I catch his arm as he moves to stand, surprising both of us. "Don't."
His eyes narrow slightly. "Camille?—"
"I want to feel you again," I say, my voice steadier than I expected. "All of you. With nothing between us."
He studies my face, his expression unreadable. "That's not a good idea."
"I track my cycle meticulously," I tell him, pressing closer, feeling his resolve wavering in the tension of his body. "I'm in the safest part right now—almost zero chance of pregnancy." I lower my voice, lips brushing his ear. "And it felt so good yesterday in your office. I want that again. I want you to come inside me."
Something in his eyes changes—darkens, intensifies. "If we do this, there's no going back. You understand that?"
I'm not entirely sure what he means—no going back to using protection? No going back to pretending this is just casual? Butin this moment, I don't care about the implications. I just need him.
"Yes," I whisper.
With one fluid movement, he lifts me slightly, positions himself, and then pulls my hips down, impaling me on his length in one smooth stroke. I cry out at the sensation—the fullness, the heat, the slick slide of skin against skin with nothing between us.
"Fuck," he grunts, his fingers digging into my flesh.
I begin to move, rising and falling on him, the water creating an unusual buoyancy that changes the angle, the pressure. His hands guide my movements, setting a pace that quickly has me gasping.
"That's it," he growls, one hand sliding between us to slowly rub my clit. "Show me how much you need this cock."
His words push me higher, closer to the edge. The combination of the hot water, the night air on my wet skin, and his relentless rhythm is overwhelming. When his mouth closes around my nipple, sucking hard, I shatter, as waves of pleasure flow through me.
"Good girl," he praises, his voice strained as he fights his own release. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
He stands suddenly, lifting me with him. Water cascades from our bodies as he carries me to a padded lounger at the edge of the terrace. He lays me down, still inside me, and begins to move with renewed purpose, his strokes deeper, harder.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and groans, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me. The sensation—hot, pulsing, intimate beyond anything I've experienced—triggers another climax, even more intense than the first.
For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, his weight a delicious pressure pinning me to the lounger, our breathing gradually slowing. I feel him softening inside me,feel the evidence of his release beginning to leak from where we're joined. There's something profoundly intimate about it—something that feels like a claiming, like I now belong to him in some primal way.
"You're full of surprises, Camille Montclair," he finally murmurs against my hair, his voice holding a tone I haven't heard before—something almost like wonder.
And as we lie there beneath the Caribbean stars, I realize I've crossed yet another line I never intended to cross. The question now is whether Alexander is crossing it with me, or if I'm making this journey alone.
Chapter 10
Alexander
Iwake before Camille does, her warm body curved against mine. For a moment, I simply watch her sleep—the gentle rise and fall of her breath, the way her blonde hair spills across the pillow. Something tightens in my chest, an unfamiliar sensation I don’t want to examine too closely.
The sheet has slipped down during the night, revealing the gentle slope of her back. I lightly trace my fingers along her spine, watching as goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch. She doesn't stir yet, but her body responds instinctively, pressing back against mine.
My cock hardens immediately, as if it hasn't been buried inside her multiple times in the past twenty-four hours. There's something about Camille that keeps me wanting more.
I slide my arm around her, my palm finding the soft weight of her breast. It fits perfectly in my hand—small but perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body. I brush my thumb across her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. She makes a soft sound in her throat.
"Good morning," I murmur against her ear, my voice rough with sleep and desire.
She turns her head slightly, eyes still closed, a smile curving her lips. "Mmm..."
I continue my exploration, cupping and kneading her breast while my other hand slides down her stomach. Her skin is impossibly soft and warm from sleep. When my fingers dip between her thighs, I find her already wet.
"Someone’s ready for me again," I say, rubbing her clit slowly.
Her eyes flutter open now, cloudy with sleep and growing desire. "Alex..." She reaches behind her, fingers tangling in my hair.
