Page 81 of Out of Bounds


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“Now we’re even.”

Dropping his lips to mine, he kisses me long and hard and deep. Like I’m the only person in the entire world and nothing else matters outside of this room.

I fall into that kiss—into him—harder than I’ve ever fallen for anything in my entire life. Swept away in a wave of desire, our entire history rising up and cresting.

Cam’s the one.

I was an idiot to think anyone could take his place. Ever.

He’s it for me. Always has been. Always will be.

“Fuck me, Cam.” I whisper the words, and he stops, staring down at me with serious eyes.

Without another word, he grabs my ass and lifts me up in one fluid motion, as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his hips and he carries us over to the massive bed, the only furniture in the room outside of a television in the corner.

Lowering me gently down onto the bed, he smooths my hair from my face before touching his lips to mine. Igniting the spark that tells me everything I need to know without saying a word.

I’m his and he’s mine.

We kiss for a long time, our hands moving over each other’s bodies, exploring the dips and planes, the curves and edges. His hard, mine softer, a perfect pairing. With a flattened palm, he glides up and down my thighs and I quiver for him, already on the verge of ecstasy. We have so much time, and we take it, enjoying all the sensations.

Needy.

Hungry.

Greedy.

His fingers trail through my wetness, a moan falling from my lips.

“So wet and ready—” His voice is deep and raspy as I stroke up and down his thick cock, the skin velvety-soft. He pulsates in my hand, pre-cum leaking from the crown.

“Hang on—” Cam springs off the bed and jogs into the en suite bathroom. I hear drawers opening and closing as he rummages around, then he’s back, condom in hand.

“Voila,” he says, ripping the packet open and rolling the condom on.

“You came prepared, huh?”

“Figured we’ve been waiting long enough. No need to prolong it. Besides—” He climbs back onto the bed beside me, stroking my face. “I want to feel you. Bury my cock deep inside you and give you everything I have.”

“I want that, too.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me. “Very much so.”

Gliding my knuckles over the stubble on his jaw, I gaze up at him through lowered lashes and spread my legs, beckoning him in. I need him inside me, filling me.

His breath hitches as he glides his hand from my shoulders, down my torso, past my hip to the apex of my thighs. Locking eyes with him, I lick my lips, every inch of my body on fire as he strokes between my legs. He dips a finger in, then another, holding them still and warming up my body. Then he begins to move slowly, in and out. Scissoring and stretching and it feels so freaking good. My skin tingles, heat unfurling low in my belly as his thumb grazes my clit.

“Oh—” I moan, my eyes fluttering closed as he applies more pressure.

“Sloane, I’m going to fuck you with my hand and make you come. Okay, baby? Get you good and ready to take my cock.”

I nod, panting, as his thick fingers piston in and out, in and out. Waves of pleasure roll over me as I crash over the edge, shuddering around his hand.

“Fuck. You’re so responsive.” Cam tickles my skin with his fingertips and I shudder.

“That was nice.”

“Nice?” One dark brow raises and he frowns. “Babygirl,niceis the last adjective you’ll be using by the time we’re done here.”

I giggle as he straddles me, caging me in with his massive body. Heat shimmers between us, bright sunlight streaming through the windows casting Cam in a golden glow. He’s beautiful, every line of his body sculpted and honed, the deep V of his hips even more pronounced at this angle.

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