Sweet Abduction by Sasha Gold Page B

me, positioning me more in front of him, his erection presses against me and my heart seizes.
    “Come closer,” he murmurs. “We can’t just stay in the same spot the whole time.”
    If my mind wasn’t slipping its gears on the feel of his hard cock I might reply with something witty. Said the spider to the fly, or something like that. I close my eyes and to my utter mortification, a soft moan escapes my lips. My body responds. My breasts tighten almost painfully and my core heats with wet arousal.
    I can hear the director’s voice and for the first time, he sounds happy, chattering to the photographers, urging them on.
    My legs tremble and in spite of his hold, I feel precarious. I clasp a handful of his shirt, clinging to him for support. “I don’t like this, Riley.”
    He takes his hand from my ass and turns me so I’m facing forward. “Liar,” he whispers. “You want it as much as I do.”
    His arms encircle me and he brushes his lips against my temple. Behind me, his body presses against me. His warm breath fans against my skin.
    “But it won’t mean anything to you,” I say so only he can hear.
    “It would mean everything to me.”
    “I’m just part of some big scheme.”
    He laughs softly. “Does it feel like I’m thinking about revenge right now?”
    Clearly that’s not what he’s thinking about right now. Once upon a time I would have been flattered, no, ecstatic, to think that he wanted me, but it’s not so simple anymore. My eyes sting and prickle with the threat of tears. Again. I’m off-balance, unsure and vulnerable. I’m not much of a crier, so when I do cry it’s like a flood. A big, wracking ugly cry like the one I had when I visited Dad’s grave.
    He turns me another half-circle so I’m facing him again. My heels give me a few inches of height, but I still have to tilt my head to look him in the eyes. His gaze sears me and I hate that I can’t tell what it means.
    “Riley…” My voice cracks. I shake my head and he holds my gaze while one of the photographers rears up beside us, snapping pictures a foot away.
    “Finish up,” Riley snaps. “My wife’s getting tired.”
    Someone translates this to the director and he vents in Italian and I hear Charlotte’s voice.
    “Wait… what? Did he just say Leah is his wife ?”
    Someone says something about us being married and Charlotte gasps. “I thought that was just a rumor!”
    The next few minutes are a blur. The photographers take a few more shots and Riley appeases them by cradling my face with his hand. The pictures will give everyone the impression he’s madly in love with me and while I’m pressed close enough to feel his arousal, there’s nothing in his gaze but ice.
    And then it’s over. He releases me from his embrace, but takes my hand, waving the photographers off with the other. We walk off the set.
    Charlotte hands me a bag with my clothing and I can see the unhappiness in her eyes. “You got married. And I didn’t even get to help you like you helped me.”
    “We’ll have a proper wedding when the fight is over, Charlotte,” Riley says.
    And the next moment he whisks me out the door. A handful of photographers line the sidewalk along with some fans. A teenaged girl holds up a sign. I Heart Rileah.
    Riley follows me into the car, shielding me from the cameras as I get in. I look out the window and see Charlotte, holding her hand up to her ear gesturing for me to call her. Her lips are parted, her face a picture of disbelief. As the car pulls away she lifts her hand to wave. I wave back and watch her until she disappears from view.

Chapter Eight
    Riley
    The rain drums on the roof of the car as we drive home, and neither of us speak. The photo session just changed the playing field. I love photoshoots, normally. Not for the attention, but for the money. It allows me to do things I never imagined. Things for people I care about. That’s turned out to be the most important thing out of all of this.
    My