Page 64 of All the Drama from New York

“You want what?” he purred.

“I want your cock. I want it inside me. I need to be fucked.”

Sinful demands, but they had the desired effect. He rose from the floor, and taking her by the hand, led Camille back to the bed.

He was gentle as he lay her down once more, softly smiling as Camille rolled the condom over his thick hard erection. In one fluid motion, Ryan rose over her and parting the folds of her sex, thrust deep. All the way home.

She clung to him, nails digging into his back as he filled her time and time again. Every thrust was pure heaven. It had been so damn long since she’d experienced this sort of pleasure. The wonder of a man taking and claiming her body. The touch and scent of a male.

Oh god.

When she finally reached her earth shattering climax, Camille cried out his name. “Ryan!” He slammed into her, all the way to the hilt, and she held on for dear life as he rode her hard through the storm of her orgasm.

Minutes later when he roared above her and then stilled, Camille wrapped her legs around his waist and held Ryan to her.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, and murmured, “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since that very first day, but Camille, that was far better than anything I could have ever imagined.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ryan was standing at the kitchen counter slicing up vegetables when Camille wandered downstairs a little while later. The sight of him happily preparing their dinner had her slowing her steps. This blissful scene of domesticity tugged at her heart. She took in the smile on Ryan’s face, and found herself doing the same.

I’m falling for him, and I don’t know what to do.

This was a short term employment contract between them. It had no future. But her heart was making its demands loud and clear. She’d be a fool to let this end.

The sex was amazing, but for him that’s all it might ever be.

Camille swallowed down a lump of dread. She’d just had the best sex of her life, and she was already second guessing the future.

Ryan glanced up from where he was working, and the moment their gazes met, his whole face lit up with joy. “Hey, how was your shower?”

The pressure had been brilliant, the water the perfect temperature. Super-hot. Just the way she liked it. The fact that she’d just had a mind blowing orgasm probably had something to do with her appreciation of the shower.

“Considering that we are on an island I didn’t expect it to be all that good, but I could have stayed under the water all day.” Camille pointed to the pile of vegetables Ryan had already cut up. “What are you making?”

“Weare making a stir fry. There are some sliced chicken breasts in the refrigerator and the pantry has a Sichuan style sauce. I’ve even managed to find the fancy rice cooker. I hope you’re hungry.”

After their long slow session of lovemaking, she was positively starving. “I’ll go and check the wine cellar and see what they have that will pair nicely with the food,” offered Camille.

At the rear of the kitchen a small set of wooden steps led down to a wine cellar. Camille flicked on the light and headed down. She took in the amazing selection of wine bottles which were stacked in racks on either side of the brick lined cellar.

Paul, the housekeeper, hadn’t been stretching the truth when he’d said it was a fully stocked cellar. While it wouldn’t hold a candle to her father’s extensive collection in the old catacombs under the family’s chateau in France, it was more than respectable.

“There is a bottle of Nicolas Feuillatte champagne already chilling in the fridge, if you want to just look for a white wine,” shouted Ryan, from upstairs in the kitchen.

He really did think of everything.

“Ok thanks!” she called back.

She spent a good fifteen minutes examining the wine collection. The owners ofTrade Windscertainly knew their stuff. There was a great mix of French and American wines, along with some bold Australian reds.

After choosing an unwooded Californian Chardonay, Camille headed back upstairs. Ryan took the bottle from her hands, and gave it a quick once over.

“I bet you know a ton about wine. I’ve got a bit of an idea of what goes with what, but that’s about it. Unfortunately my taste in fine wine and my bank balance have never been quite in sync,” he said with smile.

His words drew her up short. She’d never had to think twice about the cost of things. The closest she’d ever come to actually worrying about money was when her father had cut her off. And with Bryce already lined up to invest in her company, her financial crisis had been little more than a minor hiccup.

But I am who I am—I won’t ever apologize for that.

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