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Cameron returned his attention to my breasts, and with his hands manipulating one boob and his mouth savoring the other, I slipped into another world where my mind took a back seatwhileevery sensation in my body took over.

As he flicked from one breast to the other, I clawed my fingers up his back and drove them into his thick hair. The sexual coil deep inside me pulsed out a tribal beat that had my pussy begging tobe playedwith. I reached down and threaded my hand into my G-string, and the very first touch of that oversensitive bud nearly had me launching off the carpet.

I sucked air through my teeth and flicked my clit again. A fire ignited within me, starting deep inside and blazing along every nerve in my body.

For some reason, I wasreally sensitivetoday.

As Cameron continued his onslaught on my breasts, I drove my finger over my throbbing clit and into myself. I was wet and hot and so close to climax that I squeezed my insides around my finger and bent my knees. I must’ve groaned or something because Cameron stopped his exquisite manipulation and lowered his eyes to my hand and its unbridled exploration.

The look of pure rapture on his face was a lethal aphrodisiac, and I hooked my thumbs into my G-string and dropped it to my ankles. I parted my legs and pushed my fingers back into my velvet folds, rubbing deeper, faster, and harder over my clit. Every delirious probe stacked another quivering layer of lust onto my orgasm, and soon, my climax was of mammoth proportions.

Cameron stood and whipped his jeans off. His cock was a mighty flagpole lunging from his body toward me. He wrapped his hand around that glorious rod and pumped it fast and hard. The gentle handsthat had beenon me were long gone and replaced with wild abandonment.

His eyes were closed. His mouth was wide open. And his legs were apart as he pumped his cock like there was no tomorrow. Standing barely a foot apart,the two of usperformed the most natural, wild, explosive act.

It was erotic; it was mind-blowing. It was liberating.

White liquid shot from his crown, once, twice, landing in a long stream on his flannel shirt. The primitive joy of his ejaculation took me to the very edge. My legs threatened to buckle beneath me as I bent my knees even farther. Everything around me blurred into obscurity, so I closed my eyes and allowed my body to take over.

I tipped over that glorious edge and cried out as my hot juices trickled over my hand again and again.The sensationsthat gripped me unraveled, luring me into the blissful placethatI’d come to love.

Sounds soon returned, and I heard our ragged breaths along with his television that I hadn’t noticed was on earlier.

He let out a big gush of air. “Holy . . . wow.” His eyes bulged at me. “Women don’t surprise me very often.”

I grinned at him. “Glad I could help.”

A frown drilled across his forehead. “You said you saw me downstairs. Where?”

“Oh.”I cleared my throat.“I watched you stroll up from the beach. You walked straight past me.”A truth and alie mingled together—was that bad?

He lowered his eyes. “Hmmm, sorry about that. I don’t normally miss beautiful women.”

With that lovely comment, I pulled my wet G-string up my legs, and although it felt disgusting, I tried to ignore it. I gathered my trench coat off the chair and pulled it on. I collected my bra and nurse uniform and shoved them into my bag. Then I reached for my boots.

“Here, let me help you.” Cameron kneeled on the floor and reached for the back of my heel.

To have a naked stranger put my shoes on for me was both surreal and incredibly erotic. His hands were a gift from God.

Oncehe had both bootson, he eased back onto the bed and sat again. Before I did something silly like tear my clothes off and dive on him, I strode to the door.

“Oh, wait. Please tell me your name.”

“I’m Memphis.” I was glad he’d asked. I’d like him to remember me the next time he was dealing with a bridezilla. His smile was incredible, and with the vision of the naked man grinning at me permanently etched into my mind, I walked out his door.

My legs were rubber as I made my way to my room. I stripped off and stood under the hot shower for ages. As I reflected on my day, I sighed. It had been twenty-four hours of tumultuous emotions. But what had startedouthorriblyhad ended fabulously.

After dressing for work, I grabbed my diary and sat at the dining table. I turned to the 14th of August. At the top, I wroteCameron Jax,Room 7,and as I thought about hiswonderfulhands, I wroteGifts from God.

Cameron had made me feel likeI wasthe only woman in the world. And not just with his hands—with his eyes, too. He’d mastered the art oftrulylooking at a woman. Maybe in his line of business, his gift ensured his success.

I lined the diary page with vivid details of what he’d doneand, in particular,how we climaxed at the end.To watch a man ejaculate and know I’d caused that unbridled reaction was the mostamazingthing in the world.

With thatwonderfulthought, I closed the diary, grabbed my bag, and headed out my door, readyfor another night managingthe Hot Horizon Hotel.

Chapter Sixteen

I was looking forward to the conference that wascurrently settingup in my hotel.Wine was somethingI’d like to know more about, and some of the finest vineyards in Australiawere showcasingtheir products herefor the next two days.

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