Page 12 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I continue to watch Stone closely as he shakes hands with the photographer, and they have an animated conversation. Well, at least the photographer is animated with his arms and hands whirling all around; Stone stands there looking at the other man with a gorgeous smirk on his face.

I know the moment he notices me because that smirk widens into a blinding white smile that I can’t help but mirror.

“Well, well. Roxanne, Roxanne.” Stone saunters slowly toward me, and I notice that everyone is not so subtly watching him.

“Mr. Rutherford, what are you doing on a photo shoot?” I question putting all the sass I can muster into my words. Hell, I’m just glad I didn’t stutter. Especially since my tongue is practically hanging out my mouth from me drooling.

“Somebody thought it was a great idea to use my motorcycle on the cover.” Stone answers as soon as he’s right in front of me. He looks down and licks his lips. I swallow hard because the sex appeal of this man has got to be dangerous.

“I didn’t realize you were such an artist.” My words are breathless, but I’m glad I was able to string together a sentence because Stone’s spicy scent is putting my senses into overdrive.

He smells so good, and he’s so damn tall. He at least six-five, so I have to take a step back. Not only to see all of his face, but so I can get some relief from his overbearing presence. I slide my gaze over his body in appreciation. Anyone can see he’s built under that leather jacket, all lean muscle, and fineness.

“I guess you can call my babies art. Not everybody appreciates customized wheels like I do.”

I smile as I take a closer look at the beast he rode in on, and it is beautiful. The chrome and black machine with swirls of color throughout looks like something straight out of a futuristic sci-fi film.

I can tell a lot of time and skill went into it, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. I didn’t think a motorcycle could be categorized as beautiful, but there are no other words to describe Stone’s work.

“Alright! Chop-chop. Let’s get the models on set and get this show on the road!” The photographer yells, breaking into mine and Stone’s conversation.

Everyone starts moving around, and the noise of the shoot gets louder. I’m not sure if it was actually quiet, or I was just so focused on Stone that I tuned everything around me out.

Stone moves to stand out of the way, but he doesn’t go far because I can feel the heat of his body right behind me. He’s not touching me, but he might as well have me pinned to the floor. My body is so filled with tension at his closeness if he touched me, I might just orgasm on the spot.

We watch in silence as the models are posed on and around the motorcycle. A large fan is turned on, and the music is turned up. One of the things I love most about working photoshoots is the high energy.

“You know, I would pay top dollar to see you draped over my steel dragon like that.” Stone’s breath tickles the side of my face as he whispers in my ear.

When he says the words “steel dragon,” my mind flashes once again to that nice package he’s hiding in those jeans.

I really should not be this horny.I internally admonish myself. I’m so glad Stone is behind me and can’t see my face.

“Hmmm, so that’s how you get all the girls, huh? You pay for them! Uhhuh… I knew it was a reason the bunnies were falling all over themselves to get at you.” I tease him, and he gives a snicker only I can hear because he’s still leaning down by my ear.

Stone nips my ear, and I gasp and turn around. I didn’t mean to be so dramatic, but he just took our flirting to a whole new level. We’re in public, and I’m at work. He can’t just walk in here and make my panties wet like this.

“Sir! I am at work! You can’t just be taking liberties with your fondling!” I whisper fiercely at him with wide eyes. I look around and catch a few curious looks from some of the crew, and I can feel my face heat.

Stone takes his time to straighten to his full height as he looks down into my face. His blue eyes gleam with amusement, but that’s the only outward emotion he shows.

“I like the way you call me, Sir. I think you should always call me that.”

“I think you must be out of your mind.” I twist my lips up to keep from showing that I’m not really that opposed to the idea. Well, in the bedroom anyway.

“I see the twinkle in those big browns of yours. You ain’t that mad about the idea.” Stone licks his thick lips, and I swear I want to groan.

I don’t know what it is about this man that makes me feel like I’m a bitch in heat. But I have got to figure it out. Stone Rutherford will not have me out in these streets looking desperate.

“Whatever…” I start to say, but I’m interrupted by the bellowing of my name.

“Roxy! Get over here!” I sigh loudly at Nia’s shrill voice.

“Who the fuck is she hollering at like that?” Stone growls. His face goes from teasing to scary as fuck in a blink of an eye.

“Oh shit!”

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