“More than I can say.”
Camellia pulled back and leveled her gaze at me. “Fuck me, Aaron. Right now.”
In the distance, I could hear one of our big rigs pulling down the road. I knew it was a matter of time before we were discovered in the bunk room. And because my brain left the building, my cock was in the decision driver’s seat.
I picked up Camellia. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I threaded my fingers through her hair and stared into her beautiful eyes. “You’re sure about this?”
“Deadly,” she responded.
I didn’t ask a second time. I hustled us into the nearest supply/linen closet and locked the door.
A honking horn bursts my spank bank bubble. I glance in the rearview mirror where the driver is saluting me with both of his middle fingers. I wave and move through the intersection, making a U-turn.
If Camellia is taking a trip down memory lane like I am, there’s one place she’ll go.
And she’s going to hate what it looks like now.
