I lifted one of my legs onto the desk, allowing him in even deeper, and when he was filling me completely, I cried out with a pleasure that I’d never felt before. He went harder and faster still, and to help him, I slammed back onto him as he drove into me. My breath was coming in short, sharp gasps that grew faster and faster as he sped up. And then, just to tip me over the edge, he reached his hand around me and his fingers found my clit. He worked it in small, tight circles as he continued to thrust into me. I closed my eyes and gripped the desk, waiting for the inevitable orgasm to rip me apart. When it came, when I came, Cam dropped forward onto my body and wrapped his arms around me. It felt tender almost. He brought his lips to my ear, planting a small kiss on the back of it.
‘Have you forgotten your name yet?’
I shook my head. ‘No.’
He chuckled, the deep vibrations giving me instant goosebumps. ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’
‘Why?’
‘So we can do that all over again until you do.’
CHAPTER 24
I’d had a weird dream . . . orwasit a dream? I rolled over and reached to the other side of the bed. Had Cam really been there? When my hand felt nothing, I realised with a disappointed sigh that caught me off guard, that it had all been a dream after all.
But then, a familiar scent wafted up from the bed. ‘Wait!’ I sat up and looked around. He wasn’t in the bed, but it hadn’t been a dream either. I walked onto the patio and looked towards the sea, and there he was. Did this guy ever stop swimming? I rolled my shoulders. Everything felt tense, especially that rotator cuff. I was meant to go to physio, but I was here in the Seychelles instead.
I went back inside, excited to send the footage from my camera to Sharaz. The sooner she had it, the sooner I could leave this island.
I opened my laptop – and froze.
I’d turned it off last night, but now the home screen sprang to life. An alarm went off in the back of my head as I located the file and pressed play.
I blinked.
Black screen.
I hit play again.
Still blackness.
It took my brain a few seconds to catch up, to process what I was seeing – or more accurately what I wasnotseeing.
And when it did . . .
‘YOUASSHOLE!’ I rushed outside and yelled at Cam, whowas bobbing up and down in the water like some carefree idiot who hadn’t just ruined my life. ‘You deleted my footage.’
‘Maybe keep your voice down, honey bunny. Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbours,’ he said, walking to shore like this was some casual day at the beach and not a full-blown crisis.
‘Shit,’ I hissed under my breath, realising too late that I had just screamed my espionage activities to the entire island. But I was furious – no, furious didn’t vaguely cut it; I was murderous.
When he reached the beach, he bent down casually to pick up his towel. I put my foot on it to stop him.
‘Why the hell would you do that? You knew I needed that footage to finish this job and get off this damn island. Which, by the way, is whatyouwant too. Like you said, it’s way too small for both of us. So why screw it up for me? Why screw it up for yourself? You want me gone just as much as I want to be gone.’
‘Maybe Idon’twant you gone.’
‘Huh?’ My foot slid off the towel in shock. ‘Why?’
‘Maybe I want to spend more time with you.’
‘What the hell does that even mean?’
He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. ‘I haven’t seen you in six years, Lizzy. We used to be so close. We spent every day together for so long, and then . . .’ He trailed off.
‘What?’
‘We had that night together, and it was amazing, and then—’
