Page 98 of Not That Into You

His lips move to my neck, and I throw my head back, desire and lust making my heart pound.

“God, you feel good,” he growls against my skin.

I can only respond with a gasping, “Yes.”

His hands travel up under my top as I pull at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. I finally get it off as he pulls my top off, flinging it aside. We pause, admiring each other.

He exhales loudly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. About this.”

I swallow. “Me too.”

With a devilish grin, he leans forward and nips at my nipple through my bra, making me whimper. As I move to take my bra off, the doorbell rings.

“Ignore it.” Cameron tosses my bra aside.

He takes my breast in his mouth as a moan escapes my lips.

The doorbell rings again.

“It’s not important,” he murmurs before moving on to my other breast.

I arch toward him. “Cameron.”

“Mmm?” He licks and suckles, sending an electric current through my body.

I pull back, panting, as the doorbell rings again. “I think you need to get the door.”

Groaning, he drops his head back against the couch. “Fine.”

I move off his lap and sit next to him, not trusting my legs to stand just yet. He scrubs his face with his hands, muttering something about killing someone, and then finally stands up. Taking a deep breath, he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at me. “We’re not done here.”

Grabbing his shirt, he pulls it on before heading toward the front door. Scrambling, I look for my discarded clothes and quickly refasten my bra and slip on my shirt. I stand up and smooth back my ponytail just as I hear a familiar voice from the vicinity of the foyer.

“You didn’t answer any of my texts.”

“Hayley, now’s not really a good time.”

My heart stops as I look around. Should I hide?

“Please. You’re just avoiding me.”

I glance at the patio. Maybe there’s a shrub I can crouch behind. I hear steps approaching and briefly consider diving behind the couch, but Hayley comes into view before I can make a move.

I try to affect a casual pose. “Hayley. Hi. How are you?”

She pauses, her eyes wide, before walking into the den. “Monica?”

“Hey.” I pull at the hem of my shirt, praying I didn’t put it on backward.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh . . .” My eyes dart to Cameron, who’s walked up behind her. He mouths, Sorry, but otherwise provides no help.

Hayley’s eyes sweep the room, pausing at the two glasses of wine. Her gaze whips to mine before she steps back and looks at Cameron. She then looks back at me and then back at Cameron, her eyes narrowing.

“What’s going on here?”

Cameron runs a hand through his hair. “Monica just came over to?—”

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