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“Shh, Princess,” Cam’s voice soothed. “It’s just me.”
“Charming!” I slapped his shoulder for good measure. “You scared me.”
He smirked, pulling me in closer to his body. “Seemed like the only way I could get your attention. Everyone needed you.”
“And did you?”
“What?”
“Need me?” I fluttered my eyelashes. Like the conversation we’d had only days ago wasn’t playing in my mind on a loop.
“Fuck.” Laughing, Cam tugged my body into his. “Always, Princess.” He looked around for a moment, like he was deciding if the coast was clear, and then dipped his head, capturing my lips with his. It was everything I’d wanted. Everything Ineeded.
I melted into his arms, into the kiss, like we weren’t in the middle of the hallway, both of our organizations on the other side of a thin piece of fabric.
Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of him when he kissed me like this. Everything else just melted away, and it was just him andme and the way he was coaxing my mouth open. His hands slipped in my hair, and it waseverything?—
“Cam,” I warned, as his grip dug into my hip—though his hand was desperately close to my thigh slit. Where I wanted it, needed it. And yet… “We can’t.”
Not here.Not where anyone could find us as I let him have hischarmingway with me.
“You say that, but…” His fingers dragged up the bare skin of my arms as his breath ghosted over my neck. “If I touch you, you’re going to be wet for me, aren’t you?”
His eyes flared with liquid lust.
I whimpered, because hewould.How could I deny it? I had been—all night.
“Ella,” he groaned.
“Not here,” I whispered, holding onto his arms, like I needed him to stay standing. Maybe I did. And wasn’t that the craziest part of all of this? How he knew just how to affect me? I hated how one touch, one word, hell, even onelook,and I was melting for him.
“Come on.” He pulled me towards a supply closet, barely big enough for the both of us to fit inside of it.
“Better?” Cam asked, and I could almost feel the smirk on his face rather than see it.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I muttered, and my lips were back on his before he could say anything else.
I was all too aware of his presence, even in the dark closet, the cracks of light only giving us the faintest of illuminations.
His lips moved down to my neck, kissing and sucking, though never long enough to leave a mark, as if he knew I wouldn’t want to be discovered, knew that this thing between us was still secret, and I didn’t know how to feel about that.
Because on the one hand, I didn’t want anyone to find out. And yet… I wanted him to mark me. Wanted the proof that I washis.Wanted to claim him in front of everyone, consequences be damned.
Pulling my dress up, his hand danced along my inner thigh before finding what he was looking for. And I knew he’d be proved right, but I didn’t care, as long as he touched me, as long as?—
“You’re not wearing any panties?” He groaned, his fingers brushing over my core as I held back a moan.
I shook my head. “Didn’t want them to show. The fabric—” It hugged my hips, and panty seams were not exactly my style.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Those lips found mine again, but he didn’t give me what I wanted. But I wasn’t above begging as I shifted my hips, desperate for friction. “Dripping wet for me, huh, Princess?”
“Yes,” I agreed as he dipped a finger inside of me. I spread my legs further apart for him, resting my weight against the shelf so that I wouldn’t fall. Trying to kill him? He was killingme. “Please.”
“What do you want?”
“More,” I begged, squirming in his hold.
“You’re gonna be quiet for me, aren’t you? My good girl.”
