hips into me, and I can feel his erection against my ass.
"You?" I gasp.
"Depends on who I'm with." He rocks his hips into me again. I shut my eyes, memorizing the possessive way he holds me, grinding himself into me. Jaime's always done a great job toying with me — everything between us has been a sexy game. But this is different. It's like he needs to show me this side of him.
Regardless of what side he wants to show me, I laugh. It escapes me in a nervous giggle. "I'm sorry."
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. You're just unpredictable is all." I roll my hips back into him, and a low groan escapes his mouth.
He flips me over, and I gasp as my back hits the bed.
"And you're not?"
"Touché."
He studies me for a hot minute, cockeyed grin growing on his face. "You're honestly the most ballsy woman I've ever met. Working while in Malibu... you say you're afraid of your parents, but I secretly think you want them to find out."
My mouth drops a little. "Why would I want them to find out?"
He shrugs. "It's probably a subconscious thing. You're afraid of hiding who you really are around them." He chuckles. "And
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