I sat down on my chair. “I’m not sure.”
What if we could make it work? Our relationship and my job? Carter would get over it, eventually. Maybe there was a way for us to be together, and I wouldn’t have to give up on him.
But was I ready to fight for both? Even Sierra agreed it would be for the best to forget about Merritt and be smart about this, especially because there was a lot at stake here.
“Are you sick?”
I smiled at Megan, masking my displeasure. “Just tired. I haven’t slept much.”
“Tell me about it. I can’t catch up on sleep these days at all. That’s what you get when you have a baby in the house.”
I just grinned at her and looked at the cup of coffee Merritt had left on my desk. As if following a cue, a sense of longing washed over me. I needed to think about this carefully. I would give myself a few days.
Maybe I would get over him
And hell, maybe I wouldn’t.
11
Merritt
A few days had passed since I saw Camilla last, and I still wasn’t over it. I tried forgetting about her by going out and drinking, but it was all useless. Carter gave up on me, calling me whipped, when we sat down in a bar and I couldn’t even flirt back with the women that were sitting next to us.
“Damn, man. She really must be something if you can’t get over her. I’m surprised that she flat out rejected you for the second time.”
“Yeah? Me too.”
“But it’s not the end of the world. Cheer up. You’ll meet someone new—”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” I replied bitterly.
“Well, if you would stop being so bitchy about this whole situation and chill, you’d see that she couldn’t be that special. Give yourself a few days and you’ll completely forget about her.”
If he only knew the truth, he would recognize how special she was. But still I hoped Carter was right because there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about her. The urge to search for her in her office was strong, but I was going to keep my word. As hard as it was, I wouldn’t see her again.
I was on my way to my office when Tim greeted me in the hallway. “Hi, Merritt.”
“Hey, man. Tough night?” I pointed at the dark circles beneath his eyes.
“That’s mildly putting it.” He sighed. “Marlene.”
I raised my eyebrow. “You two are back together?”
“We were back together. We broke up again last night.”
“Damn. That was quick. Why?”
“Because she cheated on me. Imagine that. She’s been calling me a cheater all this time, when she’s the one who can’t keep her legs closed.”
“I’m sorry, bro.”
“That’s okay. It’s high time to give up on her and move on. I can’t keep going around in circles.”
I opened my mouth to answer him, but then it struck me how much I related to that. I was stuck on Camilla and couldn’t think about anyone else but her. Just like he was stuck on Marlene.
A minute later, I got into my office, wondering if what I felt for Camilla was much stronger than I had thought.
I lowered my briefcase on my desk, and that was when I saw a note sitting on it. Surprised, I picked up the small piece of paper. It contained Camilla’s phone number with a simple “Call me” on it and her name.
“Damn, Camilla. You really know how to confuse a man.”
I sat down, staring into the note as if it was going to reveal the mystery of Camilla to me. As if I would figure out what was going through her head right now. What was going on?
I was sure we were over. As much as I wanted things to be different, I understood how she felt, and I respected her for fighting for her career. She deserved it, so who was I to mess up her plans? If I was her, I would make the same decision.
So, did this mean she was regretting her decision?
I played with the note in my hand, suddenly feeling restless. I was excited about this and wanted to call her, but I couldn’t just rush into this. Look where rushing led Tim to.
The ball was in my court now and I had to weigh the pros and cons of being with her before I made the decision.
Camilla wasn’t the only one who would risk her career if we got together. I would risk my career too. I was in the public eye, and I already got enough bad press with all those stories about me being a playboy and whatnot. This was an important time for my career, and anything bad at this moment could be detrimental to my future, so I couldn’t afford to screw it up with Camilla.
Also, I wouldn’t want her to lose her job in case this all went south.
Then again, the woman was like a drug to me. There was something about her that made me want more, and she was the first to incite this yearning in me. I missed her more than I’d missed anyone before, and when I was with her, everything made sense.
I felt happy.
She was a breath of fresh air I needed. With her, I wouldn’t need or want other girls. I would be completely satisfied to stay only with her. Ever since I had met her, I lost interest in all other women, craving for Camilla more than anything. She attracted me like no other girl.
I closed my eyes and invited the images of naked Camilla to my mind. Almost instantly, my cock hardened. If I was with her, I would be able to have her whenever I wanted. I would be able to turn all my fantasies into reality. I pressed my hand against my hard-on, imagining it was her hand that was touching me.
Christ, there would be no way for me to endure the days without her and her body. There was just something about her that was irresistible, and I knew my hunger for her wouldn’t go away any time soon. She’d fucked me up.
I knew that I would cave in and make her mine sooner or later.
So what if we were risking everything? It didn’t have to be that way. It would be difficult to balance our careers and our relationship, sure, but why did we have to write off that option before anything even started?
Maybe having her by my side would be good for my and her career.
It was close to the end of the day when I caved and decided to call her. I wanted to invite her out to dinner. Even if I was making a big risk, it would be all worth it. We would make it work somehow.
She answered the call after the third ring. “Hello?”
“Hi, Camilla.”
Only now I noticed that my hands were sweaty. Fucking great. I was acting like a teenager inviting his crush on a first date. I was pathetic.
“Hello, Merritt.” Her voice sounded breathy, and my cock twitched, further stretching the material of my pants. Fuck, I needed to see her. “Wait just a minute.” I heard her footsteps and the door opening and closing. “I can talk now.”
“Thanks for giving me your number. It was a pleasant surprise.”
“Well, I was thinking a lot about what I told you a couple of days ago, and I realized I was making a mistake. So, I said to myself ‘To hell with it’ and left you my number, hoping I still had a chance. Do I?”
“Do you what?” I teased her.
“Still have a chance?”
My lips formed a gigantic smile. “You do. Actually, I’m calling you to invite you out to dinner.” Come on, say yes.
“Yes!” she responded immediately, and I let out a hearty laugh.
“You’re pretty excited about this, aren’t you?”
“Just like you.”
I smiled. “That’s true. So, I can pick you up at seven at your apartment. What do you think?”
“That would be great.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you, Camilla.”
“Same here. I’m already counting minutes.” Her sweet honesty melted something in me, and I wished I could hug her. She was so, so cute.
“You know, when I see you, I’m going to kiss you with all I’ve got.”
“I’m hoping you’ll do more than that, Senator Dawson.”
I growled. “Keep talking like that and I’ll find you right now and give you what you’re
asking for.”
She chuckled. “Then I better be careful.”
After a few more minutes of flirting, she gave me her address, and I ended the call, wearing a megawatt smile that wouldn’t go away long after the I hung up.
I appeared at seven on the dot at her doorway, carrying a bouquet of roses. After the call, I couldn’t focus on my work anymore, and Robert and Tim, who were with me in one of the meetings, were making fun of me, assuming it surely had something to do with some girl. Little did they know.
By the time I reached her apartment building, I was high-strung, and to say that was unusual was an understatement. I rang her bell, shifting on my feet as I thought of what I would tell her when she opened the door.
However, when she opened the door and I finally saw her, all my thoughts disappeared, and all I was able to do was stare at her.
She was wearing a tight bodycon red dress that revealed her killer hips and legs. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She’d put up her hair in a ponytail and applied makeup that made her sea-blue eyes stand out. I was hypnotized.
She laughed, aware of my reaction. “Wow. Merritt Dawson is speechless. Imagine that.”
I closed the door behind me and made a step toward her without even being aware of it. All I knew was that I had to have her right now. Fuck dinner. I wanted dessert.
“Camilla, you…”
She raised her eyebrow, her smile widening. “What?”
I moved my gaze down her body again, noticing how quickly her chest was moving. She wasn’t immune to me either.
“You’re beautiful.” I lowered the bouquet on a side table and closed the distance between us. “You’re so beautiful, and I need to have you right here and now.”
I didn’t give her the opportunity to respond to me, slamming my lips against hers. Her taste hit me like the strongest whiskey, intoxicating me with its potent deliciousness. She moaned into my mouth and responded with an equal fervor, pressing herself against me as her hands moved through my hair.
I was going to make her mine.
12
Camilla
After days of contemplating on whether I should give Merritt a chance or not, I finally reached the conclusion. I could have a career and Merritt. Carter would get past our relationship, and maybe one day everyone else would too. Just because I had been working hard my whole life to achieve my dreams, that didn’t mean I had to sacrifice everything else. Merritt meant to me more than I could comprehend, and I didn’t want to lose this opportunity to be with him.
Feeling like a bundle of nerves, I went to my work even earlier than usual and slipped into his office before any of his assistants arrived.
I stopped in the middle of the spacious room, marveling at the simple yet ritzy design of his office, which reflected Merritt well. It showcased his power and elegance.
I left the note on the desk, hoping I hadn’t blown everything up when I rejected him.
Thankfully, several hours later, Merritt called me, and an inexplicable relief flooded me. He wanted to see me and take me out to dinner. Of course I was quick to accept, wondering what kind of dress I could wear that would knock him off his feet.
After several changed dresses and hours spent in my closet, I settled on a tight red dress that gave a “femme fatale” impression. I just knew that when he saw me in it, he wouldn’t be able to resist me.
At seven, when the bell rang, my heart climbed to my throat, and butterflies swarmed my belly. He was here.
I opened the door, and my pulse increased even more. He was so handsome. He was yummy in his black evening suit. I spotted the bouquet of roses in his hand and almost awed at the sweet gesture.
A smile appeared on my face when I saw the way he looked at me. He couldn’t even talk, his eyes burning into me.
“Wow. Merritt Dawson is speechless. Imagine that.”
He locked the door and came closer to me, and my breathing turned heavy and uneven. It was more than clear that he wanted me, the air between us becoming tense with intensifying arousal.
“Camilla, you…”
My smile grew wider. “What?”
Jesus, those eyes. It was so difficult to breathe when he was scanning each inch of me, eating me up.
“You’re beautiful.” He put the bouquet on the drawer and stopped right in front of me. Only inches separated us now, and I wanted nothing more but to feel him against me. “I need to have you right here and now.”
The next moment, he was kissing me, and my world began to spin. I moaned and moved my hands through his hair, yanking him toward me. I needed to feel all of him, touch him, get him inside of me…
“Fuck me,” I pleaded him.
He groaned and ground himself against me. “These days have been a torture for me, Camilla,” he muttered into my lips, backing me to the wall. “All those things we did were on repeat in my mind. I just wanted to see you, but knowing I couldn’t even get near you…”
“Shh, it doesn’t matter now.” I unbuttoned his jacket and took it off him. The jacket ended on the floor behind him. Soon, his tie followed. “You can have me now all you want.”
“Yes.” He cupped my face and kissed me again, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth. He pushed his leg in between my legs, and I ground against his thigh. I was all hot and wet, and I was sure he could feel it.
He leaned away to watch me rubbing against him, his eyes dimmed with desire.
“Damn.”
He pulled the straps of my dress to the side and exposed my breasts to him. His eyes widened when he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra. With a groan, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, and the pleasure surged through me, claiming each part of me as he paid attention to one nipple then the other.
His hands traced my waist and slid over my ass, coming close to my mound. He pulled the hem of my dress higher, revealing my panties to him. He was quick to push them aside and cover my pulsating flesh with his fingers, pressing his thumb against my clit a moment later. I let out a low moan and then another when his mouth latched onto my nipple.
“Merritt… Oh God… Keep touching me. It feels so good.”
His fingers were never still, circling my clit, then attacking it, then pushing through my folds and grazing my entrance. I was dripping wet.
He pushed his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he sucked them. The sight itself was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen, and it only made my pussy throb much, much harder.
“You wanna taste yourself?”
“Yes.”
His smile was devilish. “Naughty girl.”
He collected more of my juices and brought his fingers to my mouth. I wanted to taunt him, so instead of wrapping my mouth around them, I slid my tongue up and down his fingers, showing him exactly what I would do to his cock.
“Camilla.” My name was a mixture of moan and groan upon his lips. He returned his fingers to my mound and inserted three digits inside, opening me widely. “This is how I am going to fuck you.” He started a relentless rhythm that brought nothing but searing pleasure. “This and much harder. You’re going to be sore when I’m done with you.”
He was fingering me fast, and my world spun quicker. Ecstasy claimed me, my heart pounding like crazy.
“Yes, keep going like that… I’m going to come. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Oh, I don’t intend to stop. In fact, I’m going to keep going until you come too many times for you to stand it.”
Not a second later, I was screaming as the sheer pleasure ravaged my body, but he didn’t stop, as promised. He fingered me through my orgasm, paying special attention to my G-spot, which only prolonged my climax. Soon, my orgasm morphed into another one and another one, and I was blind and deaf with sensations in me.
Through a daze, I let him pull me to the couch in my living room and spin me so that my back was turned to him. He made me kneel on the couch and spread my legs apart.
“You’re so per
fect.” His hand slid up and down my thighs, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin. His touch was so gentle, so loving. “No other girl is like you.”
I basked in his words, something warm spreading through my chest. My heart was running wildly, half in expectation of his next move, half in growing affection toward him. Being next to him felt so right.
I was making the right choice. I knew it now.
He removed his clothes and put a condom on, positioning himself behind me. He guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and brought his fingers to my clit. At the same time, he entered me and rubbed my clit, and I moaned, digging my nails into the soft material of the couch.
“Your scent, your taste… You’re intoxicating…” he muttered into my ear and started moving.
I could barely respond to him, instantly overwhelmed. “Ah, Merritt…” I moved my hips to meet his, chasing that ecstasy he was always giving me. “Your cock feels so good.”
He yanked my ponytail backward, tilting my head to the side, and latched onto my neck. His lips were hot on my skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail along my neck as he left open-mouthed kisses. I was burning from the inside out, my moves becoming more frantic as I approached my next climax.
“I’m gonna come.”
He held me by my hip with his hand while his other hand covered my breast and gave it a tight squeeze. I was going to come any second…
“Merritt!” I screamed and threw my head back, my legs convulsing under the force of my orgasm.
He moved us so that he was sitting on the couch behind me with me on his lap, never pulling out of me. He held my hips as I moved up and down on his enlarged shaft. I was supporting myself against his knees, going faster and faster, dripping with juices.
“So damn good. Keep going like that, Cami. Just like that.” His voice was rough and unknown to my ears. His groans grew louder, his hips moving upward, which sent his cock way deeper into me.
I felt hot, sweat sliding down my temples. I was going to come again, and this time it was going to be even stronger. My pussy was so sensitive, so easily stimulated, and I felt like I was in heaven.
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