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I caught her mouth with mine, swallowing her little gasps and moans as she got closer to unraveling. My dick was so hard it was barely contained by the robe.

“Oh, Cameron,” she moaned, and her entire body shuddered. I played at the slickness between her legs as she threw her head back and let the orgasm take over.

The second she was lucid again, she pulled the robe up over her ass and bent over the bench. “Take me, Cameron O’Connor,” she said, giving me a heavy-lidded stare over her shoulder.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, wanting to beat myself up. “No condom! It’s in my pants in the locker.”

She whirled around dropped to her knees in front of me. “No problem. But you have to be fast, got it?”

Felicity gave me a “payback’s a bitch” look as she placed a kiss on the tip of my dick.

“Maybe we should wait⁠—”

Felicity parted her lips and took my full length into her mouth, and I had to reach for the wall behind me to stabilize myself. There was no way I could stop her as she ran her tongue along my dick.

I was powerless, and she knew it.

“I’m still going to find a way…” I panted as Felicity placed her hand on my heavy balls. “I’m still going to find a way to fuck you.”

She finally pulled her mouth off me. “Oh, I know you are.”

I wound my fingers into her hair and surrendered to the sweetness of her lips and tongue, knowing that once I got my hands on a condom, I was still going to find a hidden-away spot in the spa so I could fuck her and make her come again and again.

19

CAMERON

The setup for our latest CamLicity moment was supposed to look off-the-cuff, but the number of people buzzing around made it clear that everything was choreographed in the social media influencer space. Felicity and I were going to be doing a “casual” interview with Lucy on a park bench with Central Park’s famous Bow Bridge framed behind us, to answer the top questions people wanted to know about our relationship. We’d already had a coaching session to get our stories straight, so I hoped we’d finish the interview quickly.

The last damn thing I wanted was to pretend to be romantic and spontaneous in Central Park—the very place where I’d proposed to Carolina. That had been spontaneous and romantic. It had also been a dumpster fire I could do without being reminded of.

But the choice of the location had been out of my hands. Oh, I probably could have put the kibosh on it if I’d really tried, but it felt petty when everyone else thought it was such a good idea. So, I’d have to grin and bear it, even though it irked me on a bone-deep level just to be here.

I also wasn’t thrilled with the level of choreography. On my dates with Felicity, everything had felt so natural, but this was entirely staged—and I wasn’t the one doing the staging. This was Lucy’s show, which left me powerless, carried along the current without any concern about what I wanted.

Lucy had sworn the interview would be quick and casual, but there was nothing “casual” about the guy outfitting us with mics, and the other one standing a few feet away with a light bouncer, and the armed guard looking after a treasure trove of Veritique rings, not to mention the makeup artist putting finishing touches on Felicity. I had to bite my tongue to keep from barking at a dresser who dared to suggest I switch out my tie to something “jazzier.” I was so ready to be done with this ridiculous bit of theater.

I paced, trying to keep from getting frustrated by how long the pre-work was taking.

“Are we nearly there?” I asked no one in particular, my voice tinged with impatience. “Felicity looks gorgeous without makeup, and I’m sure the natural light is just fine. Let’s get started.”

Lucy jogged over to me. “Just a few more minutes, I promise. It’s going to be so worth it! I asked my audience to send me questions, and I swear, I got like five hundred! People are loving you two together.”

I frowned. “But the questions you ask will be the ones we already went over, correct? I hope you’re not going to surprise us. Because I don’t like getting caught off guard.” Christ, I sounded like my father. But in moments like this, his “my way or the highway” approach started to make a frightening amount of sense to me.

Thankfully, Lucy looked horrified at the thought of springing anything on me. “Of course not! I might switch up the order of the questions, just so your responses sound natural, but that’s it. This is a Veritique commercial, first and foremost. The lovey-dovey stuff is a bonus!”

I gave her a curt nod. “Exactly. I think we forget that fact sometimes. We’re here for the company—not for us.”

Lucy giggled. “Sure, but it’s the two of you who are making the company such a hot topic! That photo of you and Felicity in the sauna was the most-liked image of the campaign so far. Did you read any of the comments?”

“No.”

Her face reddened as she grinned at me. “Oh, uh, I can’t repeat a lot of it, but let’s just say people had a good time guessing why you both looked so happy and sweaty.”

I allowed the hint of a smile at the memory from that day. We’d each had our fun in the sauna, and after the couples massage, I’d kicked the therapists out of the room and fucked Felicity over the edge of the massage table. It had been a memorable team building experience.

“Hi guys,” Felicity said as she joined us. “Finally finished. The makeup artist really had to do an overhaul on me.”