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Her mouth crashes onto mine, palms roaming over my torso, my back, anywhere that she can get her hands on me.
It seems almost possessive, which isn’t at all like her. Feverish. And if I’m not mistaken, I think Penelope has something to do with it.
I hike her legs up; she wraps them around my waist. Fumbling for the door, I open it and swing us around, shutting it and pressing her back into it.
As desperate as I am to shove my cock inside her, I don’t want anyone to catch us.
No one.
She’s for my eyes only.
My hands grip her ass that’s still clad in my joggers from this morning. My cock is already rock-hard for her—it rubs against her with every movement, and I can already feel pre-cum leaking through. Which will not be a good look for the gala.
Her hands rove down my body, and she lifts herself away from me to grab the buckle of my belt—
A scratching sound makes us pause. Camila pulls away, her lips swollen and hair slightly messy.
God, she’s beautiful.
She clambers off me, heading straight towards the noise to the right. There, by my en-suite bathroom door, is that fucking cat. Scratching at the fluffy black carpets.
“Obsidian, no!” Camila shrieks, grabbing him and carrying him towards me.
I stiffen, my erection disappearing immediately.
A choked sound escapes my lips.
“I am so sorry. He has a habit of doing that,” she laughs awkwardly. “Fuck, how expensive are these carpets?”
I’m frozen. I’ve forgotten how to use my limbs. All I can see is the cat’s golden eyes staring straight into my soul. Like he can see how bad I am for Camila.
“Xander?” She waves a hand in front of my face, but I don’t react. If I take my eyes off Obsidian, he’s sure to pounce on me and scratch me.
I don’t even have a shirt on.
Is my throat dry?
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of him,” she says, disappointment present in her voice.
Fuck, no.
“No, just… allergic,” I lie.
My eyes finally meet hers. She’s unimpressed. Her mouth is downturned, her head tilted.
“Seriously?”
“I always have been. From when I was born.”
I don’t think my lies sound very convincing right now.
She shoves him towards me, the fur scratches gently at my chest, and I jump away—the most unattractive sound pulling from my lips.
She giggles, the most angelic sound in the world—and it catches me off guard. When was the last time she laughed? Genuinely laughed?
Obsidian races past me and jumps onto my bed. My fresh sheets.
“No! Shoo!” I exclaim, making a flapping motion with my hands. Camila’s laugh grows louder in the background as the little shit flops onto his back and rubs himself into the bedsheets.
