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‘And this conversation is not over, by the way.’
Cameron pulls his hands from his pockets and looks over at Jules.
Is she worth the risk? Parts of his anatomy say yes, but their instant connection on the phone, and then physically in person, is so similar to how things started with Braden, and look how that ended up. Battered confidence and leaving the state abruptly to move to Canberra. He still gets guilt flushes about his unfriendly, unprofessional exit from his old job. He thought it was worth it because he was protecting himself, but being back in Sydney has made his decision feel like all he’s done is hit pause on his life for a year.
He can’t put himself in a position where he’d need to make that choice again.
What he can do is cave to the sexual connection he and Jules share and embrace the arrangement they have in place. One week for a conference fling, like Jules wanted. Whenever, wherever, whatever. With Jules he’s down for it all. Then it ends and they’ll both have gotten what they want. He’ll have been with Jules but there’ll be no risk to his career, and she’ll have had her conference fling and broken her sex drought, or sated whatever urge it was that made her want the fling in the first place.
There should be zero doubts when he’s got one week of companionship with an incredible, sexy woman who lights him up when she smiles at him.
Like now.
He’s metres away but her smile hits like lightning between his ribs. Pure need threads through his veins like ichor, evaporating Carrie’s words from his mind.
He stalks towards Jules, watching her eyelids grow heavy and her grip on her phone go limp.
The green room isn’t busy. He knows from hearing Carrie talk about it that after mid-week shows the performers tend to rush home. It’s why he feels no compunction whatsoever as he takes Jules’s hand again, feeling a sizzle through his body, and leads her on a detour instead of heading straight for the dressing room.
‘Where’re we going?’ she asks, but doesn’t pull from his hold. ‘The sign said the dressing room was that way.’
‘It is. But first I need to do something.’
He pulls her into a hidden alcove behind a stack of room-dividers that always seem to be there, and finally, finally, gets his mouth on her.
There’s no hesitation before she’s kissing him back, giving as good as him, kissing him with so much force that he knows, despite appearances, he wasn’t the only one who’s been thinking about this for the past two hours.
He presses a hand to the bare skin between her shoulder blades and the other grips her hip and pulls her in closer. Her tongue licks at the seam of his lips and he opens up, stroking her tongue with his and tasting salt and wine and Jules.
She pulls back, breathing heavily, gripping onto his shoulders like she needs it to keep her upright. ‘Your sister is just around the corner. I had no idea you’d be such an exhibitionist.’
He buries his face in her neck. ‘I’m not usually, but you drive me wild.’
‘Same.’
He runs his nose along her skin, kisses where her pulse races beneath his lips, scrapes his teeth over the same spot. She shudders.
Jules wiggles a hand between their bodies to his shirt, slipping the top button free and pressing her palm to his skin. ‘You have a way of making me throw all my rules out the window.’ Her voice is breathy. ‘When you were touching me before the show … I seriously considered it.’
‘Considered what?’ Cameron’s lost the train of conversation, busy kissing the exposed skin between her collarbones and her breasts.
Jules moves her hands to his neck and angles his head to hers. Cameron’s heart bangs so hard against his ribcage, it’s probably a medical disorder.
She looks at him through hooded lashes. ‘Exhibitionism. Letting you keep holding me against your body while I rubbed off on you until I came, right out there on the balcony before the show.’
‘Holy fucking hell, Jules.’ Cameron’s dick twitches. He presses his forehead to hers and steals a kiss from her.
‘I know. I’ve never been this adventurous with sex,’ she says while they kiss, her fingers sliding into his hair and scratching his scalp, sending goosebumps down his neck. ‘You’re bringing out sides of me I didn’t even know I had.’
‘You too,’ Cameron confesses, slipping his thigh between her legs and pressing. Jules arches against him and rubs, like she’d apparently been imagining doing on the balcony. And fuck if that doesn’t make the blood rush faster to his dick, thinking of how wanton he can make Jules.
And how she makes him feel the same. ‘This dress hugging your curves has had me horny all night,’ he confesses. ‘Sitting next to you in the dark was torture. The things I wanted to do to you. I could barely focus on the music.’
‘What things?’ she demands breathlessly. ‘I shared mine. It’s only fair.’
Cameron leans into the rough edges of his voice, knowing Jules likes it. He grips her ass, grinding her against his thigh, staring into her eyes as he talks. ‘Things like placing my hand on your thigh. Like hooking my foot in between your legs and holding your legs apart. Like slipping my hand between the layers of your dress and cupping you, so I could feel that burning heat and know you were as wild with desire as I was.’
Jules’s pupils expand until he can barely see the blue. ‘Cameron.’
