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Another yawn stole over me as I threw my phone down on the bed beside me. I needed to sleep, but every part of me kept fighting against the ability to relax. I got up and checked the lock on the door, relieved to find it still securely shut.
There was one surefire way to drop off into sleep, and that was an orgasm. I pulled the curtains and turned on some music, dialling it up to drown out the outside, and keep them from hearing me.
I flopped back against the bed, pulling off my yoga pants and laying back with just my baggy t-shirt covering me. God, the bed was like a cloud, a pity I’d not been able to shut off my brain enough to actually enjoy sleeping in it.
Letting the world fade away behind the loud music and my closed eyes, I slid my fingers to the bundle of nerves that would get me off the quickest. Try as I might to avoid it, Cameron slipped into my mind, reminding me the last time I’d been chasing orgasm had been with him in between my thighs. A moan escaped at the memory while my insides clenched with pleasure. Oh yes, my body held onto the memories of him I’d rather forget.
Soon the circling of my fingers had me writhing against the bed and trembling at the approaching wave, but before it could wash me away, I heard a click at the door. I opened my eyes and saw Cameron standing there, keys in hand and his face awash with that solid cold he emanated so often. Until his eyes flicked to my hand on my clit and a flash of hunger gave him away ever so briefly. I should have covered myself, let the embarrassment that washed over me win out. But I didn’t. I needed to come and having those hateful eyes watching me sent a tingle down my side.
Fuck him. I needed this. He could either watch or leave, but I wouldn’t cower for him.
I slipped two fingers inside myself and groaned as he leant against the door, neither approaching nor leaving. My t-shirt rode up as I reached up to toy with my nipple as I fucked myself slowly, enjoying his eyes on me far more than I should.
Alternating between fucking myself with my fingers and rolling them around my clit, I was soon nearing an orgasm. He never took those dark eyes off of me and I arched my back to give him a better view. He was rapt, and it made me feel powerful. Like this was one thing no-one could take from me. My pleasure was in my hands and he could do nothing but watch from the sidelines. A glance at his trousers brought a grin to my face. Despite his cold, hard stare, Cameron was enjoying the view.
Threads of pleasure twisted through me, knotting in my groin as they built. I never took my eyes off of Cameron, letting him see the desire I felt, letting him see that I refused to be trodden down. He subtly shifted against the door, pushing his rock solid dick to the left in his trousers, it looking almost painfully restricted with how stiff he was.
Fuck, why was he so goddamned hot? I slid my eyes from his dick to his face, where he licked at his lips. A bolt of desire at the memory of his tongue sent me over the edge and rocketing into a body quaking orgasm.
My moans rang out unfettered as I rode the waves, riding my fingers until the last tremors subsided. If cartoon stars could have appeared over my head, they would have. At last my body relaxed completely and if Cameron hadn’t been there, I would have slipped into a dream for sure.
But he was there. Still staring, still hard, still cold.
‘If you are quite finished, dinner is in twenty minutes,’ Cameron said before turning without another word and letting himself back out of the room, locking it back up on the outside. Shit, of course he must have another key.
And just like that, the powerful feeling fled, leaving me angry and ashamed.
I launched a pillow at the closed door before burying my face in the sheets and letting out a scream.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CAMERON
Holy shit.
What an unexpected welcome home it had been to find Maeve fucking herself on my bed. I’d expected her to stop and cover herself, but she’d looked me right in the eyes and kept going. Fuck, if anything, she’d seemed even more into it with me watching. My poor cock had ached as it strained to join her, to feel her twitch around me rather than her fingers, to know that her moans belonged to me. So much for keeping her off of my mind.
She sat beside me at the table as the staff poured our wine, looking every bit like catching her in the act had been a figment of my imagination. Her mussed hair had been pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, and her flushed cheeks were now only the faintest tinge of pink. She’d put on jeans and a sweatshirt despite it being pretty warm. To deflect my attention maybe?
Katie slipped into the seat across from me, leaving the head of the table for our father, as always. The dining table could seat sixteen people comfortably, but since Mum had left, it had only even been Father, Katie and I. The rest of the seats remained unused. Our family may have been powerful, and held long acquaintances and business agreements with other syndicates, but none of us ever felt like inviting friends round. Who would willingly inflict our fucked up family life on other people? Well, Father would. Thankfully, he preferred to entertain elsewhere.
I watched as Maeve took a sip of her wine, her eyelids fluttering closed for a second as she let the rich red swirl over her tongue before swallowing. My dick twitched against my thigh and I stifled a moan with a cough. Like a goddamned teenager. What was she doing to me?
Her eyes flicked to mine as I watched her, and she cocked an eyebrow at me.
Katie cleared her throat as she set her own glass down with a grin. ‘Finally managed to drag Cam’s ass back to the house for you, Maeve.’
‘I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if he was here,’ Maeve said, shrugging a shoulder.
‘Well, I care that he’s abandoning you here. If he does it again, I’m going to whisk you off somewhere hot with me and we’ll drown ourselves with cocktails and flirt with the locals.’
‘You will not.’ I shot Katie a look that I hoped said cut it the fuck out.
‘If you are too busy sulking off in Edinburgh, you’ll have no idea we’ve even gone.’ Katie shot back, and I took a steadying breath. Why was she trying to bait me? Why did she care if I was there for Maeve?
‘Why would you even care if I did?’ Maeve asked, her fingers toying with the stem of her glass idly as she met my eyes.
I opened my mouth before closing it again. Why did I care? Was it because she was my wife and appearances mattered in our business? Maybe a little. Or was it because the thought of her paying positive attention to another man made my intestines recoil. The thought of someone else luxuriating in her laughter or watching her lips and picturing them on him made me want to throttle something. The idea of her showing that vulnerability she’d briefly let me see to someone else... Shit. I was in deeper than I let myself believe. In deeper than just wanting her physically.
