Page 57 of Hot Commodity (Banks/Kincaid Family 1)

"I can manage that," he rasped and suddenly grabbed her ankles, pulling her toward him until she slid down the cushiony sofa and collided with him, her legs on either side of his hips. "In fact," he murmured, leaning over her and nudging the head of his penis against her opening. "How about I fulfill that request right now?"

Without waiting for a response, he pushed his way home. She was so wet, he glided past her clenching muscles and straight up into her very core. They both moaned.

"Holy Lord," he gasped, leaning forward to rest his face on her breasts.

He was going to get carpet burn on his knees for this, but he so didn't care. Plunging forward and pushing her bodily back into the couch cushions, Cameron surged and withdrew, surged and withdrew. He had a perfect rhythm going, until suddenly, he came all the way out of her.

"Cameron!" she screamed in agony.

"No condom," he gritted out as he clutched himself with his fist and pumped furiously, needing release before he died.

"Wait," she said frantically, slipping down onto the floor in front of him.

Wait? He let out a frustrated growl and wiped at the sweat beading on his forehead with his forearm.

"Let me," Olivia instructed, pushing him back onto his butt and leaning down to take him in her mouth.

"Oh, God," he groaned, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes. "Livy."

Her tongue stroked him as her lips continued to hug and tug. Restraining himself from exploding in her mouth just yet, he started to move, repositioning his body on the carpet until he'd twisted around and found his face back between her thighs. He licked her nether lips and groaned as her mouth jerked around him.

He bit lightly in order to keep a hold of her and that caused her to ignite. As she came, she took him deeper in her mouth and he couldn't hold back. His juices spewed out and she swallowed him whole, sucking him dry. Cameron clutched her hip and rode the waves. When she finally released him and pulled back, she let out a little laugh.

"Wow," she breathed in wonder.

Cameron wanted to know if she was okay. He'd never been with a swallower before. He wondered if she needed a drink or to go spit, but he was too exhausted to speak just yet, so he closed his eyes and pillowed his face on her thigh.

"Mmm-hmm," he murmured and closed his eyes.

He might've slept. He didn't know. Or maybe he only drifted on cloud nine for a couple of seconds.

But he still felt extreme relaxation when opened his eyes and glanced over to watch a moment of Emeril Live playing on the television.

"If you really want to learn how to cook," he finally mumbled. "You should talk to my mother. That's totally her forte."

When Olivia didn't answer, Cameron glanced down and was surprised to see that she'd fallen asleep, curled against him with her head nestled against the inside of his thigh. A wave of tenderness struck him and he wanted to wrap himself around her and hold her until everything in the world was perfect.

But he stopped himself, even as he reached for a stray hair caught between her lips. He pulled back, untangled himself from her arms and legs and stumbled to his feet. Then he went and sought a drink, hoping to drown out the sound of his wife's throaty cries from his memory, hoping it would keep him from feeling more toward her than he should.

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The next evening, Olivia once again tried her hand at cooking. After watching two cooking shows, she felt more confident about her skills. Once again, however, she and Cam ended up ordering take-out and had sandwiches delivered from a nearby deli. Their meal had just arrived and the two of them were seated in the kitchen, unwrapping their goods, when Cameron's cell phone rang. Cameron checked the number.

"It's Boston," he said, glancing her way. "Sorry. I should take this." He waited until she nodded and waved him on. Then he answered. "Bos. What's up? Did you get that bid dropped...Good, good. I think we need to…"

Olivia sat there a moment, listening to him talk. Swallowing down the bite she'd been chewing, she forced her gaze away and continued eating. She d

idn't want to admit how touching it was to have him act worried about taking a call at dinner. Vivian had never worried about such a thing. She never apologized and never explained herself.

Cameron Banks was a hundred times the person Vivian could ever be. But soon, she had to leave Cameron too.

Something had changed between them though. Their lovemaking was becoming so—just that. Lovemaking. It wasn't merely them getting down and dirty. It was like their souls had meshed right along with their bodies. It was as if he might possibly love her as much as she loved him.

The ringing of the doorbell caught both her and Cam's attention. As she glanced at him, he mouthed, could you get that please?

Distinctly uncomfortable about answering his door, Olivia merely nodded and pushed to her feet. She stressed all the way to the entrance. What if it was some woman of his, come to give him a booty call? What if—she pulled open the door and froze.

It was worse.

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