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“Cameron.” He nods at me. “It’s nice to see you again. How’s your father?”
“He’s good,” I say. “Anyway, I’d love to stay and chat, but we have to be somewhere.”
He looks relieved, then he nods. “We’ll catch up soon.”
I nod. Preferably when you're wearing clothes.
I keep walking but then I turn around when he calls out my name.
“Can we can keep this between us?” he asks, frowning at me.
I nod, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
“Of course, sir,” I say.
I take Darcy’s hand again and walk out. The moment we reach the parking lot, she bursts into laughter. She stops, to double over, gasping for breath, while I stand there and shake my head.
“Are you alright?” I say with a chuckle.
“He’s a judge?” she giggles.
I nod. “Not only that, he’s an old friend of my fathers. He also happens to be married with three kids.”
She stares at me, her eyes widening. “You’re kidding,” she whispers.
I grin at her. “I shit you not.”
She shakes her head. “I guess it shows you never really know people.” She nudges me in the side. “But then again, you surprised me. You keep surprising me.”
I smile and open the car. If I didn’t feel guilty before, I sure as hell do now.We check into the hotel, which has been paid for, courtesy of Darcy's friend, Linton. She sits down on the king size bed and smiles as she looks around. It’s a pretty nice room, complete with a great view of the city skyline and a spa bath big enough for the both of us. I smirk as Darcy runs her hand over the bedspread, then she closes her eyes and sighs, a dreamy smile on her face.
“Good?” I ask.
“Maybe you should come over here and find out for yourself?” she suggests.
Her eyes sparkle as I saunter over to the bed. I push her back against the mattress, then I climb onto the bed so I’m hovering over her.
“Feels pretty good to me,” I mutter.
She kisses me softly, her lips touching mine sending me into a frenzy.
“If you’re not comfortable sharing the bed with me—”
“Do I seem uncomfortable to you?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.
I chuckle. “Good point. I guess I didn’t want to be presumptuous and assume anything,” I say with a smirk. “Like I wouldn’t want to just assume that you want to kiss me right now.” I lift her mouth to mine and kiss her softly, the feel of her soft lips leaving me wanting more.
“Then maybe I can be presumptuous for the both of us?” she says.
She wriggles out from under me, then lays me down on the mattress, straddling me. I swallow as she lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it aside. I run my hands down over the curve of her back, loving the way her body reacts to my touch.
“I like it when you take control,” I grin.
I run my fingers along the side of her body and sigh, because I could touch her body all day. She squirms, then laughs, pressing her body against mine. I sigh, because every roll of her hips is making me harder, as if she didn’t have me rock hard already.
“I just want to explore every single inch of you,” I growl, running my fingers down her back. She narrows her eyes at me and smiles playfully.
“There you go again,” she teases. “Only thinking about yourself.”
“That’s right. I have a reputation for being selfish,” I say with a chuckle. “Didn’t you know? Can I show you just how selfish I can be?”
She breathes in as I push her bra above her breasts, using my thumb to massage her nipples. She rocks herself against me, eyes closed, as her grip on my stomach tightens. I grunt as she digs her nails in, my reaction making her dig into me even harder. She tilts her head back, the sensation on my thumb rubbing her nipples, nearly enough to make her orgasm on the spot.
I groan as she leans over and kisses me again, her mouth ravishing mine, while she reaches down and into lacy thong. I groan as she frees my cock, her hands wrapping tightly around my shaft. I start laughing so hard, I’m soon at the point where I can’t stop.
She sits back up straight, raising her eyebrows at me, which only makes me laugh harder. She reaches under my dress and puts her hand inside my lacy thong—
Yeah, no. Not happening.
I rub my forehead and cringe, because talk about a moment killer.
“Are you going to share what is so goddamn funny?” she asks.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “I’ve still got my mind on before, at the festival,” I explain.
She stares at me, but her eyes are shining.
“Of course, because what else would you be thinking about, but your father’s judge friend, while my hands are stroking your dick?” she asks with attitude.
