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I chuckle, shaking my head.

“God, Cam. How’d you do it?” I ask. Her brows furrow, and she looks down at me.

“What?”

My mind flicks to last week at the bowling alley, Hayden’s hands wrapped around her. I couldn’t ask her about it before today because, if I violate that contract, I will never hear her moan my name again.

That isn’t something I’m willing to lose.

“How’d you get Hayden to practically air hump you in the bowling alley?”

I know Hayden knows about our agreement now. Cam told me. But his arms were around her before that, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Cam rolls her eyes, the soft vibration of the machine making her squirm.

“He wasn’t air humping me,” she says. She starts to close her legs, but I shake my head, stopping them with my hand. She sighs. “We have an agreement too. We’ll pretend to be a couple sometimes, in public situations. That way we don’t have to deal with people.”

My lip piercing clashes with my teeth as they sink into my bottom lip, images of her ass pressed against his pelvis flashing through my memory. I lean down and look up at her as my head settles between her thighs.

“This is my pussy, Cam,” I say, heat filling my cheeks as those thoughts fill my mind. Thoughts of Hayden or anyone else touching her make my skin hot.

I said I’m not jealous. But I never said I liked to share.

“I don’t remember that being in the contract,” Cam taunts, tapping her fingers on the side of the washing machine. I frown, lifting my head.

“If you want to come,” I say sternly, pressing two cold fingers against her pussy. “It’s ‘yes, boss.’”*

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'Till It's Gone

Cam

Istare down at Violet, her pretty slender face positioned between my thighs, her head tilted up to look at me. 10

“If you want to come, it’s ‘yes, boss’,” she says.

My hips unintentionally buck forward, the vibration of the washing machine beneath me tunneling through my skin and radiating in my throbbing clit. I bite my lip, shaking my head.

“No,” I manage to say, though it loses its meaning with the waver of my voice. Violet’s brows raise in surprise.

“What?” Her enunciation is clearer than ever. I stand my ground.

“You might be my boss at work,” I say, swallowing back a moan as the washing machine starts to shake harder. “But here, you listen to me.”

How I gathered the strength to say that, I have no idea. Violet’s eyes darken, her gaze narrowing onto me. I swallow nervously.

She could take me apart in an instant, I know it. But I can’t let her win every round. It boosts her ego. Gives her too much confidence that I’ll do whatever she wants. I have control too.

Violet doesn’t respond. Or she does, just not verbally. Her tongue slips between my folds, licking hot wet stripes in the center. I groan, the rocking of the machine underneath us causing her tongue to vibrate. I don’t know if I should take this as a win or not.

“Shit,” I mumble, rolling my hips forward. Violet slides her thumb through my slick heat, then dragging it back and forth against the delicate skin.

“I thought this was supposed to be rough,” I grumble. A gasp forces its way out of my throat as two fingers suddenly sink inside of me. I jolt forward, gripping her shoulder with a shaky moan. She smirks, and I hate the fact that she thinks she’s winning.

“Maybe it isn’t,” I say breathily, my forehead wrinkling as Violet continues pumping into me. “An agreement.”

She doesn’t stop, but her head snaps up to look at me.

“What do you mean?”

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