Page 62 of Lust & Lollipops

I flipped him off.

“Don’t tempt me, Lolli.”

He relaxed against both of his gigantic pillows while I tried to ignore my discomfort.

A few minutes into the movie, my lower back was too tight to remain where I was. I finally plopped down on the mattress on my stomach, propping my face up with my hands.

Cam tugged my towel down the back of my thighs, and my foot kicked out of its own volition, ready to defend me.

He caught my ankle quickly. “Easy, Loll. I didn’t think you wanted me staring up your towel while you watched the movie, so I pulled it down. That’s all.”

My face flushed.

Wetness gathered between my thighs.

“Thanks,” I finally said, not looking back at him.

Making eye contact would only make me hornier. Or more embarrassed.

Or both.

“Mmhm.” He dragged his thumb over the outside of my ankle slowly before he released it.

I pressed my knees together as I lowered my feet to the mattress.

Cam’s hand landed lightly on the back of my thigh, and though my hips arched slightly, I didn’t tell him to move it.

His touch was warm, and his hand felt ridiculously good. It was far enough down that I didn’t think he was going to try to feel me up or anything.

“For the record,” he said, as I finally tried to focus on the movie. “I’m more than willing to share my pillow setup. No asking required.”

I rolled my eyes.

I made it another twenty minutes before my neck hurt too much to stay where I was.

It was time to accept defeat.

Cam had outsmarted me.

And I was still wet between my thighs, despite the old superhero movie playing on the screen. It didn’t help that every time they showed a sexy man, I was reminded of how much hotter Cameron was.

Reminded of how I’d been plastered to his shirtless body, riding his cock through our clothes, too.

With a sigh, I finally lifted myself off the mattress and positioned my side against his. He was in the middle of the pillows, and as expected, didn’t scoot over to make extra space for me.

He did roll onto his side, though, making it easy for me to press my hip against his abs as I tried to get comfortable.

His fingers slipped into my hair as I watched the movie. They felt so damn good on my scalp, massaging lightly, that I didn’t tell him to stop.

After a few minutes, his nose brushed my cheek as he dipped his head toward my ear and murmured, “Your towel rode up again. Want me to fix it for you?”

My head jerked upward, and I saw the edge of it pulled up to my bare hip. My core was still covered, just barely, but one of my arms was trapped beneath a pillow. The other was folded up over my chest, holding the towel over my breasts so it wouldn’t get pinned between me and Cam.

“Fine,” I said.

My eyes followed his fingers down my front, and my core squeezed tightly at the sight of his hand so close to where I wanted it.

I tried to refocus on the movie as he let go of the towel, but my mind remained on him.

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