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I’m all hot and bothered again. Fingers crossed Euan hasn’t changed his mind by the time I get upstairs.

ChapterEight

Euan

Ifinish showering and douching, get dried, and stand in the middle of my bedroom, staring at the bed. Shit. I invited Cameron up to my bedroom for sex. My heart is pounding, my skin is tingling, and the prospect of having his hands running over my body has made me hard. We shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop myself wanting him. I won’t stop myself from having him.

He wants me naked. How long will he be? Should I lie on the bed and try to look sexy? Should I sit? Should I wait in the bathroom until I hear him coming? Should I hide under the quilt? Should I put my dressing gown on? No. He’ll think I’ve changed my mind. I plump up my pillows and lie on top of the quilt. I want to look sexy, but have no idea how to arrange my body, so I try out a variety of positions like a drama student moving from one tableau to the next. I feel silly. At the very least, I need to look like I want him, so I rub my cock until it’s hard. It doesn’t take long.

“Well, hello there.” Cameron lounges against the doorframe, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the corner of his mouth. “You are even sexier than I imagined.”

Am I?

“And I feel overdressed.” He takes his T-shirt off and walks towards the bed.

He is stunning. Long neck, waxed torso, and slender hips, with pronounced V-lines disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.

He rests one knee on the edge of the mattress and undoes his belt. “I thought you might have changed your mind.”

I don’t blame him for thinking that. I’ve been blowing hot and cold on him all morning.

I shake my head. “Have you?”

He rakes his teeth over his lower lip. “No.” He pops open his button fly and slides his jeans over his hips, revealing tight, white underpants and the long, thick, hard outline of his cock.

“Fuck.”

He grins, steps out of his jeans, and tugs his socks off. “Did you enjoy your shower?”

“Yes. How did the icing go?”

“Eh. Let’s just say I got better with practice. The twenty-fourth cake looks amazing.”

“Twenty-second. We ate two. Or your twenty-third. I decorated one.”

He sniggers. “You’re talking really fast.”

“I do when I’m—” What? Nervous? Flustered? Gagging for it?

He cocks an eyebrow, resting his hands on the waistband of his underpants. He’s teasing me.

“Waiting for a gorgeous guy to do wicked things to me,” I say.

“You do that a lot, do you?”

“No. It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone.”

He widens his eyes.

Heat rises to my cheeks. “I told you it had been a while.”

“Are you sure you’re okay for me to top you?”

“Yes.” I’m breathless with desire. “I want you to.” I can’t explain why, but there’s something sexy about wanting a younger man to fuck me. About wanting to surrender myself to him. “Let me see you.”

He pushes his underpants down a fraction, allowing me to see neatly trimmed pubic hair.

“More.”

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