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Still, continuing meant I’d get a few more weeks with Camila. But I didn’t want that if it meant putting her at risk again.
“You must be really tired, Camila. Why don’t you rest a bit more? I need to make a few phone calls and handle some things—you can make yourself comfortable, okay? I’ll take Apollo with me, so he doesn’t scare you anymore.”
That was certainly a cowardly move on my part, though I did need to make those calls. I had to talk to Janet and find out if the guy from last night had really been arrested, and check if no one had filmed the beating I gave him and posted it online to ruin me. I needed to know what my current legal situation was so I could decide what to do next.
And besides, I really didn’t think Camila was in the right state to have that conversation now. She might have been lucid enough to make her own decisions, but she was still emotionally shaken. I wanted to give her time.
So, I stood up, snapped my fingers for Apollo to follow me, and left the dining room, leaving Camila behind.
I reached the living room and was about to climb the stairs when Camila’s voice stopped me.
“Michael, wait.”
I turned around to find her running toward me until she stopped right in front of me. Apollo, seeing the door was open, ran into the yard where he loved spending his days. Yet I felt like he somehow understood he should give us a moment alone.
“You’re right about one thing…” she began, standing before me, looking straight into my eyes. “I agreed to this for the money. But it’s definitely not money that’s making me want to stay.”
Her declaration wasn’t necessarily a surprise. So I said, “I know you genuinely want to help me win custody of Alice.”
“I do. I want that more than anything. But a guy with your womanizing reputation should be better at reading women and realizing I want a lot more than that.”
Okay… That was a surprise. Camila never lost her habit of being blunt and direct. It was one thing for her to tell me she was in love while drugged. This… this was completely different.
Since she was being honest, I would be too.
“Last night, when I put you in the car, you asked me for a kiss.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly and she looked away, seemingly trying to remember the moment. I wasn’tsure if she actually recalled or simply sensed it, “And you didn’t do it to me, did you?”
“No. Not the way you asked. You were drugged and I knew you wouldn’t remember anything the next day. I wasn’t going to take advantage of that vulnerable moment.”
“If it were a different moment, would you have given me that kiss?”
“We’re in a different moment now. You could find out if you tried—if you really want to.”
“Then kiss me.”
This time, she wouldn’t have to ask again.
I claimed her lips with mine, giving her exactly what she asked for the night before: a real kiss. Intense. Filled with the insane desire I felt for her.
And I could say it was like the teasing kisses we shared at the company party, but I’d be lying if I said that. This was so much better. Even without alcohol, the lust was far stronger now. And there was something else—something unexplainable—beneath it.
Because I was used to wanting a night with a woman. But with Camila, I wanted days and nights. I wanted to taste her in every way, in every room of that house, in every possible position, for every remaining day of my damn life.
I ran my hands down her back until I reached her ass, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. Without breaking the kiss, I started climbing the stairs, nearly stumbling a few times from how dizzy I was from her kiss… and by feeling her hot pussy under her silk pajama pants. My cock, already more than hard, seemed to throb in desperation to be inside her.
I took her straight to my room, throwing her on my bed and falling on top of her, without stopping kissing her for even a moment. I had wanted to do that for a long time. To be precise, ever since I met her, at the bar at that party, and it only became more and more urgent the more I spent time with her.
In a somewhat clumsy exchange of hands, she opened the buttons of my shirt, while I did the same with the top of the pajamas she was wearing. Not that I had any difficulty with it, but it ended up getting in the way because of the hasty and clumsy movements of her hands. It was charming how, despite being apparently consumed by desire, she had no experience in it.
Then, the red alert went off in my mind.
A warning that screamed: VIRGIN.
Fuck, what the hell was I doing?
Chapter thirty-three
