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He starts to move his firm fist up and down over the length, slow at first. My hips lift of their own volition, arching to feel more of his finger. A second one joins the first, curling inside me.

“Cam—please,” I whine.

I’m writhing uncontrollably, incapable of remaining still.

His fist moves faster and faster, pressing on his cock. He hisses and brings the tip closer to me, right against my clit, replacing his thumb.

It’s so much better. Harder, and velvet soft, and so fucking hot.

“Please, please, Camden, oh please,” I scream, as he rubs it up and down my folds, pressing hard, then soft, then tapping against my bundle of raw ends.

“You want my cock, don’t you, Morgan?”

I’m a mess. I need him deep inside me, sating the void in my core, and I don’t see any reason not to tell him so. “Yes. Yes, please.”

I’d do anything for him to forget everything I ever said and sink inside me right now. Every part of my body’s tensing, trembling. My vision blurs, as he keeps driving his fingers in and out of me, following the same rhythm he uses to pump his cock, faster and faster.

The waves of pleasures coursing through me reach a level where they’re downright painful—I need a release. I can’t possibly take more.

Then inexplicably, he withdraws his hand from my burning flesh, and removes his cock from my clit altogether.

I watch him smirk as he keeps jerking his cock, and comes with a grunt all over my pussy and my belly, covering me in warm fluid.

I should be repulsed. I’m not.

An alarm buzzes in the distance.

“Twenty minutes gone, princess.” The bastard has the nerve to wink at me, before getting to his feet and pulling his pants back on. “I’d make you come if I could, but a deal is a deal. And I am, after all, a man of my word.”

My eyes widen.

Oh, no. He can’t mean to do this. He wouldn’t be so much of a dick as to leave me in this state.

I gape at him, wordless, still reeling, every nerve on edge.

He’s not going to leave me like this. Is he?

“Camden—”

“What, princess, do you need something from me?” His voice is laced with honey and poison.

If he thinks I’m going to spell it out, he’s crazier than I thought.

“If you did, I’d be amenable to help you out, of course. For a price. The boyfriend has to go.”

Not this again. Trent is irrelevant, and my dumping him became a foregone conclusion tonight, but if Camden thinks I’m going to let him bully me into it, he doesn’t know me at all.

“What do you think it’ll achieve, making me break up with my boyfriend, Camden?” I hiss between my teeth. “Trent or no Trent, I’m not going to agree to become your sex toy.”

My actions tonight might have blurred the line, but there was no monetary exchange on the line with this deal. What he wants from me long term reduces me to a prostitute—something I have strived to avoid my whole life.

“I’m doing you a favor before you die of boredom. Really, Morgan? The boy is a tool.”

“You’re jealous,” I tell him, eyes narrowed.

He laughs, like he’s never heard a more ridiculous claim. “Right. I’ve always wanted to be a limp biscuit.Come on.You and I both know I can cock a finger and have every girl here on their knees, mouths open.”

“Not every girl.” And that’s what kills him. The fact that I’m not falling at his feet. If I did, he’d forget all about me.

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