Page 71 of Cameron's Contract
In my world, our self-inflicted bondage with chains, cuffs, and ropes was never about containment, but freedom, a letting go.
An allowing.
Finding freedom through another and proving without a doubt we are not islands of being, but needful of each other.
And God how I needed her.
Her deep gasps for air filled the room. Her orgasm stole her breath.
I slid beneath her with her back to my front and I glided into her again. Her wrists still bound together ensured her powerlessness.
“I don’t think I can go again,” she said in a rush.
I reached around for her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “When is fucking finished, Ms. Lauren?”
“Oh, God.”
“Answer me.”
“When you say it is, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Raising my hips, thrusting into her, my one hand played with her nipples. I took my time on one and then the other. My other fingertips trailed between her legs, flicking her clit expertly. My cock drove into her and her slickness aided my fierce pounding. This heat of pleasure rose and burned through my core.
Her head rested in the crook of my neck, and her small gasps were endearing. My hand delighting in sliding over her wetness, not caring about the noise of a squeaking bed, or her screaming as she came…
Despite all of it—
Empires falling, enemies taking aim and sealing our fate—Mia outshone all those falsehoods, those desperate men who’d failed to learn what it was to truly love. To find peace in the center of a storm.
We came together and collapsed together, our body’s spotted in perspiration and heated from all this tussling, our fucking the purist form of any bondage.
My body yearned for sleep but didn’t find it. I was too tired to let go.
My only comfort was Mia laying her head on my chest, her leg flung over me, breathing softly as she slipped into sleep. I didn’t move for fear of waking her. Instead I stared up at the ceiling, running through the last few days and re-living them until I’d improved on my strategy and fooled myself I’d won out.
I’d been working in the dark, moving forward in an unfamiliar world, and unlike the science based career I’d chosen, business was full of trap doors and secrets and misdirection.
“What did you say earlier?” I whispered.
“About your cage.”
I grinned. “The contract—” I eased away from her and climbed out of bed and it felt wrong to leave her side.
I padded out to retrieve the document.
When I came back, Mia was stretching languidly, showing a hint of nipple.
The brilliance of a woman.
I slammed the contract on the side table. “Mia, you’re a fucking genius.”
She sat up. “Must be rubbing off, Dr. Cole.”
I rested my hand on the contract. “It was never in here.”
CHAPTER 20
