Page 12 of Innocent and Sweet

“Just go.” John shook his head. “You’re not needed. I’ll let Mr. Dunn know.”

“You do that.” He left and made his way through the garage to the back staircase. He’d have to let Anissa know he didn’t work for the family anymore. Fuck. He wasn’t forbidden fruit. For all he knew, she’d drop him. He headed up to her corridor, then stopped outside her suite. She trusted him. He’d thought he could have everything -- the girl and the gig -- but he’d let it all slip through his fingers. Damn it.

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Anissa stole a glance through the peephole, then twisted the knob. She’d hoped to knock Kam’s socks off. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and grinned. “Kam.”

His eyes widened. “Anissa?”

She toyed with the belt on her robe. “You said I should wear nothing when we were alone.” She tugged him into the suite, then locked the door. “Well, I’ve got nothing under this.” She untied the belt and allowed the robe to slide down her arms.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

“Call it a student who will do anything for a little extra credit.” She stepped away from the robe. Baring her body excited her, but not as much as seeing his reaction. “Now, what’s the next lesson?”

“First, it’s that I’ve been fired.” He balled his hands. “I don’t work for you.”

“Good. I’m not ready to let you go.”

“You knew I’d been fired?”

“No, but I assumed it was coming. Now I’ve got you all to myself.”

“Then I’m going to taste that gorgeous pussy of yours.” He scrambled out of his shirt, then carried Anissa across the suite to her bedroom. “Mine.”

She laughed and held on. “I am.” Her heart and soul were his. Nothing he could say would change her mind.

He placed her on the bed and crawled on top of her but didn’t kiss her. “You don’t need lessons.”

“I do.” She draped her arms around his neck. “I’ve never been fucked.”

“No one’s made love to you. It’s different.” He brushed his nose along hers. “Trust me.”

Ah, semantics. “Yes.” But his distinction warmed her to her core.

“I will make love to you.” He kissed her hard on the lips, then crawled down her body. He left a trail of fire in his wake. Each nip and lap on her breasts, then belly, down to the tops of her thighs sparked within her.

“Kam.” She reached for him. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you crave me.” He parted her legs, then her pussy lips. His hot breath tickled her sensitive skin. Her senses heightened. His dusting of whiskers abraded her inner thighs. The clock ticked in a roaring cadence. The scent of his cologne and her perfume hung in the air. The overwhelming weight of his passion threatened to crush her, but she didn’t care. She’d crossed a line. By giving in to her desires, she’d changed the game.

The moment he dragged his tongue across her labia, she forgot all about the line and embraced the pleasure he gave. She dug her heels into the mattress. “Kam.”

He hummed against her clit.

She panted. No masturbation session elicited such a deep response. A groan ripped from her throat.

He slid one finger into her cunt and pumped. Combined with the tension he put on her clit and the fullness in her pussy… she couldn’t think straight. Anissa writhed. Her legs trembled, and her throat turned raw. She lost all control. Her pussy clenched. “Kameron.” Her body tensed, but with one more lick, Kameron pushed her over the edge. Her restraint snapped, and she sagged against the bed. “Holy shit,” she mumbled. She’d come before, but not this hard or fast. The climax overwhelmed her.

“Such a dirty mouth.” He lapped at her. “But sexy.”

She closed her eyes as the room continued to spin. Nothing else mattered except Kam. He had unlocked something within her. The fire in her heart spread to her soul. She’d never be the same.

Kameron stretched out beside her on the bed. His skin slicked against hers as he held her. “You’ve got a beautiful orgasm face.”

“I do?” She opened her eyes and met his lazy smile. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Very good.”

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