“Come closer to the edge. Good.” Cameron situated himself between her feet, which now dangled off the edge of the bench. Misha inhaled when he pushed her jeans down to her knees. “Taking you like this, here in the gym, was one of those naughty fantasies.”
“Really?” Misha’s voice warbled on the last syllable when he squeezed her pussy lips.
“Yes, and as much as I want that fantasy realised, I don’t have protection.”
“I do.” Misha wriggled her ass. “Back pocket.” She continued to sway her hips seductively as he dug into her jeans. “Hurry, Cam.”
Misha heard the foil rip and seconds later he tapped his cock on her derrière. She arched her back then lowered her forearms on the bench, mewling when he teased her pussy lips with the head of his dick. “Pleas—” Her plea was cut short when he grabbed hold of her hips and entered her in one thrust. Misha sucked in a tight breath, gripped the bench hard and braced herself when Cameron began moving inside her at a frenzied pace. The angle of their bodies enabled him to go deeper and she bit her lip to keep from crying out at the intensity of the erotic friction created every time he delved into her. She couldn’t contain her guttural sounds of pleasure as he pounded into her. His strokes were relentless, almost too much, bordering on the razor-sharp edge between the fiercest pleasure and a little pain.
Misha buried her face in the crook of her arm, whimpering when Cameron sped up, seemingly bottoming out in her pussy. His fingers bit into her skin, letting her know he was close and he groaned, coming a few seconds later. She shuddered when he pulled from her slick warmth with a dark curse. He helped her off the bench and she stared at him, standing on shaky legs, still in a heightened state of arousal and need.
“You felt so good, I couldn’t hold back.” He pulled her jeans up over her wet pussy, zipped then buttoned them. Misha groaned when the action made the fabric brush against her engorged clit. “I will make it up to you.”
“I know you will.” Her gaze dropped to his semi-hard cock. “But when?”
“Right now. You go ahead. I’m going to clean up here. Come to my room in thirty minutes. Leave those jeans on and don’t touch that slick pussy.”
Misha smiled. “Okay.”
Cameron winked at her. “Go.”
She pivoted and walked towards the door, every step sending erotic pulses through her where the fabric of her jeans teased her over-sensitised flesh.
“Misha?”
She turned to look at him as she twisted the doorknob in her hand. “Hmm?”
“Make that fifteen minutes.”
Misha nodded, a tremor of desire rolling along her nerve endings as she exited the gym and headed to the elevator. She got into the lift and wondered if the couple to her left could smell sex on her. Her nipples peaked again at the thought. She squeezed her thighs together, purposely forcing the ridged hem of the denim to brush against her clit, and barely suppressed a tiny moan. The man cast her a quizzical look as the doors opened. She averted her eyes, moving past him, grateful to get off on her floor.
Once inside her hotel room, she made a beeline for the bathroom. She flipped on the light, washed her hands then stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Naughty girl.” Misha giggled as she pressed her cool hands to her hot cheeks.
Serene and her friends would die to know what she’d just done. They probably wouldn’t believe her even if she was inclined to tell. Misha planned on thanking her sister later for not making a big deal when she’d yawned and excused herself from their impromptu slumber party. It had been difficult to wait for the right moment to leave, but she’d been longing to talk to Cameron the entire time.
I’m not ready to let you go.
His words propelled her from the bathroom. Anxious to get back to him, Misha stripped out of her sweater, wanting something lighter to wear. She selected a lacy red demi-cut bra, put it on beneath her tangerine trench coat and headed for the door again.
Her heart raced when she was finally knocking on Cameron’s door. He opened it, wearing only a towel cinched around his waist, his light hair still damp from his shower. Misha giggled when he yanked her inside, enveloping her senses with an intoxicating mix of his soap and aftershave. “Hey.”
“You’re late.”
“Only a few minutes.”
She admired his physique as he led her through his elegant suite to the dining table covered with fluffy white towels.
“Unacceptable.” Cameron untied the sash on her trench coat as she stared at the table.
“What’s all this?” Misha eyed a bottle of massage oil nestled nearby on the soft towels.
“You’ll see.” He slipped the coat off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. “Do you trust me?”
Misha moaned when he flicked each nipple through the lace with his fingers. “Y-yes.”
“Are you sure?” He pushed the demi cups of her bra down and exposed her hard nipples to the air. Cameron lowered his head, licked each one and Misha dug her fingers through his damp hair with a ragged groan.
“I’m sure.”
Cameron lifted his face from her breasts and kissed her as he unbuttoned then unzipped her jeans once more. He bent down, helped her out of her heels before pulling the denim down. Misha kicked the jeans away and squeaked when Cameron lifted her onto the table. She wondered what part of her body he intended to massage first when he reached for the bottle and moved to her side.
He uncapped the massage oil, parted her legs and shook his head. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Misha gasped when he drizzled the oil between her legs. He smoothed the liquid over her inner thighs and placed one hand on top of her pelvic bone while using the other to continue working the oil all over her pussy.
“Wider.”
She spread her legs as far as she could and felt the oil drip down to her anus. Misha sighed blissfully, enjoying his touch as he caressed her clit and pussy lips.
“How does this feel?”
“So good.”
Cameron smiled and he penetrated her with his middle finger. “This is only the beginning of your pleasure.”
She believed him as he pressed his other hand down a little on her pelvic bone, hooked his fingers within her and began rapidly moving them up and down. Her eyes fluttered closed and she dug her heels into the towels with a cry, surprised by his actions and her intense physical reaction to it. Cameron kept going, working her slick sheath even faster as a ripcord of unimaginable ecstasy took over her world. She tried to say ‘Oh, my God’, but only managed a string of inarticulate sounds as he stimulated her G-spot and roughly milked her pussy. Her mouth fell open as she arched her back off the towels and simply let go, giving herself over completely to pure pleasure. Misha was vaguely aware of her own juices drenching her and Cameron’s thighs when a release unlike any she’d ever experienced took her by surprise. Everything went white behind her eyelids. The ferocity of her orgasm ricocheted through her, rendering her boneless, mindless as Cameron’s hand slipped from between her legs as she writhed on the table. Cameron held onto her legs as she continued to tremble uncontrollably, still deep in the throes of her full body climax. Many minutes later, still quivering, she opened her eyes to look up at him in a haze of sensory bliss.
“Oh, my God. W-what did you do to me?” Her voice was raspy and her throat was dry.
“Do you want more?”
More?
Was he serious? He’d just given her the ultimate O.
“I don’t think I can come again.”
She inhaled sharply when Cameron caressed her super-sensitive clit with the palm of his hand.
“Oh, I think you can. Do you want to find out?”
She nodded before she’d really thought his question through, and it was too late to change her mind. Misha groaned when Cameron penetrated her with his fingers again. She’d barely caught her breath then he began stroking them in and out of her. She let out a wild groan as she trembled, but he didn’t stop and Mi
sha found herself right back in the middle of inexplicable pleasure as he vigorously worked her pussy. Her body jerked and she screamed when his ministrations sent her over the edge a second time. Misha writhed beneath him as he steadied her with his hands. Several seconds passed before she was aware of her surroundings, Cameron kissing her knees, her breathless moans still echoing in the room.
“See?” His deep voice was husky. “You did come a second time and I could make you come again.”
“Cameron.” Misha shook her head and closed her quivering legs. “You more than made up for coming earlier. Please, I don’t think I can take any more.”
Cameron slid his hand between her thighs and gently rubbed her pussy lips, eliciting another strangled cry from her. “You can.” He caressed her anus with his thumb. “Let me show you.”
Misha groaned when he pushed a digit into her ass then added another before she could say anything. She clawed at the towels, unnerved by his erotic intrusion and the hint of another orgasm building as he began stroking in and out of her virgin hole.
“Will you let me show you? Let me have this?”
Misha inhaled sharply when he pushed another digit into her oil-slicked ass. She was uncertain, not knowing what to expect, but not willing to deny him anything after the pleasure he’d given her. “Y-yes.”
Cameron added a fourth finger, stretching her in a way she’d never been before. She whimpered and he calmed her with another kiss on the side of her knee. “You’re so tight, babe.”
“You won’t fit.” Misha’s breath hitched in her throat.
Cameron’s husky laugh rang in her ears and she gasped when he removed his hand from between her legs. She watched him through hooded eyes as he sheathed his cock and drenched it with more oil. “Oh, yes, I will.” He dragged her bottom to the edge of the table, took her legs and lifted them up in the air. Misha crossed her ankles as he rested her feet on his left shoulder. She tensed as he pushed the head of his dick against her tiny opening.
“Misha, look at me.”
She met his gaze and gasped again as he gently penetrated her.
“Shh…” Cameron stilled with only half of his hard length in her ass. “Relax. I promise it will be good for you.” He caressed her oil-soaked clit with his fingers and she moaned. “Let me in, Misha.”
Misha drew in a deep breath. “It hurts.”
“Yes, a good kind of pain, though, isn’t it?”
She winced, reluctant to admit that it actually was. “It’s too much, too tight.”
Cameron smacked her pussy. “You wanted this or you wouldn’t have said yes. Now, let me in. That’s it.”
She bit her lip as he sank deeper into her.
“Just like that.”
Misha winced and Cameron paused.
He rubbed her clit. “Do you want me to stop?”
Misha shuddered while he continued to caress her pussy.
“Mish?”
“No.”
Cameron gently pushed forward and Misha gasped again. She kept her eyes on him, sucking in a breath when he began thrusting nice and slow.
“Just breathe.”
Misha exhaled and did has he’d instructed, finding that the uncomfortable pressure gradually gave way to new, intense sensations as he slowly began to fuck her.
“Cameron…”
“Yes, it’s starting to feel good?”
Misha responded with a soft groan when he picked up his pace, dipping his cock inside her with measured, shallow strokes. She placed her hands beneath her ass, made contact with Cameron, halting him from going balls deep. He reached between her legs, started rubbing her clit and she moaned again. Her hands fell to the towels and Cameron moved forward until he was fully seated within her. He withdrew slightly then delved back into her again. Misha couldn’t believe the exquisite ache driving her to another climax. Contradicting sensations of pleasure and pain converged and became one as he moved fluidly in and out of her ass. Her eyes widened when he caressed her clit in rhythm with his thrusts, twisting the arc of pleasure tighter. She came hard, her gaze locked with Cameron’s as he too climaxed with a rough groan. Misha’s eyelids fluttered closed as he slipped from her body. She was in a state of sensual shock.
“Misha?”
“Hmm?” She couldn’t open her eyes to look at him.
“Are you all right?”
Misha felt him touch her stomach. “Mm-hmm.” She smiled when she heard his husky chuckle.
“I’m going to draw you a bath.” He scooped her up and held her tightly against him. Misha sighed as he carried her to the bed and laid her down.
Misha didn’t respond, drifting in and out of lulled consciousness. She was too tired to think about all that had just happened.
“Misha?”
She heard his voice from somewhere close, felt his fingers skate over her cheek, but her eyelids were too heavy to look at him.
“I think I love you.” Misha smiled, stretched languidly on top of the sheets and fell asleep with the feel of Cameron’s hand on her face.
Chapter Fourteen
Misha heard her cellphone alarm go off and groaned as she snuggled closer to Cameron. She smiled when he pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Good morning, gorgeous.”
“It’s too early to be a good morning yet.”
“It is God-awful early. The sun has barely made an appearance.” Cameron wrapped his arm around her waist. “That’s the reason I try to avoid doing morning interviews.”
Misha shifted her body to look at him. “I’m a little nervous.”
“It is a bit nerve-racking”—Cameron twisted a finger in her thick tresses—“but it’ll go by in a blink and you’ll walk away wondering what you were so anxious about.” He kissed the top of her nose. “You’ll be great. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”
Misha smiled. “I guess I’d better get up. I’m going to need every minute before I go to make it look like I wasn’t up all night being ravaged by an insatiable lover.”
“I won’t apologise, but I should’ve warned you I have huge appetites for great food and amazing sex. Are you sore?”
Misha ran her fingers through the spattering of hair on his chest, still a bit shocked by everything they’d done yesterday. “A little.”
“I am sorry for that.”
She shook her head. “Don’t be. I’m okay, better than okay. Last night, you gave me the most intense orgasms of my life. Cameron, last night was incredible.”
Her words seemed to melt away the concern on his handsome face. “I’m glad.”
Misha paused a second from dragging her nails across his pecs, thinking about what she’d told him before drifting to sleep. She wondered what he’d thought, wanted to ask as he pulled her on top of him.
“I want to give you many more nights of unimaginable pleasures.”
“I like the sound of that.” Misha rubbed her leg against his hard thigh and her heart hammered in her chest as his cock thickened against her belly.
“I’m going to like the sounds of that too.” Cameron shifted them so she was beneath him.
Misha giggled. “I don’t have time.” She parted her legs, inviting him in.
“I’ll make you come fast this time, I promise.”
Misha whimpered as he filled her, still tender from last time. Cameron immediately stilled, giving her time to adjust to him before moving slowly again. She clung to him, enjoying the sweet stirrings he created with each gentle thrust, trusting him to do just what he’d said.
* * * *
“You’re on in three minutes.”
Misha nodded at the production assistant rushing past her as her cell rang. She lifted it to her ear with a smile. “Good morning, Serene.”
“Finally, you answer your phone. I’ve called you several times.”
“I’m sorry. What’s up? I can’t talk long.”
“I know. You’re about to do the interview with Rachel on Morning Talk.”
“Yup.”
Misha frowned when she heard her sister sigh. “What’s wrong?”
“You know how I like to check the tabloids, celebrity gossip and whatnot?”
“Yes, who doesn’t that knows you?”
Serene sighed. “Well, I just discovered video footage of you and Cameron on Entertainment Live dot com.”
Misha’s stomach hit the floor. “Footage of what?”
“You two were kissing. It was dark, but it looked like you two were in a gym?”
“Oh, my God.” Stunned, Misha gasped. Her heart thumped against her chest as flashbacks of the fiery kiss she’d shared with Cameron in that place raced through her mind. Her blood boiled at the knowledge of that kiss floating around in cyberspace for anyone to view. “H-how long is the footage?”
The whirlwind of activity around her faded into the background as she envisioned all of their naughty sexcapade caught on tape and shared with the world.
“Enough time to quash any doubts that something isn’t cooking between you and Chef Sexy. I was hoping to catch you before you went live. I didn’t want you to be blindsided by Rachel’s questions.”
Misha squeezed the bridge of her nose, wondering how she was going to get through the interview. The production assistant waved her over and Misha drew in a deep breath. “I’ve got to go.”
“I know. Stay calm and smile. Politely dodge any question you don’t want to answer. You’ve got this, Mish.”
Misha ended the call then made sure her phone was silenced before she put it back into her jacket pocket. She walked past the frazzled production assistant and took her seat next to Rachel, one of the co-hosts for the show, as a cameraman counted down the seconds until they were live.
“Welcome back to Morning Talk.”
Misha forced a smile as Rachel turned to her. “I’m thrilled to have Celeb Chef winner Misha Ryan. It’s a treat having you here today.”
“Hello, Rachel, I’m thrilled to be here.”
Stay calm and smile.
Her sister’s mantra replayed in her head as Rachel dazzled her and the cameras with a huge grin. After taking part in the show, she was accustomed to being beneath bright lights with her full attention directed towards whatever dish she’d been scrambling to make. It felt weird to have no distractions, except the dreaded feeling that Rachel would ask her about the leaked footage online.
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