“You can check if you want. Just not tomorrow.”
Her laughter cascaded over me like bubbles from the Champagne she loved, but she fidgeted some more until her skirt was higher up her thighs.
“I’m sure you wear stuff like this to torment me.”
“Of course. I love feeding your fantasies.”
“You do that by breathing.”
Despite the compliment, she tipped her head to the side. “You seem pensive tonight.”
“Not at all.” I smoothed my fingers over her upper thighs.
“You weren’t like the others. Worried about your gift.”
I shrugged then smirked when she popped out her bottom lip. “There are a handful of hours before Christmas morning.”
“Maybe I want my gift now,” she drawled, reaching between us and stroking my cock through my pants.
“Your gift is more than my dick.”
“What did you get me?”
“Security.”
“More coins?”
I toyed with one of her thigh-highs, enjoying her tremble as I swept higher, over her inner thigh. “Nope.”
Whenever she graced me with a look this long, I felt her eyes bore into my soul. It laid me out before her. Blood and sinew and bones and a heart that beat for her alone.
I could tell she didn’t believe me. That she thought her gift included a coin or two to join my first real gift to her, and maybe in the future, it would. Aidan had dumped a shit ton of work onto my shoulders recently, and I knew he intended to bombard me as we began to separate the Firm to whitewash Shay’s background.
But her lips caught mine and thoughts of work swept away like driftwood on the shore. In her kiss, I knew she’d found whatever she’d sought.
Soft, tender pecks dotted over my mouth and chin and jaw. Spreading along my cheek and up to my ear, to my temple and the center of my forehead, where a furrow permanently resided.
When she rubbed her nose against mine, I relaxed back into the seat and groaned when the sound of the zipper retracting was overly loud in the silent car.
Gentle fingers retrieved me from within the folds of fabric, and I grunted as the tips danced over my length.
She shifted her feet, surging forward and up until she squatted over me. Sensing her hunger, I slid my hands over her inner thighs again and shifted the fabric of her panties aside.
My knuckles rubbed over her pussy along the way, earning the softest of mewls that deepened when I found her clit.
It was awkward and a tangle of limbs, but we made it work as I touched her and she held me until she brought us together—ass lowering and hand guiding me home.
I grunted as gravity did me the biggest of favors when her wet heat cosseted me from tip to midway down.
Camille licked her lips. “You know I’m never leaving you.”
She said it so matter-of-factly that the words sank into my fucking nerve endings. The sharp jolt of pleasure I experiencedhadhermoaning because my hips rocked, feeding another couple inches into the tight, hot clasp of her cunt.
“I like you to be safe.” I panted, hands tugging on her ass and drawing her deeper into me so that she could perch on my knee. “I need you to be free. And I know you choose to stay with me when you have the tools to leave me.”
It seemed obscene to have this discussion when she’d united us, but I knew she’d done it to keep me in place.
No way I’d avoid this conversation when she held my cock in her sweet, sweet pussy.
