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grinning wickedly, her hair tangling into wild curls cascading down her naked back.
    I whimpered.
    Thomas gave another thumbs up and began clicking away. Snap. Snap. Snap.
    His vo ice saying “Yeah! Perfect,” every two seconds was starting to fray my last nerve. I’d give my left bollock to get rid of them all, and damn the bloody campaign. This was torture, pure and simple.
    “Have we got it?” My voice was a guttural croak, my hands covered in sweat where I’d been clenching them into fists.
    “Yeah, boss,” Thomas said, grinning at me. “This gal here is brilliant. That was the one, for sure.”
    “Then, let’ s wrap up for the day,” I said. My short nails dug into my palms. “Great work, everyone!”
    The crew members nodded and started chatting, milling about among the equipment. Aolani cupped her top to her chest and sat up, smiling at some comment from Sandra, but I couldn’t hear. All I wanted to hear was the sound of the equipment cases snapping closed, and their footsteps pounding away into the distance.
    “Aolani,” I said. “May I have a private word?”
    She nodded, then looked around her, presumably for a robe. She’d come without it, and I could see the realization dawning on her. Her eyes went wide, and she pursed her lips.
    “Mm hmm. Sure. No problem.”
    “See you for dinner, guys,” Thomas shouted.
    He and the ot hers were packed up and wandering back to the house. I waved back.
    Bloody finally.
    I took Aolani by the arm and led her further into the underbrush, away from the prying eyes of the mansion. When we were finally alone, I turned to her, and by the sly way she smiled, I knew she could see the lust burning in my eyes.
    “Take the suit off ,” I growled.
    I had to take her, to possess her, here and now. My cock jumped at the thought, and I bit back a groan.
    Aolani didn’t speak. Didn’t protest. Didn’t say yes.
    Her arm fell, her bikini top dropping from thos e perfect breasts all the communication I needed. I reached forward and yanked roughly on the bow at her hip, then the other, before tearing the olive fabric away and tossing it into the mud.
    She trembled naked before me, but it wasn’t fear that made her shake. Her eyes mirrored mine—the bald, animalistic need in them a reflection of my own fevered thoughts.
    I pulled my shirt over my head, and her hands were on me, her fingernails scraping over my pecs and abs. I grabbed her plump, round arse and lifted her up, grinding against her as I growled my impatience in her ear. Her legs went around my waist, her arms gripping my shoulders hard, and I dropped to my knees, throwing her onto her back beneath me in the mud.
    Her hands went between us, guiding me out, gripping my stiffness in a way that made me groan.
    “Aolani…” I said through gritted teeth.
    I hunched over her, pressing her thighs back, and in one swift motion, thrust into her up to the hilt. Sh e gasped beneath me, those soft lips parted, urging me onward. I captured her mouth as I pulled out and thrust again, loving the way she opened beneath me, submitting to me, her body gripping me as I let myself go in her arms.
    Everything was sweat and heat, the coolness of the mud on my knees and forearms, the softness of her body, her breasts crushed against my chest. The sound of her panting breaths filled my ears, along with the slap of skin on skin, the bite of her nails on my back, the delicious ache in my balls as I gave in to my blistering need.
    My tongue matched the rhythm of our bodies, gliding over hers, mimicking our lovemaking as I pumped deep inside of her. She tasted sweet, like tropical fruit, and I suckled on her bottom lip, making her moan. She reached down and squeezed my backside, pulling me into her, needing me, needing more.
    I picked up the pace, fuckin g her like a wild man, holding her waist in my grip until her back arched. I sat up, pulling her hips to meet me, grunting as I gave her all I had, pumping in and out again and again.