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I had been enjoying … this.
Whatever this was.
But I also worried that, even though he was gone, I could still feel him in my lower half, even more so in my chest.
“I’m ordering us a bottle of champagne.” She searched the crowd for our server and called him over, putting in her request. The moment the waiter was gone from our table, she said, “Thanks for tomorrow’s hangover, Camden.” She wiggled her wineglass in the air, laughing. “While he’s off, doing who knows what with who knows who, we’re going to have a blast.”
I lifted my glass and tapped it against hers, my throat tight, my chest now slightly achy. “Yes. To that.”
I glanced down as I felt my phone vibrate.
Camden
You will be sucking my dick without your teeth. Very soon.
EIGHT
Camden
I’d needed to get out of the bar. Away from Oaklyn and the temptation that had been fucking haunting me. Not only had she given me two fantasies that were hot as hell—scenarios that I couldn’t wait to enact, screams that would fill my ears in a way I was dying to hear—but she had also pleaded with me to come up with an idea of my own.
Anal.
Was there anything better?
When I presented the idea, I knew it was a long shot. I knew she would have reservations, but what I liked even better than her immediately agreeing was that she fought back.
A little spiciness that had come out of nowhere.
That I’d never seen from her before, making me want her ass even more.
Somehow, I was going to find a way in there before making my way into her pussy even if I only used a finger.
But the real highlight of this evening was that after learning more about me, she hadn’t changed her mind, and that told me she was a woman who had a lot of trust in me.
Who was willing to do anything for pleasure.
Who believed me when I told her she would never leave my presence unsatisfied.
Words that I meant wholeheartedly.
And then, like I was living in a goddamn fairy tale, the conversation shifted to her biting my dick—something I knew she wouldn’t do, but, dammit, I enjoyed the threat. It was as though our conversation had triggered her to think about giving me head, as though she couldn’t get my cock out of her mind.
Her desire to get me off so incredibly fierce that she couldn’t help but mention it.
Man, I appreciated that.
I wanted that.
I would fucking do almost anything to make that happen.
Was there a purer, more innocent, perfect woman than Oaklyn Rose?
That was why I’d needed to leave. To escape these two women who were choking me for entirely different reasons. To be around my boy, Macon, and listen to him talk about the chick he’d fucked last night to distract me.
Because these thoughts—the ones swirling, the ones marinating, the ones fucking owning me—weren’t me, nor were they making sense.
So, I’d texted Macon and told him where to meet me, and I’d hidden my hard-on as I got up from the table that I shared with the perfect girl and my PI of a sister. I rushed a block down the street, where Macon was already waiting for me.
