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“I’m not—we can’t—" I had no idea what I was even trying to say. Words felt slippery right now and meaningless besides. The only thing real was Cameron, and the swoop of her bare collar as she undid her shirt buttons, the hint of baby blue from a bra with lace detailing. Not wearing anything special. She was a lingerie designer, of course her nothing special was—
She laughed, jerking me out of my trance. “Do you need me to turn away?”
“No—well.” I scrunched up my face. “Maybe… I mean. Yes?”
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, London.” She slipped her shirt off, and the way she looked by the pale light on the covered terrace, by the glow of the sunset casting her in sharp contrasts—the smooth curve of her waist, up to the band of her bra—I shook my head, hard.
“Cameron. This is completely inappropriate.”
“I’m not hearing you say you don’t want it, though.”
“I…” I should have just said that. It would have wrapped things up more tidily. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her waist, off her bare arms, off the subtle detailing of her bra.
“London?” She drew out my name again, tasting it, her eyes flaring as she undid the button on her pants. My breath hitched in my throat, and I found myself helpless to do anything other than watch as she stepped out of her heels and then, painstakingly slowly, pulled her pants down, stripping down to a matching set of baby blue bra and panties.
There were so many reasons not to—so many reasons to step back, to be sensible, to be cautious. I couldn’t focus on any of them right now. I remembered the way she’d touched me on Sunday, her fingertips dancing over my body, exploring me at just the lightest touch. I wanted to do the same. Wanted to feel her.
“You might as well join me,” she said, her voice husky, stained with desire. The sound of her voice like that hung off of me, a weight of how much I needed her building in my core, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she walked closer. My heart pounded as she closed the gap, the music fading into the background, the taste of the muggy Miami summer heat in the air around us warm on my tongue and mingling with the smell of Cameron’s perfume. Her eyes up close—that crisp blue with the halo of sea green—they pierced straight through me as she put her hands to my collar, undoing the buttons on my shirt. I found myself helpless to stop her—that nothing could make me want to stop her.
“Cameron… we shouldn’t…”
“Should, shouldn’t. I’m so tired of those old words. Let’s just do what we want to… just for tonight.” She bit her lip, working down to the last button on my shirt, undoing it and slipping my shirt open, and her gaze ravaged me—roaming over me, drinking in every inch of me. “God, London, you’re beautiful. I really do wish I could take you aside and just spend hours dressing you and undressing you… I could design a whole line just based around you.”
Those husky, whispered compliments were like melted chocolate, rich and indulgent over my senses, and I wanted to drink them in. I bit my lip, looking away. “I bet you say that to everyone.”
She laughed, a low and murky laugh as she took my drink from my hand, setting it down on the table and turning back to slip my shirt gently, slowly down my shoulders. My body ached for more, always more. “I’m starting to wonder if that’s just what you say to get me to insist how special you are…”
It absolutely was. “Just that I’m sure you could have people… lining up for you.”
“I’ve been with a few people. But never like this… never as Cameron.”
I wanted to say something sharp, some kind of retort, something like you’d think your husband would be on that list, but I didn’t want her to stop. I moved my arms with her, letting her take my shirt off, and she dropped it to the floor. I closed my eyes with an aching pleasure as she moved her fingers down to my belt, working it undone. “Here I thought… maybe you got off on the whole alter-ego thing.”
“Hardly. It’s out of necessity. It’s so electrifying with you, London. Oh—I know I shouldn’t,” she laughed as she opened my belt and worked my pants undone. “But you have such an effect on me…”
She wasn’t the only one. “Cameron…”
“I love that,” she murmured, pulling my pants down. “Hearing you say my name. Don’t stop.”
“No—that’s not—I’m trying to—”
“Mm?” She dropped my pants to the ground, looking back up at me with a devilish smile. “You’re trying to what, London?”
“I’m trying to tell you we can’t…” I winced. “We shouldn’t…”
She reached back and undid the clasp on her bra, and then I was gone. She dropped it to the ground, and a swooping feeling drove deep into the pit of my stomach at the sight of her—small, pert breasts, pink nipples firm, her skin pearlescent in the dimming sunset. I felt hypnotized—like my body responded to her instead of to myself—and I watched in that trance as she slipped her panties off, too, dropping them to the floor.
Cameron was perfect. Achingly so. Every inch of her was impossible to take my eyes off of, and the need in my chest, in my stomach, my core, my thighs, everywhere in my body ached, desperately, to have her. It felt like I’d break if I didn’t.
“You too, London,” she murmured. And again, my body responded to her automatically—I pulled my bra up over my head, feeling my face burn as she took me in, eyes flaring with desire. All I could think was how I wanted, needed her to keep looking at me—to keep wanting me in that visceral way she did. That raw, naked look of desire she’d given me in the club—I needed it. My panties fell to the floor, and I felt my whole body light up under her attention, her eyes taking in every inch of me.
“You,” she whispered, laying a hand gently on my collar and trailing down between my breasts, “are even more magnificent than I thought. Like a goddess, or… or a muse…”
I’d thought it was bad on Sunday that I was ready to have sex with a woman I’d just met. All she had to do right now was ask, and I’d have sex with a married woman.
“And if you did,” I said, hearing my voice like it was coming from somewhere else. “Design a line based around me. What would you call it?”
“Oh, I like this question,” she laughed. “Any requests?”
