The professional distance I'd fought so hard to maintain didn't just crack; it shattered. The moment her hand claimed me, I was buried under a surge of raw, primal instinct.
Our lips crashed together with a violence that made the lead cameraman stumble back to keep the focus sharp. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a collision of two predators finally locking jaws. Evelyn tasted like the expensive Pinot we'd had earlier and a desperate, driving hunger. She groaned into my mouth, her body molding itself against the front of my suit as she wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck.
I didn't wait for her to lead. I slammed my hands onto her waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her robe and the gold chains beneath. I pulled her flush against me, lifting her slightly so she could feel the full, punishing weight of my erection against her thigh. The clink of her bikini chains against my belt buckle sounded like a starting pistol.
