I watch the way his ass and back muscles move as he exits the room. “Holy shit,” I say to myself. I pull my shirt away from my chest as I get an instant rush of heat through my body. He does this on purpose; uses the perfect words to make a girl sweat bullets. He’s sexy, smooth, and successful; the perfect blend of trouble.

I stop in his doorway and watch him as he undoes his jeans and tugs at his zipper. His eyes meet mine and stay there, as he drops his jeans and kicks them aside. I can’t help but to take notice of his thick thighs and how they flex whenever he moves.

Drool . . . don’t expose yourself now.

He walks over to stand in front of me and reaches for my camera, setting it down on the foot of his bed. It sinks into the thick, white blanket and we both watch it before locking eyes again.

“Show me how you want my boxers.” Grabbing my arms, he places my hands on the top of his briefs.

“Excuse me?”

He takes my fingers and hooks them into the front of his black briefs. “Pull them down to where you want them. Show me.”

This is too much power. Too much power is never a good thing. I gently tug them down a bit, exposing the top of his hipbones.

He laughs. “Are you uncomfortable with me being in my boxers?” He pulls me toward him. “Let’s fix that.”

Before I know it he’s on his knees, tugging my shorts down my legs.

I instantly get embarrassed. “What are you doing?” He grabs my hips and lifts me as he kicks his foot out and pushes my shorts across the floor.

“There. Now we’re both in our underwear. Better?”

I look down at my black, lacy panties, before looking up to see that he’s biting his bottom lip. Again, he always seems to do that when he shows interest.

I feel silly so I start to laugh. “Are you serious?”

He reaches for my hands again and practically shoves them into the top of his briefs. “Dead serious.” He flashes his dimples. “Now take control and show me how you want my boxers.”

The power behind his demand feeds me and I find myself tugging his black briefs down until the top of his thick shaft is exposed, along with the top part of his muscular ass.

He looks down and lifts an eyebrow. “Better.” He hands me my camera before he walks around the side of the bed and tugs the huge blanket off, leaving nothing but a black, silk sheet.

I feel oddly confident standing here in my underwear about to photograph America’s sexiest bachelor. I’m not sure if this is a temporary confidence, but it feels good. I’m having fun. I find myself kicking my shoes aside and jumping onto his bed while trying to balance my camera.

He smiles up at me as he lies down on his back and adjusts the sheet so that it’s between his legs. Without my direction, he places one hand behind his head and waits for me to start snapping pictures. It seems with each click of the button that his briefs start to get lower and lower, exposing more of his body.

Playing it smooth, he flips over onto his stomach. He lowers his briefs until the top half of his ass is exposed. His ass is so round and firm that all I want to do is bite it. My breathing picks up as he slides one arm under his pillow and looks up with a seductive look in his eyes.

He must notice my change in breathing, because his eyes meet mine and suddenly he sits up and gets on his knees below me. I’m standing on his bed and he’s just looking up at me with the sexiest face I’ve ever seen.

His question surprises me. “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”

My saliva thick, I swallow, and let out a nervous laugh. “What?”

He reaches for my camera and pulls it out of my hand, before tossing it beside him. Then he grips onto my hips and looks up at me. “Have. You. Ever. Thought. About. Fucking. Me?” He grips my hips harder when I don’t answer him. “Tell me the truth. Please don’t ever lie to me.”

My words come out before I can stop them. “Yes. I mean. I have once or twice . . .”

He wets his lips, his eyes locked on mine. “Do you think you could have sex with me without expecting more and getting emotionally involved?” He massages the spot right below my belly while removing my ponytail with his other hand. “Can I pleasure you and know that you won’t expect anything more? No ties. You’re welcome to fuck who you please and same goes for me. I just want to taste you so fucking bad.”

I think about it for a second and the thought alone has me clenching. I give him a slight nod and close my eyes as his hands move a little lower.

“Say it, Calla. Tell me that you want me to pleasure you and I will make you come so hard that I’ll have to carry you to your apartment.”

I open my eyes and look down at his sexy face. His lips. . . . oh God. I want them on me. “I want you to pleasure me, Kyan. I can handle it.”

Without hesitation, he lifts me, placing my legs around his neck. I shudder when I feel his stiff tongue run up, between the folds of my pussy. Even through the fabric it has me squirming.

I squeeze his face with my thighs as one of his hands tangles into the back of my hair and his tongue pushes my panties aside.

Oh my God . . . he has such a strong tongue.

I feel his tongue slide up my bare pussy, tasting me as his moan vibrates up to my clit.

My thighs squeeze his face tighter as I moan out, already close to reaching orgasm. I want this so bad that it won’t take long.

Leaning me backwards, he lays me down on my back and massages his thumb over my pussy before tugging my panties down my legs. “I want you to ride my face. I’ve been thinking about tasting you for days.”

He dives between my legs and softly nibbles on my clit before moving his tongue around in small circles to ease the pain. He grips my thighs hard while working his tongue so perfectly that I scream out as I feel myself start to clench.

“I’m so close. Kyan . . . Kyan . . .” I pant.

He smiles up at me before removing my shirt and pulling me with him until I’m straddling his face. His thick stubble brushes against my pussy, giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time. “Ride my fucking face until I taste your release on my tongue. I want every fucking last drop.”

His hands slide under my ass and squeeze as I rock my hips, slow and hard, moaning as his tongue licks every inch of my pussy. His tongue slides in and out a few times as he pushes me down into him harder and harder with each rock of my hips.