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Her dark hair lay tousled over her forehead, and her shorts rode high over her delicious thighs, particularly the one which pinned mine to the bed.
Damn, she smelled good too, like spiced soaps and suntan lotion and summer air.
My dick responded to her moans, and I tried to counteract it with thoughts of everything unsexy. The fact she was a McGowan, what it was like to see someone’s brains blown out, the fact I’d need to face my father... none of it worked. When she ground her hips against me, my crotch doubled down in its excitement.
Why did she have to be hot?
It would have been much easier to be married to someone I hated if she had the decency to be unattractive.
What was going on in her dream? God, I’d have loved to see that on TV. Was I touching her? Tasting her? Fucking her? My dick twitched against her thigh.
She rolled onto her back, her fingers against her upper thigh as she writhed against the bed. Goosebumps ripped over my arms, and I couldn’t help but reach out and drag a finger across the sheen on her collarbone. Her breath caught, and she tilted her face toward me. I froze, but she slept on.
‘Cam... don’t stop.’ Her sleeping murmur was barely a whisper, and I grinned at her words.
I ran my finger down over her sternum and followed her stomach down toward her hip. Her muscles flinched as I passed them, a little gasp escaping from her lips.
One of her legs stretched down the bed as she slipped her fingers between her thighs, her breath quickening. A pang of jealousy at whatever dream me was up to shot into me as I watched Maeve half heartedly touch herself, not awake enough to do it properly.
She wasn’t pinning me to the bed. I should have left. I should have walked out of the room and left that door between us firmly shut. But that made it even more appealing to stay and watch her.
The half whimpers and moans made me want to tear the real ones from her. I wanted my name on her lips in the real world. Deep down, it was madness and would only lead to more trouble, but would fucking the enemy be any worse than being married to her?
I placed my fingers over her own as she moved them against her already sodden pyjama shorts. I followed their movement as she woke.
Her eyes were slitted with lust and sleep when they first found my face, before widening as she felt my hand over her own. A red flush stole over her cheeks, more evident with the just lightening sky spilling in over her.
‘What are you doing?’ She pulled her hand from her crotch, leaving mine resting where hers had been.
‘You were having a dirty little dream about me. I was enjoying the view.’
‘I was not.’
I pressed against her wet shorts, and she gasped before covering her mouth.
‘We are going to play the pretend game from last night and pretend we aren’t who we are. And you are going to tell me about your dream.’
‘And if I refuse?’
‘Then I’ll stop touching your wet little cunt before you get a chance to come.’ Maeve swallowed hard as I took advantage of her hesitation to tell me to stop and slid my fingers beneath the pyjama shorts, drawing them up against her. She fisted her hands in the duvet below us and met my eyes.
‘I don’t think this game is a good idea.’
‘Me either. We can pretend it never happened tomorrow.’ My dick was fighting against my joggers as I rolled myself against her, manoeuvring my fingers to her clit and rolling it in a lazy circle. The way she bit her lip was like fucking crack to me.
‘All I have to do is let you touch me?’ Her thighs slackened against the bed as her hips lifted slightly against my hand.
‘And tell me about the dream.’
She was quiet for a minute as I continued to toy with her, the battle between lust and danger playing out across her face. ‘You understand I’m not going to fuck you?’
Not yet, I thought. The fact she was off limits to me emotionally only made the thought of driving her insane with pleasure even more tempting. It may not be reciprocated, but the thought of my enemy writhing desperately at my touch was a heady mind fuck.
‘I never said I wanted to fuck you.’ I said, slipping my fingers lower to the entrance of her, but refraining from delving them inside.
‘You told me you were hungry, and that you needed to taste me,’ she said, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
‘Hmm.’ I tried to just let her talk, to see where she was going to go with it.
