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“Have I told you to fuck off yet? If not, please fuck all the way off.”
“If anyone is fucking off, it will be you.Ilive here.”
“Temporarily,” Pedro mutters.
CHAPTER 31
I’m running late for another date night with Cameron. I check the clock on my car’s dashboard. If I speed, I can probably fit a shower in before I see Cameron. Although we live together, the hours we are apart are getting harder to adjust to; especially these past few weeks.
He’s spent most of his free time helping Khadijah with a secret project, which means I only see him in the mornings, during committee meetings, and on date nights. There have been too many nights where I fall asleep in an empty bed only to wake up in Cameron’s arms the next morning. He always makes up for the absence with an orgasm or two before we have to attend our daily planning meetings.
I glance at the time again and press on the gas pedal while a plea to arrive home leaves my lips. The house comes into view. As soon as I stop the car, I leap out and run into the house.
“No time to chat,” I say as I rush past Jazzy who is binging on TV and a mixture of sweet and salty snacks.
In the bedroom, a beribboned box on the bed distracts me from going to the closet for tonight’s outfit. This isn’t the first surprise gift I’ve received. I pull the ribbon and open the box. Inside the package is a gold knee-length dress, gladiator heels, and a purse to match.
“Good, you’re here.” Cameron pushes my hair aside to kiss my nape.
“Sorry, I’m making us late.”
“No such thing.” He kisses my shoulder. “Take your time. They’ll wait for us.”
“That feels so good,” I moan and reluctantly pull away. “Give me ten minutes.” I pat my hair. “Scratch that, give me twenty.” I head toward the bathroom.
“Oh, little lamb, you’re going to get a lot dirtier before I allow you to clean up.” Cameron follows me with carnal intent.
He strips us out of our clothes before I can breathe and kisses me like the last time he saw me was a decade ago instead of a few hours. I grab onto his neck, trying to match his passion, but there’s a desperation beneath his kiss that is beyond my understanding.
He walks me into the shower without separating our limbs. His breath becomes mine, fueling my hunger with one inhale and feeding me with his exhales.
“Cameron,” I gasp. “We don’t have time.” I twist to turn the shower on.
Not the least bit distracted, Cameron traps my hands against the wall and spreads my legs. In my ear, he grits, “Don’t move, or else I’ll take twice as long to savor you.”
I move. Of course, I do. Who threatens to reward someone for bad behavior and expects them to not challenge their authority? I spin to face him, all thoughts of rushing flushes down the drain.
Water rains on us, drenching his red hair to a darker hue. The green eyes I’ve obsessed over since meeting him darken to an almost black hue.
“Oh, little lamb, you have no idea what you’ve done.” Cameron crowds me against the wall and pins my hands in one of his. “Tonight, my needs come first.”
My heartbeat runs amok. Until now, Cameron has played the supporting role in our bedroom, making sure I’m okay with our activities. His caregiving allows me to be uninhibited and unashamed of my body’s reactions. Although a tendril of apprehension shivers down my spine, this is Cameron. I won’t regret anything we do together.
Better still, he’s showing me what he likes. A sense of anticipation shortens my breath. I won’t let him go back to the days when he focuses on me alone. Despite his reassurances that my pleasure is his pleasure, I’m desperate to be on the giving end, even if his intention is to seize and pilfer.
I gaze at him, infusing my stare with acceptance and challenge. “I can take everything you’ve got.”
He lowers his head, his lips a tongue’s touch away. “I’ll make sure you keep your promise.” He bypasses my mouth to slide his lips under my chin where he sucks at the sensitive skin.
My pussy pulses in time with his suction. My neck, my clavicle, wherever his lips fall, he sucks and bites my skin.
Cameron isn’t gentle. He will leave a mark.
My head falls back and hit the hard tiled wall. Words are beyond me. I moan, begging for more pressure. Liquid that has nothing to do with the shower seeps from between my thighs. The need for friction grows. I rub my legs, trying to appease my greed. The thought of people seeing and knowing how I’ve come by these bruises only heightens my desire.
While I have the chance, I pull free of Cameron’s hold and reach out to him. He hisses as I wrap my hand around his dick. “Fuck! I can’t wait any longer.”
He raises my leg over one of his arms. At my entrance, he pauses until I meet his fevered gaze. “Tell me you need me,” he demands.
