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When his dessert arrives, Camden slides it across the table to me.
It looks delicious, and I am starting to feel hungry, so I take his cake and devour the whole thing before my smoothie gets here, like the brat he accused me of being.
He stares at me with a smile that tells me he’s thinking of all the ways he can make me pay for my behavior later.
Part of me wonders whether I’m pushing him just to see how far my leash goes on Fridays. I shouldn’t. I know Camden’s capable of the kind of depravity I hadn’t even considered possible before him. But I get more leeway today than I normally would, thanks to my ribs. If I’m going to push his buttons, now’s the time.“So, what’s the plan today, master?”
He takes the napkin under his now-empty dessert plate and brings it to the corner of my mouth, wiping some cream or sugar from my skin. “Teaching you that actions have consequences.”
I shiver in all the right and all the wrong ways all at once.
Before he can pull back, I wrap my mouth around his thumb, and lick it clean. "Do your worst.”
I never knew I had this in me—the drive to play games, although I can tell I’m on the losing end—but of course, he’d bring it out.
All other concerns aside, Camden is the one man I’ve ever desired, and I was looking at him when he didn’t know I existed—not like a psycho stalker, but whenever we were in the same place, I couldn’t stop staring, for longer than I care to admit. I had my first wet dreams about him—and every one since.
And for what it’s worth, being his every Friday means something else. He’s also mine.
It’s not a comfortable arrangement. I don’t have him exclusively, not even on my day. I am certain that he’ll get bored soon. But for now, wild as it is, Camden Hunt is looking at me and seeing something worth exploring.
This is going to end badly for me, but I might as well enjoy the fall.
ChapterForty-Six
I know we’re just killing time in town because it would make no sense to return to Thorn Falls for the afternoon when Camden’s charity gala is tonight, but all the same, today almost feels like a date.
After the café, we walk aimlessly along the beach.
“You make a beautiful couple, if I may say so,” an old lady seated on a bench tells us.
I blink in surprise.
I’m wearing a black maxi dress with a colorful flower print, courtesy of Valentina’s excellent taste. It was easy to put on, like the rest of the things she selected for me, taking my ribs into consideration. The back dips low, almost to my tail bone, and Camden’s hand rests just at the hem. I suppose we do look intentionally coordinated in our matching clothes, but it never occurred to me that I could look like anything but what I am: a toy on a wealthy guy’s arm.
“Thank you,” Camden replies, unbothered. “So do you.”
The man next to the old lady holds her hand as he feeds the screaming, entitled, arrogant seagulls. “Fifty-seven years and counting,” he says proudly.
Camden whistles. “Damn. My parents didn’t last even five years. Any tips for how to make it work for so long?”
The old couple exchange a look that’s almost too intimate, communicating without a word.
“Compromise,” the man says.
His wife nods eagerly. “You bend when you can, and stay firm when you can’t. People fight too much over the little things, so the big ones don’t feel important when they come up.”
Camden nods. “That’s great advice.”
I don’t try to disguise my snort as we walk away. “Great advice? Likeyou’dbend about anything.”
The corners of his lips hike up in that infuriating, unfairly gorgeous, wicked grin. “The beauty of buying myself a girl Friday. You’re flexible enough for both of us.”
I swat his arm off my ass. He laughs and wraps it around my shoulders, kissing my cheek. “Come on, princess. Let’s check out the pier. You can blow me on the Ferris wheel.”
I don’t blow him: he fucks my face as I kneel between his legs, despite my protest that the people in the next cabins could probably see us. In fact, I think the notion only serves to make the cock in my mouth harder, more unrelenting. I choke on it, and Camden only pushes my head deeper on his lap. In a moment of panic, I wonder if that’s how I’m gonna die. What would the coroner’s report say? Likely not “murdered by a nine-inch cock.”
“Relax, princess. Breathe in.”
