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“Please, Cameron—please. I need you to fuck me…”
She bit her lip. “Good girl. Who would I be to deny a request like that?”
Moving slowly, she dipped her hand down, pushing two fingers inside me. It felt like my body would burst, arching into her, gasping out her name as she pushed deeper inside me—filling me up, stretching me out, flooding me with pleasure as she sank deep inside me and crooked her fingers. Slowly, she pulled out and pumped back in, and again, moving harder, faster, picking me up in the rhythm of her movement as I felt my senses melt away into the feeling of her taking me, using me, fucking me like she would break me just for her pleasure. There was nothing I could want more.
She pumped harder, fucking in and out, and I gasped when she gripped at my hair, tugging lightly but just enough for me to feel it, and I couldn’t control myself—she took me over the edge before long, crashing hard into an explosive orgasm that had me screaming her name, arching my back so high it felt like I’d lift clear off the bed. Pleasure thumped through me like a beating drum, drowning out the rest of the world until I came down, slowly, blissfully, my face numb, gasping for breath as Cameron pulled out of me and kissed gently over my breasts.
“God, I fucking love it,” she whispered against me. “Seeing you squirm for me. Hearing you scream my name.”
“As… as much as you… like, Cameron…”
She laughed, low and murky with her lips on my skin. “Don’t tempt me. It’s already too hard to wait for you to be ready before I grind myself on your face.”
I felt my cheeks burn, and I looked down to meet where her eyes were darkened with pleasure. “I-I mean… you don’t have to wait at all.”
She bit her lip, coming up to straddle me again as she took her bra off. “You are such a perfect fucking fantasy, London.”
Chapter 26
A scratching sound came from the door, and I rolled over towards it, stopping with a dizzy feeling when I came face-to-face with Cameron, stark naked next to me, looking at me with a drowsy just-woke-up glow about her.
“Oh—wow,” I blurted. “That’s not the worst thing I’ve woken up to.”
She arched her eyebrows, stifling a yawn. “Did you take me as the type to slip out in the night?”
“No, just… maybe the type to put clothes on. I’m really glad I was wrong.”
Another scratch came from the door. Cameron slumped onto her back. “That must be the famous Earl of Westlake.”
I sat up, stretching. My whole body buzzed with a sort of… satisfied sensation, even if I was just a little bit sore from our marathon last night. I’d have said yes if she’d asked for another one right this instant, though. “He doesn’t like being kept waiting for breakfast… he’s early, though. Must be upset I didn’t let him sleep on my face.”
“He can get in line… someone else around here who likes to be on your face too.”
I dropped my arms, startling out of a yawn. “Cameron. Oh my god.”
“What?” She stretched out lazily in the bed next to me, looking at me with that playful smile and just… that look of adoration in her eyes made my heart flutter. “I’m just saying it like it is.”
“I didn’t say a thing.” I moved without really considering it—bent over and pecked her on the forehead before I stood up, exhilaration just from that little thing, as if we hadn’t gone a million times further last night. “Breakfast?”
She smiled wider, sitting up in bed. “You’re cooking?”
“I mean, if you don’t mind… you know, like, oatmeal, boxed things.”
She slipped out of bed, alighting delicately on her feet. “Let me cook for you.”
I put my hands on my hips. “I thought I was the private chef.”
“I haven’t gotten to cook for you. If I had to play pretty homemaker and cook meals all the time, I might as well put it to good use.” She opened the door, kneeling to offer a hand for Earl to sniff as he looked bewildered between the two of us. I got a lump in my throat at the sight—Cameron Mercier, breathtaking in all the ways that she was, here in my apartment, going to make breakfast for us, playing with the cat. So… human. So real.
Unfortunately, she put clothes on before she cooked, but luckily she put on my light knit sweater that was just a little bit oversized on her, and it was a sight I could get used to. She made breakfast while I fed the cat and cleaned up the mess we’d made last night, and if there was anything better than sitting down at the table where Cameron handed me a plate piled high with breakfast, I didn’t know what it was.
We made small talk through the morning, sipping coffee and eating breakfast, avoiding the real topic, and as perfect and blissful as it was, the moment was gone all too soon, Cameron looking at her phone with a tight frown.
“Your people need you?” I said idly, cupping the last of my coffee in one hand and petting Earl where he’d jumped up onto my lap with the other. Cameron sighed, shoving the phone in her bag.
“Things are rough, as I’m sure you know. But I’ll make it work. Even if I have to have some very loaded conversations with people I don’t want to spend a minute talking to.”
I reached across the table, catching her by the wrist as she stood up. “Cameron… let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, okay?”
