Page 88 of For the Plot

I’m here

Why can’t you sleep

The man traveled across an ocean today. He’s got to be exhausted.

Three dots appear, then disappear. Then reappear.

Cam

Truth?

Truth

I grin at the memory of the night I tried to get him to play Truth or Dare at the bed-and-breakfast.

Cam

I can’t stop imagining how you were grinding against my mattress before I interrupted

Yup. Pussy, meet choke hold.Help.

Cam

When you leave tomorrow, will the scent of your pussy be branded on my sheets?

Dear Lord, the man’s lewd. I fucking love it.

You’re making this really hard for me

Cam

I could say the same about you…

I snag my vibrator and twirl it. He’s right about one thing—there’s no way I can go to bed in this state. I’m way too pent up. Why does it feel like the man’s sexual energy has a force field over me?

An idea strikes me then. One that’ll leave me satisfied and won’t have me going back on my word…

Mere seconds after I textCome here, the bedroom door flies open and a shirtless Cameron skids across the hardwood floor.

When I turn on the bedside light, I can’t help but revel in the merriment brightening his stupidly handsome face.

“I have a proposition,” I say, sitting up higher against the headboard.

He takes a hesitant step closer, his brows jumping. He regards me, then my toy, then me again. Oh, I’ve piqued his interest, all right.

It’s more than a force field of sexual energy.

With a deep breath in to ease the ache in my chest, I push that thought away.

“Neither of us is falling asleep anytime soon,” I begin.

A nod, then he’s positioned in the middle of the room, hands clenched into fists at his sides and his chest heaving.

I stand by my decision. I won’t have sex with him, but I have needs—and dare I say kinks? A little voyeurism could satisfy us both without crossing the line.