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by Nella Tyler


  Finally, I got the button undone and slipped my hand into her panties. Her throaty gasp was all I needed to hear as I began to slowly tease her folds. Cupping the back of her head with my other hand, I dominated her mouth as I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her warmth.

  She was mewling and moving against me, her body becoming undone in the sexiest, most languorous way possible. It was driving me wild, making me stiff as a rock, but at the same time, bringing her to pleasure was a bone-deep kind of satisfaction.

  It was as though there was no line between our pleasures anymore. And when Cammie shattered under my touch, I felt it more clearly and completely than I ever had before.

  Looking down into her hazel eyes as we broke apart, her breathing coming in quick pants between parted lips, I knew she’d sensed it, too.

  And I knew what she wanted next.

  Chapter 34

  Cammie

  Kris and I had slept together before – but it had never been like this. At this moment, there was a palpable connection underneath all our passion. Like we’d torn away the last of the walls between us. And now it was as it should be – just Cammie and Kris.

  No words were exchanged as he walked backward, pulling me with him towards the bed. When he let my hands go, his eyes traveled up and down my body. Then he was kneeling and pulling off my shorts, all while pressing kisses up and down my thighs.

  At the same time, I bunched my fists in his shirt and tugged it free. He stood up, pulling off my shirt, then unfastening my bra. The sliding of the fabric across my skin was making me shiver, and when his fingers followed, I gasped as each inch of skin became supercharged with heat.

  Reaching forward, I went to tug off his jeans when Kris dropped to his knees. I sighed in bliss as he wrapped his arms around me, hands caressing me from the curve of my back down to behind my knees. Then up and down again. At the same time, his lips traced around my navel before moving lower and lower.

  I jumped when he nipped at my hipbone. Then I gripped his hair hard as he buried his face between my legs. As before, there was no rushing.

  Kris seemed intent to savor every inch, and I sighed in rapture as he brought me closer and closer. When I came, he held on to me, steadying me, and then stood up, staring down at me.

  “I have to have you now.” His voice was harsh and raspy. “It’s been too long. I can’t wait any longer.” Gripping my shoulders, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I missed you.”

  “I know,” I smoothed my hands across his hard chest and watched as the muscles on his neck stood out. “I feel the same way.”

  Palming the hard bulge in his pants, Kris groaned, a harsh masculine sound that made my toes curl. “You know, I hope you didn’t have plans today,” he murmured as he grabbed my waist and gazed down at me. “Because you’re not going anywhere.”

  “This is the only place I want to be,” I whispered, as I unbuttoned his pants.

  Kris stepped back and kicked them off. “Remember our first time – in my kitchen?” When I tilted my head at him, puzzled, he lifted me and tossed me on the bed, so that I was sitting on the edge of it. “No? Let me remind you, beautiful.”

  “I didn’t say I forgot,” I teased. “But maybe I do need a refresher.”

  Kris’s bed was so high, he didn’t have to bend down as much to kiss me. His hands ghosted along my bare thighs, up along my sides and then gripped my back. Stroking my tongue against his, I could feel the tension starting to spiral out of control, and I arched against him. My breasts were crushed against his hard chest as he pulled me closer.

  I was aching for him, and I moaned into his mouth as his cock brushed against me. He proceeded to tease me into a frenzy until I was whimpering, then he jerked his hips forward, filling me in one motion. It was more satisfying than I’d anticipated and my head fell back as I cried out.

  Kris was gyrating his hips in a slow circle against me and kissing my neck. Fire roared from a place deep in my belly. Unable to take it, I dug my nails into his back and cried out his name.

  When he began moving against me, we went slowly. Both of us wanted to enjoy each other and this ride for as long as possible.

  As Kris leaned back, our eyes met, and my breath caught. He was so handsome. The sunlight was glinting off his dark hair, lighting up his skin and his eyes matched the blue of the outside.

  But it was the look in his eyes, a raw hunger mixed with adoration, that arrested me.

  Pulling him forward, I kissed him, and a second later, we came undone together, our muscles seeming to leap in harmony as ecstasy was released between us.

  Once he slid out, he wrapped an arm around my waist and then lay me in the center of the bed. Kneeling over me, he began to kiss his way from my jaw downwards while he traced his fingers from my stomach to my breasts.

  He was teasing me, lingering and taking his time. But at the same time, the way he was touching at me, pausing to look down at me, I felt like a goddess being worshiped.

  I felt beautiful in a way I never had before.

  It went beyond liking my curly hair or thinking my butt looked good. It was inside and out. Loving myself from head to toe. Exulting in that.

  Loving how he loved me.

  Along with his expert tongue, which swirled around the rosy tip of my breast and had me raking my fingers through his hair. But he took his time, switching back and forth, pinching and squeezing them between his fingers, while lavishing the other with his tongue.

  Soon. I was breathing hard, the ache back between my legs. Kris covered his body with mine, and we became one again. His ridged stomach slid against mine as he moved against me, his fingers interlacing with mine as he thrust forward.

  I was wrapped around him, his thick thighs pressing against the inside of mine, my arms around his neck, while his face was buried in mine.

  Every movement, every breath was accounted for. It served to increase our pleasure with each passing second. Kris was murmuring my name, his hard jaw and scruffy beard rubbing against my sensitive skin.

  I sighed at the cascade of sensations – the way he filled me over and over again – a deliberate, smooth pace. But soon I was crying out his name, our hips meeting faster and faster, breasts bouncing against him, and then I was shaking and shattering.

  I wasn’t even sure when Kris had come – so complete was my orgasm. In fact, I thought I had few mini ones, but it also could have been just a long, circling one. All I knew was that I was in Kris’s arms and he was lifting his head to look down at me, smiling in a joyous, affectionate way.

  For the first time, we were making love.

  Hours passed as we came together again and again. Fingers skimmed across bare skin, caressing, gripping and memorizing. Lips pressed together, bruising, then soft, and then desperate. Tongue slid against tongue, tasting and savoring.

  Tumbling together, we became one. It didn’t matter where he began or I left off. Every touch was meaningful and every moment seemed to make me fall in love a little bit more.

  Somewhere in the late afternoon, when the sun was slanting low on the horizon, and the room was beginning to fill with shadows, Kris and I were lying together, watching the clouds drift by through the skylights. We’d been talking a little bit about the documentary and the house, a lazy, murmuring conversation, punctuated with kisses and yawns.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “But I also know when you have a question for me. Out with it? What’s in that pretty little head of yours?”

  “Tell me again why you want to sell this house,” I said, turning to look at him.

  He grinned. “I had a lot of good reasons to sell, but now I have a lot more not to. Memories.”

  “It’s just the skylights – this room. It’s so beautiful.” I sighed. “But it’s your call at the end of the day.” Snuggling against him, I murmured, “Did I say thank you for the new documentary?”

  “Hm…” Kris’s fingers drifted up and down my bare arm. “I think I may have heard that somewh
ere in there. But, feel free to tell me again.” His lips brushed against mine. ”And again.”

  Leaning back to look at him, I found that familiar blue gaze and smiled. “Thank you, Kris. It was beautiful. I knew I was falling for you – that’s why I got so angry. I thought you’d betrayed me, that I’d given my heart away without thinking. And I’m sorry about that. I didn’t handle it well.”

  “You had every reason to think I was betraying your trust, Cammie,” Kris’s face became serious. “I understand that. I won’t ever put you in a position like that again.” He paused. “I also want to tell you - I have so many ideas about this new documentary. It will be a little shorter than the original, but it will be as beautiful as you are. Hopefully it will have that big heart of yours will be on full display. The crowd will go crazy for it.”

  “Besides all that nonsense,” I laughed and rolled my eyes, “I do love it, Kris. It’s perfect. I think it’s the right film for you to start with, too,” I whispered.

  “I agree,” he murmured. “God, I love you, Cammie. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment I first saw you, walking down the sidewalk and the sunlight all around you.”

  “I love you, Kris Boldin,” I said and brushed my lips against his. “I can’t put it any more clearly than that.”

  “Well, that does say it all,” he said and pulled me close. “Think I could play hooky tomorrow too?”

  Laughing, I shook my head. “You are a CEO and a filmmaker now.”

  Rolling on top of me, Kris grinned. “Then I better make the most of my time right now.”

  Chapter 35

  Kris

  Waking up in a pool of sunshine with the woman I loved in my arms was the best feeling in the world. My heart was humming in my chest as I tucked Cammie’s head under my chin. She was sleeping with her back against me, body curled into mine and hugging my arm to her chest.

  From the angle of the sun, I had a feeling I was running late, but when I tried to roll over to check, Cammie mumbled something and hugged my arm closer.

  “Cammie,” I whispered. “You’re going to make me late for work.”

  “You got me fired,” she said back, tossing her hair. “You can be a little late.”

  “Oh, such a low blows for so early in the morning.”

  She let go of me and rolled over, her eyes full of mischief. “I’m kidding. Besides, you set yourself up for that one.”

  Propping my head up on my hand, I stared at her. “You’ve been hiding how good you are at wordplay, pretending that you’re quiet and innocent, haven’t you?”

  “Not all of us need to brag about it to prove we’re good at it.” Her smile was downright devilish. “And who said I was innocent?”

  Tickling her side, she let out a shriek of laughter and tried to pull away, but I captured her in my arms and kissed her until we were both breathless.

  “Did I say something about work?” I mused. “Have I lost my mind?”

  “Kris, you do have to go to work,” Cammie protested. “What time is it?”

  Letting her go, I sat up and found my phone. “It is… oh, not as late as I thought it was.” Turning back to her, I grinned. “Want to come to work with me?”

  “Really?” she asked. “What would I do?”

  I shrugged. “I can think of a lot of things you could do.” She slapped my shoulder, and I pointed a finger at her. “Hey, your head went there, not mine. I meant you could help me.”

  “Okay,” she agreed. “I need to go home and get changed though.”

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, I kissed her shoulder and then smiled up at her, “Why don’t you shower here?”

  Cammie smiled back. “Okay.”

  Two hours later, I was sitting outside of Cammie’s house, waiting while she changed out of a borrowed pair of basketball shorts and a huge t-shirt from me. Seconds later she came clattering down her stairs, hair flying in the wind and smiling. Now she was wearing a simple dress and blazer, but she took away my breath just the same.

  As she got in, I grinned over at her lazily. “I don’t know, I think I preferred the basketball shorts.”

  “You would,” she retorted. “I thought those were going to fall right off me.”

  Our drive to Bold Pictures was full of banter and laughter. Walking in, I didn’t worry about any ugly glances coming my way or finding irritated emails in my inbox. Finally, everything at the company had settled. People were on board with me and the new documentary.

  I put it down to Cammie’s influence.

  And, at the right moment, I was going to tell her so.

  First, we went to Max’s office. He grinned when we walked in, getting up from his desk to come over and hug me. “Simone called it,” he whispered in my ear, before clapping me on the back. “Cammie, I am so happy to see you. Glad this moron didn’t chase you off.”

  “It was a close call,” she said, hugging Max as well, and sticking her tongue out at me over his shoulder. “But you know how persuasive he can be.”

  “So,” he said, stepping back and gazing at her. “Tell me what you thought.”

  Cammie laughed, her cheeks flushing with color. “Did you see it? Oh you helped him, didn’t you? Oh my.”

  “Yes, of course. I thought it was a far stronger film idea. And moving – in a good way.” Max was beaming as he looked between us. “I loved it.”

  “I did too,” she said, her voice getting a little soft. “It was amazing. Thank you, Max, for everything. I just realized how hard the two of you must have worked and you have the two little ones…”

  “Don’t mention it,” Max said, waving a hand. “Are you two ready for the meeting?”

  “Meeting?” Cammie echoed, then shot me a look.

  I shrugged, walking over to the armchairs by the window. “Did I forget to mention that?”

  “Yes!” she exclaimed, following me. “What is it for?”

  “Discussing the new direction of the documentary,” I replied. “Showing the rough cut.”

  “Showing… To everyone?” Cammie sucked in a breath. “Wow.”

  Max was sitting back down at his desk as he said, “Cammie, this stuff has the potential to be an amazing film. But we’re going to need help. We need the team.”

  She glanced from me to Max and nodded. “What do you need me to do?”

  The meeting was scheduled for one of the smaller conference rooms, a cozy space with a huge screen at one end. It was meant for the creative team to watch and critique pieces together.

  However, I hadn’t explicitly said only the creative team was invited, and when I got there, people were sitting on the floor.

  Cammie squeezed my hand as we walked in, then she broke away from me to follow Max and fin a place along the wall. Meanwhile, I took center stage. Part of me wanted to have her up there with me, but for the moment, this was on me. I had to get my company on board.

  “Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming today,” I said, and the low buzz of chatter instantly fell quiet. “I’m surprised at the turnout. I see word travels fast.” A chuckle ran around the room, and I smiled. “That’s good – it’s not something I’d ever want to change about Bold.

  “Now, if you were not invited by email, please don’t consider it a slight. There were some people who had to be here. However, I’m glad to see there are so many people who apparently wanted to be here as well. In that regard – it was a test. I was curious to see how many people would want to see the rough cut.” Another laugh went around the room, and I joined in this time.

  “Get a bigger room next time,” someone called out from the back.

  “Noted!” I called back. “Now, we’ll be starting the film in a few moments. First things first, however; I want to tell you that we’ve gone in a bit of a different creative direction. And I welcome the feedback. Second, after the film, I am going to need the room to clear. The creative team does need to sit down and figure some things out. You know who you are.”

  Walking over
to the wall, I dimmed the lights and then hit play.

  I met Cammie’s eyes, glowing through the room as the music began to play and she winked at me before turning her attention to the screen.

  It went better than I could have imagined. People had visceral reactions – oh-ing, laughing and even laughing appreciatively. When it ended, the room burst into applause and Cammie was blushing. More than one person went over to her, hugging her and talking to her.

  Quite a few people were heading my way, too – but I held up my hands. “Sorry, folks!” I called out. “I understand your reaction, really I do, but I have to ask you to clear the room!”

  Chattering excitedly, most of the swarm left, and soon it was just the creative team, along with Lucy, who was frowning ferociously.

  “You know I’m going to have to draw up a new budget,” she said, hands on her hips. “I need to be here. I’m not leaving.”

  “Luce, that’s why you were invited.” I pointed out and rolled my eyes.

  “Just checking,” she responded airily.

  The fifteen of us stood in a loose circle, everyone bursting to talk at once. People were gushing about how great the new direction was and how excited they were to get to work on it.

  Max explained that we would probably need another two weeks of shooting, even though we’d technically wrapped on Friday. He gave instructions to get a smaller film crew together and for Hans to carefully go over the films we had from Cammie’s family, along with anything of me when I was younger. He nodded eagerly, his hair sticking up where his frazzled hands had run through it. As for me and Max, we were going to try to track down the film my dad had started to make of my mother. Lucy piped in about the budget.

  Finally, I talked marketing and other odds and ends.

  Thirty minutes later, we were walking out of the room and Cammie was smiling at me.

 

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