Author's Note:

I'm starting to like putting my thoughts up here before every chapter... I don't know, I guess it just seems amusing to see my thoughts up here. I know, I'm weird and conceited. [°_°]

But, we all are weird and conceited in our own way. Alright, I'm rambling. yaoiChibi, shut up!

Anyways, this is dedicated to Lilly_B_L. Because she's awesome and you guys should definitely check her profile out. I know she's got a few stories up and they're great!

And, because I decided to do this dedication stuff (coz I just discovered how to do this recently. Weird, right?), I'm gonna dedicate each chapter to all of those who so graciously voted and commented on the story.

Take it as a thanks for reading my stories! I mean, it's the least I can do for the time you spend reading it.

Now, let's move on to the story!

yaoiChibi out! Peace~ 

P.S

TWHiddleston23, chapter 10 is all yours. *wink, wink* hehehe....

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McEvanaugh.

Jordan McEvanaugh.

Just the sound of his name aroused me and it was no surprise why I felt that way. I told you I'd find out his details sooner or later. However, it wasn't easy. It was a given that I had to drag his family name from his lips because he was not cooperating. Again. Shamelessly, I had to do things with my mouth just so he'd give in. And let's just say that what I did only added fuel to a raging fire. Plus after three months of unadulterated pleasure, it was a wonder he hadn't signed himself up for Sex Addicts Anonymous or whatever the fuck they called the rehabilition group for that.

Strange, isn't it? One day turned into three months and not a word of protest from the bear.

I only asked for one day. Just one day filled with non-stop sex and pleasure, drowning in our bodily fluids as we performed lust's passionate dance. I wanted to get it out of my system, move on to the next hottest thing I could find and fuck the living hell out of it. I wanted to stop desiring a man who didn't worship me like the miracle that I was, and treated me like I was nothing but a slut that had nothing better to do with my ass.

But, I couldn't stop.

It was like he was a drug that I was slowly getting addicted to, my body unable to manage one day without his touch. The idea of me getting tired of this man seemed like an idea so far in the future that I didn't think it was happening anytime soon. I don't know. I just feel drawn to him.

I loved it, every second we spent making mindless sex. I loved his fingers, the way they would grab my hair roughly as I took him in my mouth; his tongue, as he licks my chest and lathers my perk nubs with his aphrodisiac of a saliva. I even loved the way he curses when he unloads himself in me, on me, and at me. Whether it be inside or outside my body, he'd never fail to swear to the heavens as he released himself. I found it hot and arousing that it was hard to stop touching him, resulting in another round of passionate sex.

His strong and muscular body reddened from his excitement, the smell of his arousal spreading in the air as I tried all my outfits on him. Truthfully, I'd never had sex this much. We did it so frequently that my collection was down to less than a handful when I had over a hundred of them.

I was constantly sore. Still am, actually.

But, it was a good kind of sore. One that I'd welcome everyday if it meant spending time with Jordan. God! He could be infuriating one minute then unbelievably sexy the next. He was so unpredictable that I had started carrying a bottle of lube wherever I went with him.

Sometimes, we'd even get horny in compromising situations.

Like right now.

Currently, I was at a photoshoot. Jordan had given Raphael the thumbs-up when my oh-so-amazing manager decided to accept work after one month of rehabilitation, and undiscovered sex adventures. Of course, I agreed wordlessly so long as Jordan went wherever I was working. I included that clause in his contract so he had no way out of this. And without fail, at just about every location, I'd make him beg to take me.

Yes, him. He did all the begging in this thing we had, as I enjoyed teasing his innocence.

I'd lock the door whenever Raphael left to speak with the director or photographer, smiling seductively as Jordan's piercing gaze watched me. Just like Elaine told me, I kept my relationship with Jordan a secret. Raphael had completely no idea I was being fucked countless times by my nurse. That instead of healing me, he was the cause of why I couldn't get up in the mornings.

"Fuck, Eric!" Jordan uttered breathlessly as he thrusted his hips against mine, his sack slapping my cheeks loudly with every thrust.

He hovered over me, keeping a tight grip on my hips as he moved sensually. My legs were spread open by his strong arms and left me bare open to his eyes, my black thong hanging around my ankle. He had gotten better at this. His body had finally evolved to one that knew how hard and rough I wanted to be taken. He listened dutifully to every command I made, making sure I always released first before he did.

And the best part, he had stopped using the ring three weeks ago. It's amazing how constant practice in something makes you better than before. And, I'm pretty sure Jordan is going to thank me one day for teaching him to be such an amazing sex God.

"Jordan, harder. Faster." I whispered, scratching his clothed back.

I had to keep my voice low and soft, my moans almost silent as he took me. It was risky having sex before a shoot, the featured garment precariously dangling behind Jordan. But, the thrill of almost getting caught made this whole thing even more exciting.

"Jordan, my nipples."

He grunted and brought up a hand to my chest, finding my nubs and flicking them harshly. It was obvious he was in another world, lost in his hazy dimension. He didn't have the concentration to twist them, but I couldn't give a fuck as long as he was fondling me.

My breath had slipped out my lungs, the familiar warmth pooling at the bottom of my stomach. I was close and he was too, judging from the way he was letting his voice go. He was a noisy fucker, and it aroused me as hell.

"I'm cumming. Shit, I'm go-" I dug my nails on his back, pulling myself up and biting his shoulder when I trembled violently.

The euphoria was incredible and I knew that if Jordan wasn't wearing a shirt, he'd have a huge bite mark on the junction of his neck and shoulder. Not that he would mind, anyway.

My body clenched tightly, my muscles squeezing him hard and making him release his load. He choked on his breath, his lips parted like he was yelling silently as he spilled every last drop of him in me. 

Fuck, it was hot and erotic. 

"Eric!" 

I cringed and I felt Jordan tense up, his breathing had faltered when Raphael called from behind the locked door. The sound of Raphael twisting the door knob sounded my ears and I reluctantly pulled away from Jordan, letting his limp member slide out of my reluctant entrance before reaching for the wet tissues to clean myself up. Hell, I was freaked out at the idea of Jordan's semen slipping out during the photoshoot and staining the black underwear that was meant to be the featured garment, and not sex underwear.

But, I had other things to worry about and one of those was the bald guy currently banging on the door. Besides, I didn't plan to reveal our relationship like that.

"Eric, you're needed on set in about five minutes. Get to it!" Raphael finally gave up opening the door and his retreating footsteps assured me that we were once again alone.

Jordan stood up, buttoning his pants and straightening his shirt. There were a few stains from my climax, but it was close to invisible. He looked at me and smiled softly, reaching out a hand and pulled me up when I took it.

I followed suite, wrapping my arms around his strong neck and reaching for his lips. It was a habit we had developed after having sex for almost four weeks. We made out until the throes of passion left our system, moaning softly in each other's mouths.

"Do you need help cleaning up?" He whispered against my lips, his eyes staring into mine. The grip he had on my hips loosened up, just caressing the smooth expanse of my tanned skin.

"No, I don't. My ass pretty much sucked it all up, so nothing to worry about stains on me. Just sweat, and swollen lips and nips." I pecked his lips once more, loving the friction we made with our mouths. "I just need to go back to make-up and I'll look good as new. Like I wasn't fucked roughly."

He let me go and stepped back to look for my robe. The smile on his face as he picked up the fabric was amusing and I know why.

Recently, maybe eight days or so and that was after another satisfying round of during-work sex, he requested that unless it was required for my job, I shouldn't walk around half-naked and subject myself to lowly perverted eyes.

I found it odd, at first. I mean, why the fuck would he care if other people checked my goods? It's not like I was having sex with them. I was having sex with him and him only. And so, I didn't follow his wishes. I don't know, I just enjoyed the way people laved me with attention. Then, he got weird on me and I noticed his eyes were sharp every time I went on shoots that involved my body. Then suddenly, I wasn't feeling very proud of myself. My chest would tingle painfully when I'd catch his glare on me, so I started wearing my robe before and after every shoot to cover myself up. It didn't help with his glare, but it softened it enough for me to feel better for myself.

I don't know. Maybe, I just got tired of the attention and his eyes were making me uncomfortable.

"I'll meet you back here when I'm done, okay?" I said as I wiped the last few stains on my body and donned the merchandise. 

He nodded silently, a small smile on his lips as he watched me wear the robe. I turned to him, brushing my hair off my face before poking out my tongue in a playful manner. I made my way to the door and was just about to leave the room when he pulled me back, catching my lips and kissing the hell out of me. His tongue slid over my bottom lip sensually as he made me moan, before entering my mouth to ravish me thoroughly. His hands wrapped around my waist and held me close to him, my back on his chest.

When I pulled back, his teeth caught my swollen lip in an effort to keep me from retreating. I wanted to continue, I really did. But, I needed to work and kissing me like this was just distracting me. 

"I want more." Fuck, I created a sex-crazed monster. "Let's have another round."

I hummed, raising my hands above me to wrap around his neck. He was too easy to arouse and I didn't do a thing. Hell, I was just making my way out the door when he pulled me back to him.

"Later." I replied hoarsely, desperately trying to contain my arousal. Fucking hell! Now, I was getting too aroused. I need to let go now or it'll be game over and we'll be caught. "Jordan, later. I'll let you do whatever you want later. Just let me go for a few minutes so I can work."

He sighed heavily, his reluctance obvious as he let me go. Well, sorry for refusing. It was his damn fault for saying I was okay for work. He shouldn't be the one to sulk over something so trivial.

"Fine. Did you take your medicine, by the way?" I noticed his tone returning to his uncaring state, like the one he used when I was back at the hospital, despite the eyes he wore. He took extra steps back and I knew it was to restrain himself. How the hell did he change from an insatiable bastard to this son of a bitch? Now who has a quick change of heart, huh.

"Yeah, I did. Right before we fucked." I wiped my lips with a finger, removing the remnants of his searing hot kiss. 

I reached for the door and left, not looking back as I knew my resolve would falter if I saw his ravenous gaze. What the fuck? I can't believe I was this unsatisfied when it came to him. Fuck. Now, what?

"Eric, honey, you made it in time." Raphael bounced to me, smiling like an idiot as he dragged me to meet the photographer. "Be a good boy and don't punch this asshole, okay."

"My make-up got messed up. I need to go and get it fixed." I explained, feeling relatively elated that I didn't care that Raphael was touching me so casually.

"Later. This fucker wouldn't leave me alone. He said he was a big fan and wanted to chat up before starting. What an asshole to blackmail us with work just to meet you."

I chuckled softly, letting myself be carried along by Raphael to where a tall and elegant figure that was standing. This guy, I presumed as the photographer Raphael was saying, had sharp features that chiseled his face to almost complete perfection. He had ebony skin, his eyes colored with the lightest brown that it was almost gold in color. And, he was fucking buff. Not scary buff like bouncers at night clubs, buff like his muscles were more pronounced than the average guy. He seemed like the type that visited the gym on a daily basis because his muscles were so perfectly sculpted. Plus, that black vest and tight jeans did nothing to conceal his form.

Damn, he could've made money in front of the camera and not behind it. He was gorgeous and I didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

However, if there was one thing that unnerved me, it was the hidden meaning of his gaze. At first, I thought he was just admiring me. Until I noticed the way his eyes had darkened from his lust. I wasn't new to stuff like this because I got looked like that every single day I can remember. But after feeling strangely attached to Jordan, I despised lewd gazes like his. It just made my skin crawl in disgust.

Gross.

"Eric, it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I'm Laurence Knightley. Lance, for short." He introduced himself, immediately extending his hand in greeting.

I frowned mentally. This guy gave such an approachable aura, like he was talking to someone he had known for months. It kind of gave that feeling of trust, but then that was the dangerous part. He was luring me in and I couldn't get away.

Putting my best angelic mask on, I reached for his hand without missing a beat and smiled. I ignored the tight squeeze he gave me and quickly pulled back, noticing the way his hand tried to stop me from pulling away.

"My pleasure as well, Lance." I smiled, inconspicuously wiping my hand on my robe. The feel of his hand on my skin made me feel different, shivering at his touch. Whether that was due to the fact that this guy was smoking hot or to the fact that I didn't trust myself with him, I don't know. "So, what did you want to talk to me about? I was about to head to make-up when Raphael saw me."

I tried to stay polite. Not because he was unbelievably courteous to the point that it lowered my guard a bit, but simply because I couldn't afford any more strain on my image. Unfortunately, due to my earlier stunt, I was labeled as a prima donna with anger management issues.

And in this industry, being labeled as anything but beautiful was a bad sign.

"Ah, nothing. I just wanted to meet you. Huge fan of your work-" What work? All I did was pose half naked in most of my jobs. "-and thought I could get to talk to you. You know, meet you up close and personal."

He flashed me that innocent smile, his teeth gleaming in the light. Damn. It was seriously hard to stay wary with someone as hot and polite as him.

Must resist temptation, must resist. Do not succumb to him and that fake mask of his.

"Ah. Thanks. I really didn't do much, just smiled at the camera and stood still in different positions. And as much as I'd like to say the same to you, I just have no idea who you are." I said, keeping a smile on my face.

"Ouch." He feigned his hurt and laughed lightly, clutching his chest like I had really hurt his feelings. "That hurt, man. I'm a pretty well-known photographer. I thought models usually did their research about the photographers that took their pictures?"

Wow. He just took that subtle insult and laughed it off. He wasn't a normal guy and that was something.

"Sorry. Aside from earning money, I really don't care that much for modelling. Anyway, I've got to head to make-up and fix myself up. I'm quite tired and I really want to go home." I looked down to my side and caught Raphael looking at me curiously. My eyebrow shot up in question, but left it alone. I'll ask him about that later. "Although, it was really nice to meet you, Lance."

Quickly, I turned around and headed for the make-up lady quietly. Lance's stare boring holes all over my back in an uncomfortable way. God! I hope it wasn't going to be like this all day. If it is, then we better get the hell out of here soon.

My legs took long strides to the lady who fixed me up earlier, ignoring the way her eyes had glazed over with amazement. I sat on the chair and she got to work, wiping away drops of sweat before doing any re-touch on it. And once we were done, we started on the job.

Like I said earlier, the black thong was the featured garment and I had to work my magic with it. Sell it the best way I could. And what surprised me was the fact that he was really good.

Lance had talent, I can tell you that. He knew how to position myself in a way that was both comfortable to my body and his lens. It was natural, the way he gave out instructions and pushed the button. So far, he was completely professional. And it fooled me to thinking that the guy I was talking to earlier didn't exist. He was efficient with the camera and I felt comfort in knowing that he was all for work-mode.

"Eric, I need you to look erotic, sensual. Almost like you're making love to the camera and right now, those hips are calling it in. I need to feel like you're almost taking it off, but then you're not. Get what I mean?" He asked, walking up to me during the sudden two-minute break he called. His camera was dangling from his neck, it's huge lens taking up the space between us as he gave his instructions.

What the fuck? He really threw me off from that I'm a huge fan of your works speech.

I sighed, nodding silently as I looked him straight in the eyes. The advice he gave was constructive, suggesting possible positions that would best give that feel of seduction. Seduction? Easy. I lived off of seduction my enitre life.

"I got it." Replying to his instructions, I handed Raphael my water bottle, and headed to the lone bed. "Let's start."

Lance jogged back to his original position, a grin on his lips as he barked out instructions. Now, I had to work on my drive. Seduce. Seducing like how I did to Jordan, right? Yeah, I guess that would be the best option to go with. 

I gathered my concentration, conjuring up the image of Jordan by the door as he carries my medicine in the room. I see his bored eyes, looking at me with a glint of disinterest. How will I react? 

My body moved of its own accord, responding to the heated gaze of my imaginary Jordan. I know the real deal was in the building, but he was in my dressing room and wasn't leaving any time soon. So, I had to be resourceful.

"Just like that. Raise your hips more and tilt your head to the left a bit." Lance called out, the sound of the shutters flicking sounded in the air.

I followed suite, focusing entirely on the image of the slowly heating eyes of Jordan. Yes, I can see it now. His eyes raking my body, a fierce tremble coursing his body. But, it's not enough. I need to see more of his eyes.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, tingling all my senses to one corner in the background. Eyes that shined in the dark, giving off a silver light. His quiet gaze as he watched me move. Well, well, well. Look who decided to come out and play. 

I met his gaze head-on, directing my body towards him with an evil smirk on my lips. My body rose to my knees, my legs spread wide-open to prying eyes. Hushed gasps rang the rooms when I licked my lips. I leant back on both my arms as I raised my hips, offering myself to the man that stood at the back quietly. No one seemed to notice that he was there, his towering height calling all of my attention. 

"Perfect! Now, that's a wrap everybody. Start cleaning up." Lance yelled, catching the attention of wandering eyes that followed me as I reached for my robe.

Jordan remained still in his place. He wasn't moving until I made my way to him and I knew that, the way his sharp gaze locked unto mine assured me we were going to go at it the entire night. Not a smart move on my part since I was still sore, but what the hell. 

I was just craving for him badly.

"Eric, wait! Eric!" I groaned in irritation, rolling my eyes at the sound of Lance calling for me. Suck it up, Eric, and act professional. Jordan can wait like a good boy while you wrap this up.

"Yes?" I turned to meet Lance's golden brown eyes, hiding the killing intent from my eyes. Relax, Eric. Relax. "What is it?"

"You were amazing! I mean, I've seen lots of models try to pull that off. But, yours - yours was spectacular! It really felt like you were calling for my attention and pulling me to bed. God, I could still feel the intensity." Lance said, putting a friendly arm around my shoulders. I felt a sharp piercing feeling and looked over my shoulder, catching Jordan's pointed glare towards me.

My heart suddenly soared, pumping wildly from the way I made Jordan look at me. I couldn't help the proud feeling that sprouted from my chest. Oh God!

"Someone doesn't like me touching his boyfriend." I stiffened, a heavy feeling dropping in the pit of my stomach. I turned my head to meet Lance's full-blown smile, the evil intent obvious to me.

"I knew it was for someone. Got you."