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I flushed, breaking her gaze. “It’s… just part of the job.”
“Well, if you ask me,” she said, turning back to the view, “he was just threatened by my success. He wanted to call it off because he said I was pushing him down. But it worked out for me. I feel like I can breathe without him.” She paused, giving me a sidelong glance. “And I get to spend time in much more… agreeable company.”
My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe. “I’m… glad things are working out well for you.”
“I’d come out as bisexual in the months before that, and I wonder if that might have worried him, too. These days, I wonder if I actually am attracted to men at all.” She laughed. “Maybe it should have been a sign that I chose to enter a career all about beautiful women in sexually charged clothing.”
“Maybe you were right, in the club,” I said, glancing away. “When you said we have a lot in common. I tried for so long to be straight, too.”
“Mm… talk about a waste,” she murmured, shifting closer in the water to me. Her hand found my hip under the water, and I ached for her hands all over me, a wild need that drove me beyond reason. “All the poor girls who missed out on you in that time…”
I bit my lip. “Cameron—”
“I was right about another thing, in the club, too,” she said. “I told you, the next time I saw you… I want you. I kept thinking about that kiss, London.”
I let out a shaky breath. “I… me too. And when I wore that lingerie—”
“I’m so upset I didn’t get to see you in it,” she said, running her hand up my side. “I’m sure you’d look incredible…”
“Cameron—we still shouldn’t be—”
“According to who?” She moved in closer, her breasts brushing against mine under the water, and it sent ripples of need through my body. “We just need to make sure it doesn’t get out…”
“I…”
“I want you.”
I closed my eyes. “I want you, too…”
“Then let’s not waste time. We’ve both already wasted so much.”
I didn’t get a chance to say anything, not that there was anything left to say. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, and I gave in, gave myself over to her. Her lips on mine were beyond description—fire that coursed through my veins and churned deep in my stomach, and my thighs ached, my core burning for her—and I felt my hands go to her back, matching her pace. She held me tight against her, kissing slowly, indulgently, drifting through the water until she pressed me up against the edge of the pool, and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I couldn’t say no to anything—wanted it all, wanted everything with her—and I moaned softly against her as our tongues moved to the thumping rhythm of the music.
She really did like to take her time—we were there for ages, nipping at each other’s lips, tugging lightly, our tongues moving together, before she slipped her hands up my front and cupped my breasts. I moaned, nodding her on, and I lost myself in the throbbing pulses of pleasure that went through me as she teased her thumbs over my nipples. My hands moved of their own accord, feeling up and down her back, her sides, and when I slipped a hand to her inner thigh, she broke off from the kiss with a hungry, heady look in her eyes.
“Let’s get out of the water.” She took my hand, and I found myself following after her, stepping up out of the pool and into the cool of the night before she crashed into me again, kissing me hard, pressing me back up against the wall of the covered terrace. Her hand slipped down between my legs, and I let out an aching moan against her lips as she trailed her fingertips along my center.
She pulled back from the kiss, taking my chin between two fingers and turning me to look her in the eye as she touched me, fingers working over my clit, and my face burned all the way out to my ears and down my neck.
“It is fucking incredible feeling you get wet for me, London,” she whispered. I bucked my hips against her, making a soft whining noise—desperate for more, for her to increase from the slow, teasing pace she was moving at.
“Cameron… god, you’re good,” I groaned. She bit her lip, a wild look flashing over her eyes.
“Fuck, I like hearing you say my name.”
She—might well have never heard a woman say her name during sex before. There was something wildly erotic about being the first, especially for a woman so powerful and—and charged with such a sexual legacy. I met her eyes, whispering it low. “Please, Cameron.”
“Mm. I cannot get enough of it.” She picked up the pace, and I sank back against the wall, letting my head fall back against it and closing my eyes as her fingers flooded me with sensation. The buildup that had been going on since Sunday left me aching for release, and I felt it through every inch of my body, like my whole existence was being dismantled by Cameron’s expert fingers.
She kissed down my neck, dragged her tongue across my chest, sucked at my nipples, sank to her knees and took me in her mouth—my knees buckled as I muffled cries into my hand, but she steadied me against her—and she kissed her way back up my body as she returned her fingers to where she had my whole body under her control now, moving fast over my clit, sending pleasure throbbing through my body and out to my fingertips as she made her way back up to press her lips against mine, heady with the taste of me.
She took me high, close to the edge, as I gasped her name over and over, but she backed off, let the building orgasm recede before she spun me around and bent me over a table, grabbing roughly and taking me with a primal desire. I cried out in breathless ecstasy as she penetrated me, her fingers slipping deep inside me, and I melted into the sensation of her thrusting into me and pulling back out, filling me up as she bent over me from behind, whispering in my ear take it, just like that, you look so fucking good like this, London, London, my name over and over in that dreamy, erotic haze before she turned me back, shifted me up to sit on the table with my legs spread, pressed her lips against mine, and finally took me over the edge, her fingers working against me in a lust-fueled haze until my orgasm broke over me in a crashing wave. I gripped onto her tightly, crying out her name against her lips, wrapping my arms and legs around her as my whole body came undone at her touch.
Cameron was a wet dream. Even more than I’d fantasized about.
We kissed slow and languid after I’d come down, her mouth hot and wet against mine, moving slowly until I felt that fire kindling up hotter inside me again, and she pulled back with a gleam in her eyes that—I don’t know how she knew I was ready, but I didn’t mind her knowing. I didn’t mind it at all.
“I want to hear you say my name while you make me come,” she breathed into my ear. A shudder ran down my spine.
