Page 38 of Caught in the Middle

Cam could see the wheels turning behind her eyes and his head dropped into his hands. “How did I get myself into this?” His voice was muffled into his palms.

Emma let out a sigh and collapsed on the pillows next to him. She looked up to see him looking down at her, a small smile on his lips. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know. It’s crazy.”

He let out a chuckle, brushing a small piece of hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. Those electric brown eyes were watching him. “It’s not crazy, just…” he thought for the right words. “More creative than I’m used to being about such matters.”

“You mean you don’t like to fake sex sounds for fun?” she asked.

His head tilted up. “That’s it.”

She raised onto her elbow. “What’s it?”

“We’ll make the sounds ourselves like we’re actually doing it.”

“I get made fun of for saying ‘pound town’ but you can say ‘doing it?’”

He laughed and pushed her onto her back. “You don’t get to make fun of me when I’m over here agreeing to pretend fuck you.” He heard her sharp inhale. His brow raised as he straightened up. “Too blunt for you, Emma?”

She swallowed. “Not at all.” But now she was imagining a naked Cam over top of her and putting meaning to the word pound.

He pulled the covers down off his legs.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He slid off the side of the bed and stood. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to make it believable.”

Her mouth opened, half in delight that he was on board and half in scared excitement over what he meant. Before she could ask, he reached across the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her to him like she was nothing more than a feather.

Cam scooped his hands behind her knees and pulled a leg on either side of his waist, bending down to scoop Emma up against his front side.

She gasped. “What are you doing?” she asked again, the excitement blooming through her chest and a throbbing reaching her where she was now pressed against Cam as he lifted her up and off the bed.

“We already established the bed doesn’t move or make noise,” was his response as he carried her over to the couch.

Emma’s arms were wrapped around his neck, her heart hammering against his hard chest.

“Facing me or from behind?” he asked, his voice strained.

She swallowed, her body temperature spiking. “Which do you prefer?”

Cam met those dark eyes, and he could practically taste the exhilaration in them. “It doesn’t matter, because when we do this for real and not some pretend act, then I’ll be taking you from both.”

Emma wasn’t sure if she could speak. It wasn’t what he said but how sure he was when he said it, and not an if but the when that had her stomach full of butterflies, toes curling, and a pool of heat settling in her core.

She bit her lip, the intensity of his gaze feeling overwhelming. “I don’t think I can pretend sex with you while looking at you.”

Cam gave her a smug impression, then went to set her down while flipping her around faster than she could process what was happening. He had her knees on the couch and was pressed up against her back.

He gently brushed the hair back from her ear. “Grab the back of the couch,” he whispered. “And watch your fingers so they don’t get smashed.”

As she leaned forward and grabbed the back of the cushions, making sure to avoid putting her fingers between the wall and the couch’s edge, Emma decided this might be the horniest she’d ever been, especially for fake foreplay.

Her abdomen tightened in surprise as she felt Cam’s hand slide underneath her stomach, his rough fingers caressing her smooth skin under her pajama top.

He clenched his teeth at how good she felt under his palm. Hell, at how damn good she looked, even clothed, bent over on this couch in front of him. Thank god she chose from behind because Cam didn’t think he could go through with this if Emma could witness how hard it was to restrain himself.

This might be the most self-torture he’d ever put himself through, and he hadn’t even started.

Cam leaned forward, feeling every bit of her ass and backside pressed into him as he placed his free hand against the wall above her head and whispered his question. “Are you sure about this?”

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