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All she wanted to do was get closer to him, but she was already at the edge of the table. “Cam,” she whined, grabbing athis hip and digging her fingernails in. It was so incredibly sexy to watch as he worked himself, methodically pumping up and down his shaft, his eyes flicking between her face and her pussy, like he couldn’t get enough of either one of them.
“Unbutton your shirt for me?” he asked, both as a question and a statement, and she happily obliged. Her fingers fumbled on some of the buttons with the frantic energy coursing through her, but within seconds, her shirt fluttered open, the tops of her breasts trying to heave out of her bra with her labored breathing. “Will you touch yourself for me?”
Her clit pulsed with the request, which she desperately wanted to comply with. Grant had never cared about her pleasure, had never looked at her the way Cam was staring at her now, like he wanted to both torture her and devour her in equal measure.
Cam stepped almost imperceptibly closer, except that his head brushed against her lips and her whole body quaked at the slight touch. “You know that I want you.” He rubbed his finger over the tip of his cock, coating his fingers in the wetness. Then, he eased his hand forward, in between Elle’s legs, rubbing in smooth, focused circles around her clit.
Her hips fell completely open, one of her elbows giving out while she tried to keep holding herself up. This man was going to be the death of her.
“I need you wet enough for what I want to do to you, Elle. How hard I’m going to fuck you.” His grip on his cock got tighter as his speed picked up, his other hand continuing to toy with Elle’s clit before he’d dip lower and play at her entrance. “But it seems like I’m doing a good enough job getting you ready,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside, which she took embarrassingly easily.
She moaned at the intrusion, wishing so badly that she could brace her legs against something. It felt like her body was turning inside out, exposed and wanting and completely atCam’s mercy. “I like watching you,” she admitted, loving how Cam’s hand continued to flex, how his cock had grown impossibly bigger since he’d started touching her, too.
“Fuck, Elle. You’re so perfect,” Cam said reverently, almost like he was talking to himself.
“I need you, Cam.” Elle was begging for him, ignoring the flutter in her heart with his words. She couldn’t take another second, needing to feel him inside of her. Needing them to come together in this way. She didn’t care what it would do to her heart.
Even if she hadn’t come here tonight looking for this, there was no possible way that she could stop herself–could stop the inevitability of this moment.
Cam took Elle’s hand in his own, guiding it over to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, loving the heat and the little pulses that shot through his shaft as she started working him up and down. Slowly, even though it was excruciating, she guided him toward her entrance, edging herself on the anticipation at how good she was about to feel. She had no doubt that she could take all of him, reveling in the feeling of fullness that she knew was coming.
When his head reached her lips, she rubbed the tip around her entrance, thrilled at how Cam’s knees buckled, and he braced his hand hard against the table.
“Fuck, Elle. God, you feel so fucking good,” he panted through gritted teeth.
Elle couldn’t take it anymore. Thighs spread wide, she eased his tip inside, Cam’s hips immediately thrusting deeper. She groaned at the same time Cam swore, pressure already starting to mount in her body.
One of Cam’s strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her upward so that she didn’t need to support herself. The friction was one of the most gratifying things she’d ever experienced, asCam pushed into her fully, every nerve ending in her pussy like a live wire.
“Cam,” she started repeating, like it was a mantra. As his hips thrust harder. As she started to see stars behind her eyes. As she realized the care with which he was holding her, even as he wrecked her.
When she started to come—all the pressure exploding inside of her body and afraid she was going to scream so loudly that Wyatt could hear upstairs—she bit into his shoulder, hard. Cam moaned, his hips jerking erratically as he pushed into her one last time, his cock pushing so deep that she’d never felt closer to someone, the way their bodies melted into one singular experience.
He came then, too, his fingers wrapped through her hair as he kissed her swollen lips, which he really did seem to love. She ran her hands along his back, tracing the lines of muscle that bracketed his spine.
Cam continued to hold her while she came down, rubbing gently down her back as he held her close. She wanted to live in this moment forever, in the way his arms encircled her, in the warmth of his body pressed so closely.
And mostly, what she realized as Cam placed a soft kiss on her temple, was that this feeling–the one she felt when they were together–was better, and more terrifying, than anything she’d ever felt before.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CAM
Cam could get used to this. It was Wednesday afternoon, and he was working in the kitchen during the lull between lunch and dinner, Elle seated on a stool near the prep table.
Her hair was up, legs crossed over one another with a notebook balanced on her shorts-clad thighs. She looked incredible, relaxed as she scratched something else down on the almost filled piece of paper she’d been writing on.
Even if this was the ‘lull,’ Cam was still busy as hell, though he didn’t want Elle to know that. She may leave or–worse–try to jump in and help. And then he’d have to watch her muddle around the kitchen, erratically chopping things or staring too long at boxes in the freezer in her desire to reorganize them for ‘maximum storage efficiency.’
Which would be nothing but a distraction for him, strangely attracted to every single thing she seemed to do, regardless of how much harder it made his own life.
Because the reality was that he loved having her here. They were almost done with the proposal for him to invest in Pierce’s, which he’d be sharing with Mr. and Mrs. Pierce thisweekend. And what happened then? Well, he wouldn’t let himself think too far ahead on that one.
When she looked up, brown eyes scanning his face, Cam’s heart did this really inconvenient clench, as she stared at him with perfect, smiling lips that she was bouncing her pen against.
He tried to focus on continuing to methodically dice potatoes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It’s a really good proposal. It makes sense for you. It makes sense for my parents.”
