Page 32 of Sand in My Boots

The bed dips next to me, spurring me into action. My eyes opening, I sit up, glimpsing Cameron’s fine ass. Unlike the rest of his tanned body, it’s white from lack of sunlight. “Where are you going?”

“To shower.”

“But . . . ” I start, not sure what I need to say.

He doesn’t want the favor returned? He doesn’t need release?

“You coming?”

My brows furrow in confusion. “In the shower?”

His head looks back at me over his shoulder. “Less mess to clean up.”

“I want your cum on me.” An ironic comment because normally that’s not my style. But Cameron brings out a dirtier side of me, one unlocked only with him.

If he’s shocked by my comment, he doesn’t let it show. “That can be arranged.” He tilts his head to the side. “In the shower. Come get dirtier with me, and then we’ll get cleaned up.”

It takes less than a three-second debate to decide. Ignoring the puddle under my legs, I clumsily make my way to him. My eyes drift down to his hard cock, more precum leaking out than before. Licking my lips, I ask, “How long can you hold out?”

His eyes close, and he exhales deeply, finally admitting how badly he wants release. “Please don’t make me show you.”

“So, my mouth this time?”

He exhales his eyes open and shakes his head. “No. As amazing as that sounds, not in the shower, Jude.”

“Oh, good point. Later. My hands this time.” I step in front of him, fisting his cock in my hand one time.

His gaze narrows. “Juliana.” My name is a warning, though I’m not entirely sure of what.

“What? I aim to please, not tease. Come on.”

I slip into the shower stall, turning on the water. Spray pours down from both heads, steam billowing out as soon as the temperature rises.

Cameron eventually follows, stepping up close to me. His hand has already started jerking him off, but I push it away, wrapping my fist around his shaft. “Please, let me.”

“With pleasure.” He rocks back on his heels, steadying himself with a hand to the wall.

With both hands, I work him over, watching for signs of his imminent release. He’s close when his face tightens into a grimace.

Three long strokes and he grunts, “Shit, yes,” and he erupts, the cum coating my hands and my abdomen where I stand in front of him. I step back to stand in the middle of the stream. His hand takes over, wringing out the last of his orgasm. “I like you dirty, girl.”

“I like being dirty with you.”

His hand reaches over, bringing my face out of the water before his lips cover mine.

It’s not over yet, and I already can’t wait to do it again.

Chapter 10

Cameron

“Ihung up the towel you left on the bathroom floor.” Juli’s back in the bedroom, a fluffy white robe she found somewhere in the suite hiding away her gorgeous body. As much as I want to peel it off her, I need a break. She needs a break. We need a break.

Brows creased, she looks at me and wonders, “Why?”

“So you can use it again the next time you shower.”

Her eyes stare in my direction, unblinking. “I don’t do that.”