Page 72 of All the Drama from New York

Back at her apartment, she helped him dress for their special evening out on the town. As Ryan fixed his tie in the dressing room mirror, something occurred to her.

This was no longer just her apartment. The day they’d returned to New York, Ryan had slept in Camille’s bed. He’dcontinued sharing it every night since then. Their agreement had been an unspoken one, sealed with their bodies as they tangled naked in the sheets.

Tonight was special. They were going out on a date together. Their secret island fling was stepping out from the shadows and into the real world.

I really should tell him how I feel.

Their relationship had now become such an important part of her life. Ryan had come to mean more to Camille than she’d ever thought a man could, but if they were going to move their connection forward, they were going to have to tread very carefully. There would be people who’d question both of their motives for being together.

Camille didn’t care what others thought, but she wasn’t a fool. She’d be the one judged for having fallen for her personal assistant.

But as she stood in their bedroom, dressed only in a bra and panty set, she couldn’t summon enough worry about the future to stop aching for Ryan’s touch. For his love.

Her whole body thrummed with need. When had she become so susceptible to the power of a dark blue suit? The white button down shirt matched with a blue and white floral tie had her knees all but trembling. And those silver cufflinks that he was quietly fiddling with had her swallowing deep.

Ryan Collins in a t-shirt and jeans was hot enough.

In a suit, he smoldered.

How am I going to get through a whole evening without all that heat making me spontaneously combust?

She tried focusing on the other parts of his attire. His shoes. Nope. They were the sexiest pair of black Oxfords she’d ever seen.

A warm hand took hold of her chin and lifted her face. “Hey, you are a million miles away. Come back to me.”

I’m always near.

Camille met Ryan’s gorgeous face. “I asked if you liked my new suit. I’ve never owned one like this before, and it feels— so good.”

Good. Was he serious? She could think of a hundred other words in both English and French to describe how Ryan looked right now. Good didn’t even begin to describe what a two thousand dollar suit did to a man. But with Ryan the suit had plenty to work with right from the start. The fabric was simply adding the final touches to what was already a seriously handsome man.

Camille nodded. “I’m glad you let me talk you into going with the top of the line collection for your first off-the-rack suit. Next time, we’ll fly to my cousin’s workshop in Milan and have one tailormade for you.”

Now that she’d managed to get Ryan into a suit, she had plans of making sure he had more than one in his wardrobe.

His finger hooked into the front of her pale cream lace bra, and he pulled her to him. “I think I know what you were thinking about. You were thinking of ways to keep from getting dressed. You’re hoping that I might be tempted to bend you over the end of the bed and fuck you before we leave for dinner.”

God, I love it when it talks to me like that. So dirty, so filthy.

A soft kiss touched her lips. “But for once, you’re not going to get your wicked way. You didn’t feed me while we were out shopping this afternoon, and I’m starving. So go get dressed.”

Camille’s pouted her lips in mock annoyance, and received a firm smack on her ass for her sexy impertinence. It went straight to her sex.

Ryan lent in close and whispered into her ear. “The sooner we eat, the sooner we can come back here, and I can bury my face between your legs. Now be a good girl and go get dressed.”

He knew exactly how to make her behave. The promise of a long night of heated sex had Camille hurrying to slip into a silver shift dress from one of her previous department store collections.

Closing the clasp on her large hoop earring, she stared at herself in the mirror. Lust and a surprising amount of nerves coursed through her body. They’d slept together before. Shared meals. Tonight however was the first time they were going out in public as a couple.

Don’t be so anxious.

She couldn’t help herself. This was a huge step. The rest of the people in the restaurant might not know who either of them were, but in her world, the Royal world, going out in public with a lover was a big deal. If she’d still been in France, her parents would have wanted to meet Ryan.

I’m thirty one and this is the first time I’ve gone on a proper date.

Ryan, god love him, seemed to have a sixth sense about her. He’d caught the scent of her fear.

His warm hands scooped her hair up from off her shoulders and he bent and placed a scorching kiss at the nape of her neck. A shiver raced down Camille’s spine. She closed her eyes, ready to let him do with her what he wished. She’d happily let him feast on her, and then pay the huge restaurant cancellation fee later.

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