Monroe, Melody S. - Undercover Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  Trent stepped back, bent down, and picked up the camera. The air made her sensitive, wet nubs peak even more. “What should I do with my hands?” She could speak! Finally.

  “Lift your arms and run them through your hair.”

  The sunlight was slipping, and the shadows and colors had become really intensified. It was breathtaking really. She inhaled the pure air and threaded her fingers along the side of her scalp. Her one hip seemed to jut out on its own as her breasts lifted to the wind.

  “Beautiful. That’s it. Make love to the sky.”

  She twirled around, and his camera clicked frame after frame. A laugh escaped. “You get what you need?” She let her tongue peek out.

  “We’ve only just begun.” Trent moved closer and took near shots of her nipples. “The light is so gorgeous on your skin.” Click, click. The tip of his thumb rested on her panties’ waistband. “I would kill to take pictures of all of you. Would you let me do that? For you?”

  Her pussy dripped at the erotic thought. High up in the hills with no one around, she felt free for the first time in years. “If you help me.”

  Trent held her gaze for a long time before he moved. Wouldn’t he get a surprise when he saw the thin trail of hair down to her slit and nothing else? He gently pulled down her panties. His eyes widened, and she could have sworn he gasped.

  “Aren’t you a wonder? Who would have thought you’d be so sweet.” He ran a finger down the patch of hair right across her wet opening.

  Her insides clenched in delight the moment his thumb dragged over her clit. On instinct, she stepped back. Her reason for being here intruded. “You want to take my photo or what?” She tried to add humor to her tone, but she wasn’t sure she succeeded. Her heart was pounding too fast.

  “I have a plan.”

  She had no idea what he had in store, but standing naked in front of Trent and surrounded by nature seemed to alter her DNA. She had no basis for her thought, but the cop in her trusted him. He wasn’t the usual scumbag she encountered on the job. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t take advantage of Betty Dumfield or any other woman.

  From his backpack he pulled a blanket and a bottle of wine. He unfurled the cloth and let it flutter to the ground. “How about stretching out on this. We can share a glass. I want the sun to get a little lower in the sky before I take the silhouette. It’ll be so beautiful. I promise.”

  Wow. A real picnic. When was the last time anyone had offered to do that for her? She knelt down and sprawled out on the fleece cloth. Without his asking, she kept one leg straight while bending her other knee, giving him a clear view of everything she had to offer.

  Every time her emotions got in the way, she reverted to being brazen. It was her shield to protect herself against anything that could touch her heart.

  He carefully smoothed the corner of the blanket as if everything needed to be perfect for her. In a way, she hated to seduce him. If he tried anything aggressive, she’d have to arrest him, but she was sure it wouldn’t come to that.

  He uncorked the red wine and poured the contents into two plastic glasses. “To photography.”

  She touched her glass to his. “To photography.”

  He downed his glass and she did the same. The red wine soothed the dryness and calmed her nerves.

  He waved the bottle. “More?”

  “Please.” She needed a little fortification to go through the charade. Plus, the wine would help warm her against the sudden chill in the air. She’d finished half of her second glass when Trent poured the remainder of his wine into her navel. She jerked and sat up. The cold liquid ran across her stomach and tunneled into her slit.

  “Easy.”

  The ticklish sensation stimulated her and sent chills to all parts of her body. “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.” He picked up his camera and knelt at her side. With a longer lens than before, he focused in close.

  She was sure every hair prickled, posing for his camera. Would he lick up the wine when he was done? Maybe he would if the bulge in his pants was any indication. Taking advantage of his excited state, she rolled on her back and spread her legs a little wider. “Click away.” She prayed he bought her confident act.

  This time she heard him groan. Yes! On his stomach, he seemed to be focusing on her probably wine-stained pussy. The intense scrutiny made her squirm. If there was ever a time for him to be inappropriate with her, now was the time.

  He placed a hand on her stomach. “Babe, you have to stay still. The light is fading and I don’t want my finished creations to come out blurry.”

  His palm did something to her insides, and it took a minute to think about what he’d said. The low shutter speed would be a problem if she moved.

  After several minutes of intense close-ups, he stood over her and shot downward. “Why don’t you support your head with your hands?”

  Which would pull her tits high and tight, giving him a better shot. At least from his prospective, that would be a good thing. She folded her arms under her head. Tilting her face one way, then the other, he took a series of shots. “This working for you?”

  “It’s all about you, babe, but I can’t say I’m unaffected by your beauty.”

  Another line of crap, even though a bit of her wanted to believe him. His cock seemed to strain against his rather thin hiking shorts, and an idea popped into her head. She drew her hands down and propped herself up on her elbows, getting too close to the lens. Trent jerked back.

  Here goes. “How about I photograph you for a moment?” Before he objected, she continued. “It’s part of my fantasy.”

  He hesitated then handed her the camera. Ah, no. She wanted to use her camera so she’d have total access to the contents. “I’ll use mine. I’m not familiar with the settings on yours.” That part was true.

  As she got up to get her gear, the wind cut across her body. She was cold, but decided being naked would hold more appeal. With camera in hand, she walked around her subject, looking for the right light and the best angle. Tiny rocks bit into the bottom of her feet, but she refused to let a little discomfort stop her.

  To capture his sexiness, she had him turn sideways toward the light. Snap, snap. “God, you’re beautiful.”

  He chuckled. “I’m just an ordinary guy.”

  Despite sounding sincere, he couldn’t believe that even for a moment. “Kneel down. Please.”

  He froze a second before obeying. Now was her chance. She got off two pictures of his rippling abs, making sure to capture the hard-on tenting his shorts. She knelt, trying not to wince at the gravel biting into her skin. She reached out to undo the zipper when he stopped her. She looked up. “What? I thought a photographer had every right to pose the subject any way she chose.”

  “If you want me naked just say the word. But there are conditions.”

  Chapter Three

  Tiffany stood quickly. The camera, held by a strap around her neck, banged against her chest. “Ouch.” She quickly wrapped her arms across her breasts. The air suddenly turned almost icy, or maybe it was the way Trent spoke his words. “So what are these conditions?”

  “No touching, and I get the compact flash drive from your camera.”

  Then he’d have access to all the pictures. “Well, you’re no fun.” Without being able to keep the evidence, there was no reason to take the shots. While she believed him innocent, it was her job to gather all the evidence. If she could show her sexy cowboy was easily excitable, that might be one step closer to proving he could rape someone. A stretch, but she needed to start somewhere.

  Liar. Seeing his fine body naked would be fine compensation enough.

  “Hey, after this is over, you get to go back to wherever you come from, but I’ll be out on my ass if I break the rules. No evidence allowed.”

  His firmed lips made her a believer. This guy was definitely on the up-and-up. “I can live with that. What about the other guy I signed up for? He a stickler for the rules, too?”

/>   “Dominic? Oh yeah. He’s all business. He also likes to take control. I should know. He’s my younger brother. I’m the nicer one. If he’d been here, you wouldn’t have gotten to first base. Hell, if he’d come instead of me, you might even be on your knees getting spanked.

  Heat gushed through her at the thought of Dominic spanking her. “Well, I’m not sure I’ll even like your brother.” She moved in closer. “I’m getting cold. You want to warm me up?” She needed to take her mind off the thought of getting spanked by another super-luscious hottie. Now wasn’t the time to do something stupid.

  “Sure, babe.”

  She set the camera down, knelt in front of him, and draped her arms around his neck, letting her breasts press against his chest. One of his hands clasped her back to draw her near while the other slipped between the lips of her needy sex. Pulses of desire warmed her insides. Her breath nearly caught in her throat.

  “You are so wet. I’ll have to tell Dominic you’ve been a bad little girl on a lot of accounts.” He scanned the sky. “Shit. It looks like it might rain.” He pulled away. “We need to head on down. The photography, I’m afraid, will have to wait.” He cupped her cheek. “Need any help dressing?” He winked.

  While she would enjoy his hands all over her body, her control was on the edge as it was. “Some other time.”

  Just when she was making progress, he cut her off. Now she could report to her boss that Trent was innocent. She looked over her shoulder at the sky. The bad weather in the distance didn’t look like it would arrive for a few hours. Was he making an excuse to get away from her? Or was she naïve about mountain weather patterns? Whatever. They were leaving.

  She got up and pulled on her panties, skirt and shirt. The bra was too much work, so she stuffed it into her camera bag. After she put on her shoes, she straightened. No doubt her nipples showed through the thin white material, but what did she care? He’d seen everything anyway and clearly wasn’t interested in sampling what she had to offer. So where did that leave her and her case?

  * * * *

  Trent Lawton couldn’t drive back to the resort fast enough. One more minute with Tiffany and he might have broken the golden rule. Rod, his boss, would have kicked him off the highest mountain if he’d touched her any more. Fuck a customer and I’ll fuck with you was his boss’s motto, even though Trent had heard that’s exactly what Rod had done before he bought the ranch. But that was before the Catalina Spa became a fantasy resort. Lucky bastard. Trent had met his wife, Jillian, and she was hot, almost as good-looking as his little shutterbug.

  He slapped the wheel. What had he been thinking offering to get naked? If he had taken off his shorts there was no way he would have stopped at posing for the sexy siren.

  He parked on the side lot and got out, grabbing not only his gear but Tiffany’s.

  She sidled next to him. His gaze couldn’t help but zoom in on her magnificent tits that showed through the thin white top as sheer as cellophane. Christ. She’d seemed so timid when he first met her, yet by the end of their hike, she’d put the moves on him. That was not what he’d expected.

  She touched his arm. “So when will I see you again?” The light from the overhead porch illuminated her beautiful green eyes. “After dinner perhaps? We could share a nightcap in my room.”

  Never gonna happen. “Tomorrow’s fine.” She smiled and his cock expanded rapidly. Maybe he’d have to ask Dom to do the honors of taking her on another photo expedition. Trent needed time to cool down and reevaluate his problem with handling her. In the year he’d been here, he’d never gotten this turned on by a client. He was losing it big-time.

  “Tomorrow works, too, I guess. What time?”

  He handed her the camera bag. “We’ll ring you. I want Dominic to meet you first. My bro’s not such a bad guy. He’s a genius with staging and getting the most out of a model.” Babble, babble. Christ, where had his cool gone? He’d left it on the mountaintop.

  She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I had a super time today. Tomorrow then.”

  Tiffany spun around, and he could have sworn she swung her hips in an exaggerated fashion just to get to him. It worked, too. Many of their clients put the moves on the workers because their lives sucked. Tiffany, he bet, could get any man she wanted. So why come here? He’d have to ponder that dilemma over a stiff drink.

  He was at the bar when Dominic strolled in. His brother slapped him on the back and nodded to the drink. “Don’t tell me we got another bad one?”

  Trent downed his beer. “In a way.”

  Dom slipped onto the stool next to him. “You want to tell me about it, seeing how I have to interact with her soon?”

  “Let’s just say you need to deal with her tomorrow. Alone.”

  Dom waved to the bartender. “Scotch. Straight up.” His brother turned his attention back to him. “So what happened? I thought you were taking pictures with her. She whine the whole way or something?”

  The last woman they’d shared had complained how she didn’t want to be there, even though she seemed to enjoy every touch, perhaps a little too much. “No. We went to the top of Santa Catalina. She took off all her clothes, and I took pictures of her against the fading sun. Got some stunning shots.”

  He leaned over. “She was naked?” Trent nodded. “You shittin’ me? So why are you giving me the winning lottery ticket? She must be a real loser.”

  “On the contrary, she’s hot. Actually, she’s hotter than hot.” Trent held up a hand. He took a deep breath and willed down his growing erection. The mere image of Tiffany turned his insides out. “Here’s the God’s honest truth. If I’d stayed with her any longer than I did, I might have broken the resort’s golden rule.”

  The bartender delivered Dom’s drink. “You’re serious?”

  “Dead serious. I nearly came in my pants a few times. I can’t be around her and not fuck her.” He stabbed a hand through his hair and expelled a long-held breath.

  Dom laughed. “You are fucked.”

  “You can say that again.”

  “After what? Spending a few hours with her?” Trent nodded. “What do you want me to do with her tomorrow?”

  “She really seemed to love posing. Her checklist said light bondage and exhibitionism. I bet you can come up with something.” Trent waved his glass. “Oh, yeah, I told her you liked to spank your women. I swear her eyes glassed over in delight. Tell her I told you she was very bad and that she needed some serious punishment. I swear, she’s a devil, and a horny one at that. Hell, she tried to take off my clothes.”

  When Dom finished laughing, he downed half of the scotch. “She succeed?”

  “Hell no. I told her it looked like rain and that we needed to hurry down the mountain. With her in a straight skirt, it took an agonizingly long time to get down.”

  Dom slapped him on the back. “Thanks for the visual. Now I won’t sleep thinking about her. I can feel my cock growing thick right now. You sure you don’t want to join us?”

  “I’d love to make it a threesome, but I value my job. Be with her for a few hours and see what you think. I’m betting we’ll both be in here tomorrow night tying one on.”

  Dom finished his drink and hopped off the stool. “I think you’re a fool for giving her up so easily, but I’ll say thank you now.” He placed his glass on the counter and dropped a fiver to cover his tab.

  “By the way, you get to play cowboy.”

  Dom’s shoulders tensed. “No fuckin’ way. I played cowboy last time. It’s your turn.”

  “She already thinks I’m the sweet college boy. Can’t change now.”

  “I’d rather be a Spanish conquistador.”

  Trent shrugged. “You know the drill. We need to stick to company policy. One darlin’-speaking cowboy per customer. It’s what they expect.”

  “You owe me for that.” He chuckled and strode off.

  * * * *

  Tiffany’s cell rang, rousing her from a deep sleep. She rolled over and planted
the pillow over her head. She wasn’t in the mood to speak with anyone, unless Jen had fallen and the nurse was trying to get a hold of her. Her eyes popped open and the pillow came off.

  She patted the end table next to the bed and located her cell. “Hello?”

  “It’s Hollars.”

  Why was her boss calling her in the middle of the night? “What’s wrong?”

  “When you didn’t check in, I got worried.”

  Crap. She’d been too flustered to remember the drill. In case Trent changed his mind and decided to meet her back at her room, she didn’t want to be on the phone with her boss. She’d even waited a good half hour before showering. By the time she gave up on him, she’d forgotten to call the station. For the life of her she couldn’t figure out what she’d done wrong. Trent had been attracted to her, but she guessed not enough to risk his job. She wished Betty Dumfield had been here to see how sweet Trent was.

  “That’s nice of you to be so concerned, but I’m good.” Between the massage and the hiking, her body gave in and she’d fallen asleep before nine.

  “You make any headway with those two?”

  “I’ve only met one of them. So far nothing. Trent isn’t guilty of anything. I’d stake my reputation on it.” Other than being too damned good-looking. “He asks before he touches. Can you believe that? He’s a real gentleman.” Until he sucked my tits and ran his finger over my pussy.

  She scooted back in bed to rest against the backboard. Moonlight streamed in through the windows. She checked the time. It was 9:45 p.m. Whoa. She felt like she’d slept for hours.

  “You losing your touch, North?”

  Yes. “Funny. I tried. Honestly, I did, but he didn’t budge. He didn’t even try to put the moves on me. Not a kiss or anything.” She wasn’t about to tell her boss she’d stripped naked for the guy and attempted to take off the man’s clothes. “If Betty is telling the truth, the other guy might be the one without scruples.” After all, he did spank his women. The image of a hand smacking her ass had heat spreading straight to her pussy.