by Low, JA
“I’m sorry.” A flush creeps across her cheeks as she pulls herself back from my arms. “I’ve ruined your shirt.” Looking down at the makeup smudges right across the front of my white shirt. It’s ruined. Who cares? I have a million more.
“Are you okay?” My hands rub her freezing arms, trying to get some warmth back into her body.
“I just…” She looks around as if realizing where she is.
“Come.” I grab her hand, pulling her back inside. Stepping down the hallway, which thankfully is empty, then up the stone staircase to the next floor, she follows without question. I reach my room and push the wooden door open, then slam it shut behind us. I let go of her hand and walk over to the mini-bar, then pour each of us a glass of whiskey and hand her the crystal tumbler. “Here, this will warm you.”
She takes a tentative sip, then she throws back the entire contents of the tumbler stunning me.
“I must look like crap?”
“You’ve looked better.” I smile at her while she stares at me for a couple of beats, then laughter falls from her lips.
“Thanks for not bullshitting me.” Camryn walks over and pours herself another glass. She catches her reflection in the mirror as she passes. “Jesus, I do look like shit.” She licks her finger and tries to rub off the smeared mascara.
“What’s going on?”
Camryn lets out a heavy sigh, turning back to me, sipping hers slowly this time. “I guess the whole wedding, love, happily-ever-after vibe kind of got to me.”
“Harris is a dick.”
“You know him?”
She’s seemingly surprised by my outburst, so I nod. That dickhead is the last man I want to be talking about, but I will answer her. “Yeah, we went to college together. He was your typical spoiled rich kid.”
“And you weren’t?” She raises a brow at me.
“Oh, no,” I smirk. “I was definitely a rich kid… I just wasn’t a dick.” Camryn laughs. “We never got on. Didn’t help that I slept with his girlfriend.” She chokes on her drink. “In my defense, I didn’t know they were dating at the time.” I am trying to redeem myself, but she simply shakes her head. “Years later, he still holds it against me.” Camryn takes another sip of her whiskey. I watch her pink lips moisten with the amber liquid, then watch in slow motion as her tongue comes out and swipes across her lips collecting the residue. My body groans internally in appreciation. “How did you guys meet?” Curiosity’s getting the better of me.
“We literally ran into each other outside a coffee shop. We both ended up covered in coffee.” She smiles at the memory. “He asked me out as the hot coffee soaked through my clothing. I thought it was kind of ballsy after he ruined my suit.” She shrugs. “I decided to take a chance, and well… we all know what happened.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I know.” She lets out a sigh. “Just shit taste in men, I guess.”
“Hope that doesn’t include me?”
“Jury’s still out.” She smiles, and it’s warm. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.” She moves her hand around, waving it up and down her body.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“I do.” Standing and straightening her shoulders, she continues, “You’ve hired me to do a job. I’ve overstepped so many boundaries I wouldn’t normally overstep with clients. For some reason, Lord only knows why, I have with you.” She lets out a sigh.
“Cam, look around…” She glances about the room seeming confused by my statement. “We are at our friend’s wedding.” She nods her head. “Who suggested I hire you?”
“Sam and Harper.”
“And how do I know them?”
She shrugs her shoulders.
“Sam is my partner and best mate. Harper I’ve known just as long, and your business partner, Kimberly, I met over the years through Sam.” She nods her head. “We don’t have a normal business relationship. Our worlds are too intertwined without us even knowing it.”
“True.” She gives me a small smile. “I’ve worked so damn hard to be taken seriously in my industry. I just…” She sighs. “My reputation is everything.”
Ah, now, I understand where she’s coming from.
“I think you’re brilliant. Honestly, from our first meeting, it was your intelligence that attracted me.” Moving toward her, I say, “Then Monaco happened.” Camryn looks up at me. “I had no idea you were going to be there. But I was happy you were.”
“You were?” she questions.
“Yeah.” Nodding my head. “I was looking forward to talking to you again. Mainly about business but—”
“But?” she interrupts.
“You looked like a fucking goddamn Bond girl walking into the casino that night.” I run my hand through my hair. “I’m ashamed I forgot all about your business qualifications and could only think about how attracted I was to you.” Stepping closer. “Then I saw your face light up with curiosity as I took you around the club. I could see the way your body responded to what you were watching. I knew you had a partner, but I didn’t care in that moment.” Camryn bites her lip. “You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”
“If I were single then…” Camryn lets the words fall away. She doesn’t have to finish them.
“I’m glad you weren’t.” Her mouth falls open, and her head jerks back, but I notice her surprise. “If we had slept together that night, I don’t know if I would have taken you seriously.”
Oh shit! Her back straightens, and a slow disbelieving head shake is followed by, “Are your serious right now?”
“Not like that, Camryn.” I realize straight away how bad that sounded. She crosses her arms across her chest. “Let me explain! I meant I wouldn’t have let this friendship develop between us.” She softens a little dropping her arms to her sides. “I like what we have.” Quickly, I add, “I like I can call you when something happens at work, and you get it. I like how you tell me about your day and about the disasters that occur. It actually helps my mood.” This makes Camryn smile. “I like getting your text messages before you go to bed. Even the crazy memes you send me.”
“They’re good, right?” She chuckles.
“Yeah, they are.”
“I feel like you’re about to give me the whole… it’s-not-you-it’s-me speech.” Her eyes narrow. “Are you?”
“No.” Quickly defending myself, “I’m just saying…” I push my fingers through my hair. “Honestly, I have no idea what I’m saying. Other than… I like and respect you.” My hand falls to the back of my neck, and I give it a rub because I have no idea what the hell is spilling out of my mouth anymore.
“Thank you.” Camryn smiles at me. She then takes a couple of steps toward me. My body tenses as she wraps her arms around me, but slowly, I do the same. We stay like this for a while. Her floral scent swirls around my nose as I subtly try and breathe her in without her noticing. The longer the embrace continues, the thicker the sexual tension becomes.
Camryn’s fingers grip the back of my white shirt and hold tight. Closing my eyes, I attempt to think of anything but the feeling of her against me.
My hands run along the curve of her back, subconsciously.
No. What am I doing?
The night air shifts around us, the large room feeling like with every tick of the clock, it shrinks a little more, closing in on us. Both of us not daring to look at the other because if we do, I’m not sure if I will be able to stop.
I let my hand move further down her body and over the curve of her ass. She doesn’t move, nor does she push me away. I let my fingers dig into the flesh, pulling her hard against me.
My dick springs to life, feeling her warm body against mine. Shit!
“I shouldn’t be touching you like this,” I whisper my meek objections into her ear with a warm breath.
“Me, either.” Camryn’s hands slide down my back until she has my ass in her palms, pulling me closer to her until there is no space between us. “As
long as there are clothes between us, we’re fine. We aren’t doing anything wrong, Nate.” Her lips move across my chest as she speaks, the warm sensation sending goosebumps over my body.
As long as there’s a barrier between us, we can’t go too far.
Can we?
10
Camryn
What the hell am I doing?
But he feels so good.
So warm.
So hard.
I can feel every muscle tense under my touch. His hard plains press against me. Even his ass is tight.
What are we doing? We keep giving each other mixed signals.
We push and pull against the other—I want you, I can’t have you.
We know we shouldn’t be doing this, but there are so many words that have been spoken between us.
I respect you.
I like you.
Let’s be friends.
I think you’re beautiful.
In all honesty, I just want to fuck him.
I shouldn’t be thinking about that after breaking up with Harris.
It’s been over a month, Camryn. Harris is definitely not thinking of you as he fucks his fiancée.
That image instantly churns my stomach.
But there is something about Nate. If you take away the kinky sex club owner, the expensive suits, the cocky attitude, underneath it all, he seems relatively normal.
You have only been texting with him for a month. The stupid voice inside my head is being all rational and shit.
Seeing Vanessa and Christian get their happy ever after after so many difficulties—from the night he saved her from a handsy executive to rescuing her from her violent ex, to sitting by her side telling her how beautiful she is after she’d had a double mastectomy to save her life—it made me feel like anything is possible. This is Christian Taylor, rock star, and famed womanizer, the last man you’d think would want to settle down and stay faithful to Vanessa. But he does, and he loves her. Now, Ness is knocked up with twins, and their family is going to be complete.
Yeah, okay… I’m jealous.
I thought I was going to have a happily ever after with Harris, except he’s now having that with someone else, the scumbag.
Too much champagne, coupled with heartache during a wedding, led to my mini-breakdown in the fucking snow. I thought I could have a little cry and then walk back inside and let Johnny take me back to his room so he could finish what he promised me he would. Except now, I’m here in the arms of the one man I shouldn’t be, and, in all honesty, I don’t know if I care. I just want to feel something, anything again.
Moving my hands from his delicious ass, I run my nails up his back, which makes Nate groan. I can feel him hard against my stomach. Still, we both refuse to look at each other because I know when we do, the spell will be broken.
Turning my head, I bite his nipple through the white tuxedo shirt.
“Cam…” he groans. “Fuck!” The tortured words coming from his mouth are turning me on. A man like Nate Lewis, who has access to anyone in the world, is coming undone under my touch. It’s an aphrodisiac and drives me more. I move my head and bite the other nipple. “Jesus,” he groans appreciatively.
His fingers grip my ass tightly.
“As long as we have clothes on, nothing’s really happening, right?” That’s the moment I look up and into those blue eyes, which have turned a deep sapphire color as desire swirls behind them.
“Right,” he agrees.
My hand moves over the bulge in his tuxedo pants, and I grip onto his thickness.
“Fuck,” he curses, biting his lip. His chest heaves as he tries to gain control of himself.
“Tell me to stop, Nate.”
Those sapphire eyes widen with lust. “I don’t want you to stop, Camryn.” A smile falls across my face as I rub him harder with my hand. I don’t stop. Our eyes are locked. Next thing I know, he’s pushing me back against the wooden desk. His chest is heaving while my heart is racing. He picks me up and places my backside on the edge.
Fuck! That was hot.
“What are the rules?” he questions me.
Huh? What does he mean?
“The rules, Cam? How much clothing are we allowed?” Pushing his hips between my legs, I can feel his length against me. “What can go?”
“Take off your shirt,” I tell him. He has a tank on underneath that still counts as a shirt. He quickly takes off the makeup-stained tuxedo shirt and throws it to the side, showing his bronzed, toned arms. “Pants, too.” He raises a brow and slowly begins to unbuckle his belt. It disappears behind him somewhere. Then he’s pushing his tuxedo pants to the floor. He kicks his shoes off, then his socks, and steps out of the pants. He’s wearing black boxer briefs, and the head of his dick is poking out the top of them.
Biting my lip, I appreciate the thick tip.
“What are you wearing underneath?” he questions me.
“Just underwear.”
“Take off your dress, Camryn.”
Oh, demanding Nate is hot.
Slowly, I unzip the back of my bridesmaid’s dress. He moves away and starts shuffling through his bags until he finds another tank top. “Here.”
I let the straps of my dress fall, exposing my barely-there lace bra, giving him a glimpse at my ample chest. I know men appreciate boobs, but those eyes darken even more as he catches my breasts. He moans as I slip on the white tank over the top, taking away his view. Nate steps forward and helps me shimmy out of the dress. It ends up on the floor with all the other discarded items.
“I want you in my bed, Camryn.”
Damn him and his demanding ways, but I like it. Jumping off the desk, I make my way to his wooden bed. It’s a gorgeous four-poster, hand-carved heirloom, probably centuries old. I wonder how many people have fooled around in this bed.
Nate slaps me hard across my ass as I pass him, which makes me stop, and slowly I turn to him. He simply smirks at me.
Fine. I liked it. But still.
Crawling onto the bed, I position myself in the middle, waiting for what he has planned.
“We both agree, we have fun with our clothes on, right?” he questions me.
“Not sure how much fun we can have with our clothes on,” I answer. I think I’ve fucked myself trying to be all I-want-you-but-we-have-to-be-professional bullshit. There is nothing professional or friendly about what we’re doing. I should have said fuck it and let him fuck me.
“You have no idea.” Raising a brow at me, I can see the hunger written across his face as he moves toward me. Nate takes a knee on to the duvet, and like a damn panther, he stalks me, moving closer and closer. Far out, I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
Nate reaches my legs and pushes them wide.
“I will only touch your skin through your clothes, Okay?”
No! That’s so not okay.
I want his lips on my thighs. I want his tongue to be sweeping along my vagina. I want his goddamn fingers inside of me. He doesn’t wait for my answer before his face disappears between my thighs. His nose runs along the lace seam of my panties, making me jump.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Did he just sniff my vagina?
He takes in another deep breath, humming as he does. I want to reach out and touch his hair, but he just said only where our clothing touches. So, instead, I grip the duvet beneath me. His hot breath blows against my aching pussy, and it’s making my clit throb. He’s going to kill me like this.
Over and over again, he rubs his nose across the seam of my panties, pushing the fabric against my clit. Oh. Yes. My panties are becoming wetter with each stroke, making it easier for him to get the friction I need. His fingers dig into the bed beside him as he’s unable to touch me. Then I feel his tongue against the lace. Holy shit, that feel so good. He maneuvers the lace of my panties just enough so he can get to my clit. Then he sucks. Hard.
“Holy, fucking shit.” The sensation is insane. My hands almost launch myself off of hi
s bed. He hums, moans, and groans as he works over my tiny bud. He’s using every bit of his mouth to touch me everywhere, while he pushes me higher and higher.
Fuck, this is so good.
More.
I need more.
He keeps finding the perfect amount of friction even with the barrier between us, and he works his magic mouth until I can’t take it any longer, and I come so hard that I swear I want to pass out from the intensity.
He moves up my body, pressing himself against me. I can see his chin is wet, but he doesn’t wipe me away. He presses himself harder against my body. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him closer. Our faces are so near, I can smell myself on his lips. He hovers over me, rubbing himself against the lace. Over and over. He leans down and bites one of my nipples through the material. Arching my back at the sensation overload, I moan.
Who knew dry humping could be so—so hot.
He does it to the other one giving it equal attention, all the while rubbing himself against me, using me to get off.
“Cam,” he groans, and he sounds close. If he keeps going the way he is, I think I can come again. He rubs against me furiously, pushing the damp lace against my clit, stimulating it, until I feel the need building again. Nate pushes and pushes until I feel wetness across my stomach, and his animalistic groans fill the room. But I don’t care that he’s just come all over me because he continues rubbing himself on me until I come again.
Holy shit.
Fuck!
This was so… unexpected.
Nate’s forehead rests on my shoulder as his whole body slowly comes down from his orgasm. He reaches out and opens a drawer where a box of tissues are located. He pulls out a couple and wipes my stomach, then does the same again and cleans himself. He throws the tissues into the bin beside the bed and rolls onto his back.
“That was…” Nate’s face turns to me, worry lacing his wrinkled brow, now that the glow of what we’ve done is starting to fade.
“Hot, Nate. So, fucking hot.” Rolling onto my side, I smile at him.
“Felt like being back in high school again.” He smirks.