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“Oh, Christ.” I bit out, my hands guiding her now, rocking her over me. “Fuck.”

“Forde …” She panted, sliding her hands up my chest and around my neck. Then those plump lips crushed down on mine.

That was it. I was done for. Now that I’d tasted her, there was no going back.

Wanting the kiss deeper, dirtier, I grabbed her nape, my hand tangling in her silky hair as I devoured her.

She tasted like heaven. She felt like heaven.

This was the best moment of my life.

Never felt better.

Ever.

Cameron McQuarrie wanted me. Me of all men.

Other blokes might get hooked on crack to get this high, but all I needed was her.

She fumbled with the zipper on my jeans, and I lifted my hips to help her pull them down just far enough to remove the heavy denim and my boxers between us. Then I felt her wet heat through the lace of her underwear and I groaned, kissing her harder. Kissing her until she was moaning as her hips rolled over my dick.

I needed to feel her. Fuck. Nothing else mattered but feeling her.

I slid my hand down her soft thigh, my fingers searching, pushing past the lace of her knickers until I touched her. We broke apart on a gasp as I pushed inside her tight, hot pussy. She was the utter picture of sexual fantasy come to life, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, her lips open on a soundless moan as I fucked into her with my fingers. My thumb searched through her wetness until I found the bundle of nerves at her apex, and I rolled it hard over her clit.

“Oh!” Her hands slapped down on my shoulders as the sensation moved through her.

When she closed her eyes, I demanded, “Look at me.”

Cameron’s eyes flew open, holding mine as she rode my fingers.

I wanted to watch every second of her climb to orgasm.

When she shattered around me, her wet soaking my hand, that haze came down over my eyes and she squealed as I lifted her off my lap to get her beneath me. I kissed her until she was gasping for breath. My hands moved over her body as my dick pushed against her pussy. I was so far gone. I couldn’t remember ever needing a woman this much in my life.

I tugged at her dress straps until they gave way to a strapless bra, and I fumbled to get it off her. Her laughter made me more frantic for her as we stumbled over the clasp until I was cursing with impatience. Finally, it was free enough to shove the fabric down, her perfect tits spilling into my palms. I took a rosy nipple into my mouth and looked up at her, watching her reaction as I sucked and licked at her.

I’d never seen anything as sexy as Cameron McQuarrie turned on.

“Forde, please,” she begged, grabbing at my T-shirt desperately.

I sat up long enough to tug it off and throw it away. And then I was yanking out my wallet, my fingers shaking as I removed a condom and unwrapped it. I took in Cameron lying beneath me, her pale breasts trembling, her thighs parted between my legs, and there was an animal roar in my head. This possessiveness I’d never felt before.

This was right.

She was mine.

I rolled the condom down my straining dick, giving it a few torturous tugs before I shoved up Cameron’s dress and practically ripped her underwear off as I pulled them down her long legs. God, the thought of those legs wrapped around me as I fucked her almost sent me over the edge.

She pulled me down over her, kissing me, our tongues tangling in messy, desperate kisses as I prodded against her entrance. Then I was pushing inside. She was so tight, so hot. There was a part of me behind that hazy curtain of lust trying to push through, trying to remind me this was Cameron. She was too special. Too everything. But that same feeling was controlling me. I wanted her. I needed her.

“Forde.”

“Aye,” I panted against her mouth. “Say my name.”

“Forde.”

“Aye. Fuck. Cameron. Baby …” I groaned as I pushed through her tight inner muscles.