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"You woke me up whispering in my ear like a phone sex operator. What did you expect?"

She pushed two fingers into me in one slow stroke, and my retort turned into a gasp.

"You made a sound in your sleep," she murmured. "Earlier."

"What sound?"

"Like you were dreaming about me."

"My dreams are private property, thank you."

She curled her fingers, pressed, and held it right there.

"Tell me."

"This," I gasped. "Okay, fine, this. You. Your hands. Your stupid voice."

"Good."

It was completely different from before. No edging, no counting, no rules. She just fucked me slow and steady in the dark with her arm locked around me, her mouth on my neck, and when I turned my face into the pillow to muffle the noise, her free hand came up and turned my chin back toward her.

"Don't hide," she said. "Let me hear you. Come for me, baby."

It was quiet and deep and endless, her name on my tongue, her arm the only anchor holding me together as I came in wave after wave.

Afterward, she brought her fingers to my lips without a word, and I took them without being told, and she let out a long, shaky breath against my hair.

"Your turn," I whispered.

"Go back to sleep."

"Make me."

There was a brief pause. Then her laugh, low and rough in the dark. "Brat."

"Lie down, Cam."

And she did. She let me push her onto her back, let me crawl down her body, and for a while, there were no rules at all. Just my mouth and her hands in my hair and the sound of her breath catching. She didn't hold back. She didn't take over. She came with her hand tight in my curls and my name breaking open in her mouth, loud enough to echo off all that glass, and I'd never heard a better sound in my life.

I crawled back up into her arms. She pulled me in against her chest, my head tucked under her chin.

"This doesn't change the facts," I said into the dark. "Tomorrow, you'll still be in the closet. Tomorrow, I'll still need more than you can give me."

"I know."

"So why does it feel..."

"Different?"

"Yeah."

She was quiet for a long time. Her heart was going fast under my ear.

"Because it is," she said. "That's the problem."

I turned to look at her. "What are we doing, Cam?"

"Don't know." Her thumb brushed my cheekbone. "But I don’t want to stop."