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dry.
    The camera clicked away, flashes bursting.
    “Yes! Yes, that’s great,” Thomas said. “Very nice.
    Aolani shifted, trying different angles, sweeping her hair over one shoulder, then tilting her head back and smiling like she was having the time of her life, and this was all just second nature. God, she was breathtaking.
    Where was the scared girl who was here just moments ago?
    This woman was still such a mystery to me. I thought of the night we’d made love in my cabin… of how vulnerable she’d been and how deeply, deeply sad. That is, until she let her guard down and gave me her trust. She trusted what I saw in her, and let me love her. Let me hold her and touch her, worship her body as it deserved to be worshipped.
    She was both fearful and fearless, soft and brave and…
    My mind went suddenly blank as Aolani eased herself belly-down into the wet muddy sand, laying down, supported on her elbows. She crossed her legs in the air behind her, and gave the camera a look that said “You wish you could fuck me, but you couldn’t afford it.”
    Her lids were half closed, but the energy in her eyes was electric. Her cleavage pressed into the mud, h er heavy breasts flecked with dirt, shining with tropical heat.
    My balls ached, and I wished I could sneak away and take care of myself, or even better, fire them all and have her then and there, making her scream out until the palm trees shook.
    I grunted, and Stephen raised an eyebrow at me. I faked a cough and smiled back.
    Nothing to see here. Just your boss trying to hide the biggest erection of his life. No big deal at all. Carry on, everyone!
    I bit my tongue, trying to regain control. I’m sure my face was reddening, watching her as she posed, running a hand through her hair, her long neck exposed, begging to be kissed , her curvy bum sticking up in the air, begging for me to rub my hands across it… or maybe my cock.
    Fuck! I had to get myself under control before I embarrassed the both of us.
    “Aolani,” Sandra said. “Want to come take a look at what we’ve got so far?” She grinned down at her, and Aolani’s face lit up. “I know you’ve got experience, so we’d love your take.”
    Aolani stood up, muddy trails trickling down her stomach onto her bikini bottom, the droplets working their way down her smooth thighs. She jogged over to Sandra and Thomas, and bent over them, murmuring as they showed her the digital images.
    “Gavin?” she called.
    “Mm?” I tried to look casual, as if the whole affair bored me, rather than the less-than-savory truth.
    “The whole point of this campaign is sort of… well… decadence, right? ‘Live beautifully’ is your way of saying ‘live luxuriously”… I mean, with lust and passion and all that jazz, right?”
    Her cheeks colored a little as she spoke, but her gaze was steady, her smile firm. Confident. Professional.
    I cleared my throat again. This woman saw right through me. Knew what I wanted in ways even I couldn’t express to my own team.
    “Precisely,” I said.
    “Then, would you mind if we tried something a little different?”
    “Please,” I said, gesturing toward the camera.
    She turned back to the crew, and spoke lowly to Thomas. He nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
    “That’s awesome,” Stephen said, his voice awed.
    “You’re brave, girlie,” Sandra said, and snorted a laugh.
    “Let’s do this before I change my mind,” Aolani said, and moved back before the camera.
    Sweat sprang out on my brow, and I wiped it quickly away with my forearm.
    Aolani prostrated herself in the mud again, this time rolling a bit from side to side, to make sure a bit of sandy wetness crept up the globes of her breasts, and the luscious curve of her hips. Then, she reached back, and untied the string s that held her bikini top in place. She covered herself with the arm closest to the camera, cupping her full breasts, now spilling over, then brought one string to her mouth and nibbled the end,