In all the years I’ve been married, I’ve never looked at anotherperson.Man or woman.
I’ve denied all the flirtations and propositions. I’ve been a fucking saint.
But Cameron makes me want more. He makes me realize how fucking starving I am, and I don’t mean for food.
His words replay in my brain as I watch him saunter out into the street.You just can’t let go of the control, can you?
He wouldn’t say such a thing if he knew how hard it was to keep my control in check. Because the last time I let go, I fucked up, and I don’t want to lose him again.
I come up beside him, pulling out my phone. He says nothing, just looks over my shoulder as I queue up Uber and wait as the loading sign spins. And spins. And spins.Fuck, I’m going to have to restart the app…
“You know, I live a few blocks from here,” he says, his voice slightly dark, tinged with drink. I glance at him for a moment.
I can’t deny the words incite desire in me, but I know he’s not asking me togo homewith him.
That would be crazy, right?
One hundred percent.
“Yeah?” I ask, refreshing the app.
Cam shifts his weight. “We can put on a movie. Order some pizza like we used to.”
A movie. I look at my phone, realizing it’s nearing midnight.
I should head back to my hotel, especially because I have a long day tomorrow, but I don’t want this night to end.
“We just ate,” I say, sliding my phone into my pocket. Cam smiles a perfect, Hollywood smile.
“Gotta have something to blanket the raw fish,” he says with a wink.
“Lead the way, Mr. Scott,” I say with a grin of my own.
We walk the three blocks to his apartment in silence.
The building is tall, sleek, and super modern. We take the elevator to the top floor. He has to use a special keycard to get it to work. Cam leads me out, the bright lights from the hallway shining on him. He tenses for a moment, I can see it in his shoulders, but then it’s gone. He opens the door.
“Mi casa,” he says with a grin. The doorway is wider than the one at the restaurant, but I can’t help as I lean into his space, nudging him as I enter.
“Wow,” I say when I get inside, because it’s so… bright.
The living room wall is a full floor to ceiling window that spans the whole length of the room. The entire New York City skyline can be seen, lights like stars in the distance. It’s the most breathtaking view.
I feel him behind me, a warmth stoked between us from his proximity.
“It’s beautiful,” I say, and it’s the truth.
The view from my hotel isn’t even this nice. Damn well should be for the price I paid for it. But all I’ve got is a too-clear view into the hotel room across from mine. With a view like this, I’m not sure I’d ever leave my home.
“Glad you like it,” he says. I turn to the side and take in the sight of him in the space. In his home.
His dark hair hangs in his eyes, which are still a little glassy from his two rounds of Macallan. But he’s not looking atme.
Once again, his gaze dips to my mouth, and my brain, heart, and cock all align on the same page.
I think he wants to kiss me.
I think I want him to kiss me.
