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You take everything in me apart, and it’s terrifying.
“Thought so.”
Cameron leaves the bed, and I am instantly chilly. I put myself back together and observe the others in the same spot we left them, drinking and chatting.
“Something to drink?” Cameron asks, and I decline while he gulps the amber liquid down.
We prepare popcorn and head to the theater room. There are four luxurious, velvet bed-like seats placed around the room.
The other couples cuddle together while Cameron and I are on opposite ends of the bed. I steal glances at him, but he looks straight at the screen, and it bothers me.
My frustration simmers low. I shift, and it’s as if that was the cue he needed. He drags me to his chest and covers me with the blanket. I’m too focused on the sensation he brings out in me to pay attention to the movie. His finger runs up and down my stomach under my blouse.
I turn in his arms and pat his chest. “Does it hurt?”
“No.”
“I’m competitive.”
“I’ve seen that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“You’re mad.”
“Not because of that. And I am not mad. I am proud of you, but I wanted to fuck you. When you said no, I... I am not used to rejection.”
He might be crass, but this talk feels monumental—he’s opening up to me and I’m allowing him to touch me. We remain entangled for the rest of the movie. When it ends, we leave with the others.
Upstairs, a young man wearing glasses waits for us with a laptop in his arms.
“Rowan will program your retina so you can access the bunker any time,” Cameron says.
This means so much. I approach Rowan with a pep in my step. We hop in the golf cart and drive home when it’s done.
I miss Cameron’s arms around me; that’s when it hits me how much power he has over me.
I leave Violet at the entrance and drive the golf cart into the garage. I’m pumped with raging desire. I try to calm myself by breathing in and out, but this need threatens to make me combust. How incredible she felt in my arms. I wanted to take her right there with sheer desperation.
I have never wanted a woman more. Gasoline courses through my veins, heating my blood. Sex has always been a straightforward deal for me; it was just getting off but there was never more behind it. What the fuck has she done to me?
I take the stairs to my bedroom. Shedding my shirt, I caress the reddened spot on my chest, remembering how determined she looked to take me down. And fuck, that image of her is damn sexy, making me all hot for her. I take off my pants next; my thigh is extra sensitive from the other rubber bullet.
I smile as I take a hot shower and stroke my dick in long, furious jerks. It’s not enough, damn it. I want her small hand wrapped around my cock. Imagining her on her knees for me, taking all of me in her pretty mouth and down her little throat, desperate to be my good girl who wants to please me, pushes me over the edge. I come with a shudder. Cum spurts over the glass when I want to paint her body in it. Flattening my palms on the shower glass, I hang my head. I’m nowhere near calm.
I hope she doesn’t come to me tonight. I’m ready to explode. Drying myself, I put on a fresh pair of boxers.
I’m answering emails on the bed when the door creaks open. There she is, stepping inside—my greatest fantasy, walking toward a starved beast that’s looking for a sweet bite of his prey. Violet has changed so much, from a frightened mouse to this woman tipping my world upside down.
She closes the door behind her. I put my phone on the nightstand while she gets comfortable in the armchair.
“Go on,” she says, this strange connection sizzling between us.
I need her to tell me it’s not only me who feels unbalanced. Who wants more from this, from us.
“We have a deal.”
