Ava reaches us first, and Juju points out Stacy and Tammy in the window.
“Do you think you could finish up the tour with those two girls? Really all that’s left is to show them to their rooms and point out all the high points.”
“Got it. We’re on it,” Erin says. She takes another look at Juju and then me and grins. “Mm-hmm. I see what’s happening here. You two hot and horny lovebirds go get some for the rest of us.”
Ava’s cheeks turn red and so do Juju’s, but she surprises me by hugging the girls and taking my hand, tugging me toward the resort.
“You’re a lifesaver. Thank you,” she calls, laughing as she pulls me inside.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CONVENIENCE
JULIANA
“Is everything okay?” Camden asks as I drag him into the back entrance of the resort.
“Yes,” I say, moving faster. “Follow me.”
We go down the hall, and I find the closest conference room. It’s the smallest one, and on the side is a smaller room, a little bigger than a closet, with a computer and sound system for the times when groups are here and need to do presentations. When I lead him to the smaller room, Camden stares at me.
“Juju,” he says, voice low.
“Camden,” I say, just as low.
“Did you bring me back here to?—”
“I brought you back here to make you deliver on that look you were giving me outside,” I tell him.
“What look was that?” he asks, his husky voice sending my heart racing.
“The look that said you were imagining doing very, very naughty things to me.”
His hands find my waist, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“You have no idea how many naughty things I want to do to you,” he says.
“I think I might,” I say.
Our mouths collide, and when I stand on my tiptoes to reach him better, he grips my ass and presses our bodies together. Breathless, I pull away and turn to face the table, which has a computer and small sound system sitting on top of it. Then I bend over and look at him over my shoulder.
“How did you read my mind?” he asks. “I’ve been imagining lifting this skirt and doing this all afternoon.”
His hands are already sliding up my skirt, and when he gets to my cheeks, he gives one side a little smack and then rubs out the sting.
“Either I can totally read your mind or you weren’t as subtle as you think.” I arch into his hands, and he groans when he dips under my lace and finds me wet. “We don’t have long. Someone might walk in.”
“You are so ready for me,” he says, rubbing my wetness all over me.
“Yes, I am.”
He unzips his pants and tugs my underwear until it rips apart. I gasp and then let out a long moan when he buries himself inside me.
“Ohhh,” he groans. “I was so ready for you too. How are we gonna make this last?”
“We can go slow later. Fuck me hard, Camden. I need it.”
“Are you so greedy?” he asks, pumping in and out, faster and faster.
