Our Star-Crossed Kiss (The Rooftop Crew #4) - Piper Rayne Page 0,67

can enhance during editing. But eventually silence falls over us and my breathing labors from watching her shift and move along the silk. Her body parts sneak out and tease me. It’s getting harder and harder to stay behind the camera.

Finally after I wipe the sweat from my forehead for the twentieth time, she gets up on her knees and crooks her finger at me. That’s the last picture I snap before placing the camera down and jumping into bed with her.

She giggles as I kiss and fondle her while she makes quick work of my jeans. Before I can blink, my hard cock is poised at her entrance.

“Shit, we need a condom.” I groan.

I shift, but she places her hands on my shoulders. “I have an IUD and I’m clean. I got tested two weeks ago.”

“Me too. I go monthly with Knox and Jax.”

She nods. “I trust you, and I want to feel all of you inside me.”

The weight of her words hangs over us, but I refuse to let them pull me from the moment. “Your wish is my command.”

I slip into her hot pussy and gasp from sheer pleasure. Holy shit. I’ve never been bare inside a woman before, and I wasn’t prepared for the sensation that would hit every nerve ending.

“Are we going to move?” she asks with a smile.

I nod, but I close my eyes, trying to imagine my grandma’s face. Shit. That’s wrong.

“Seth?” she asks.

I nod again, more urgent, and concentrate on lenses and lighting and anything else in this room—anything except the fact that I’m bare inside Evan and can feel everything.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I pull out slowly then thrust back in.

She moans. But this isn’t going to be a marathon love-making session… I mean fucking. Because she feels too good. Everything about her is too much—her feel, her scent, the expression on her face.

At least I get her to come before I do, because no one wants to be even fake engaged to someone who can’t. And the more we continue this farce, the more I realize that I really do care what Evan thinks of me.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Seth

I stop by The Bagel Place since Evan didn’t spend the night last night—okay, I’ll admit it, I missed her. She’s elbow deep in getting the morning orders out, so I grab a pair of plastic gloves and help. Her hair is braided down both sides of her head, but it’s still tucked under a hairnet.

“You don’t have to help,” she says, shuffling racks of baked bagels into cardboard boxes.

“Yes, I do. We’ve been over this already.”

“What did you do last night?” she asks a little absentmindedly. I’m not even sure she’s listening to me.

“Watched porn. I’ve got some new positions to try out.”

She doesn’t even flinch. Her mind is definitely somewhere else.

“Earth to Evan!” I wave my hand in front of her face.

“What?” She tips her head back. “I’m sorry. I’m so distracted. Nick Klein called me again.”

My jaw clenches. “Do I need to set the record straight with good ol’ Nick that I’m the only man in your life?”

She smiles. “Only for another three weeks.”

We’re coming close to the end of our fake engagement and I’m scared shitless of what I’ll feel like after it’s all over. Will I be okay going back to my life the way it was? Because one night away from her and I’m waking my ass up at seven with the hope of finding her needing my help. It hurts that Evan seems a-okay with the fact that this thing between us will be over soon.

I’m beyond hopeless.

“What did he want?” My voice lacks any kindness. The man either wants in her pants or—I have no idea what else. But he’s sniffing around like she’s a freshly painted fire hydrant and he’s gonna be the first dog to pee on her.

“He has a friend he wants me to meet.”

“Oh,” I say.

Her gaze meets mine. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“Why is he so invested in you? He hasn’t called me.”

She giggles like, “why would he?” and I want to say because I signed those papers too. I’m in the show as much as she is, and Andrews Bagel is a damn great product, just like Ericksons’ cream cheese.

I stop my rambling mind for a moment. What the fuck? Where did that come from? Holy shit, it’s like my father took over my brain for a second.

“He told me he felt pressured to be in his family business when he was