Page 125 of The Pucking Wrong Man

He sucked on my tongue as his erection pushed against my core. I moaned and his grip on my hips tightened. I wanted him to hold me tighter. I wanted evidence of him all over my skin. To not only remember this when I woke up tomorrow, but to see it.

The elevator chimed and the doors opened. Camden glanced over, cursing softly as he quickly pressed the button to close the doors. “Wrong floor,” he whispered as his tongue slid down my neck. My head fell back as he sucked on my pulse.

I wasn’t human anymore. I was some kind of wanton creature who survived on pleasure.

We finally got to the right floor, and Camden stalked into the penthouse, still holding me tight.

Our lips were tangled together the entire walk to his room, and right before we crossed the threshold, I pulled back and took a second to stare at him. Maybe I looked deranged, but I just wanted to remember this before moment.

“What’s wrong?” he rasped, his eyes dilated, the black bleeding into the green as he stared at me worshipfully.

“Not a thing,” I answered, and he stepped into the bedroom.

As he walked us to the bed, his lips still dancing across my skin, I took a moment to reflect on the after.

This was probably going to turn into something tragic, a memory that would make my heart ache whenever I thought about it for the rest of my life. I’d compare him to every lover I would ever have, and the loss of him would sit in my soul forever.

I knew that. Yet I still allowed him to take me to his bed.

Because all that pain that would come, all the sleepless nights, the eating my feelings in my room alone trying to forget him, the tears I wouldn't be able to stop....

I had a feeling he would be worth it.

CHAPTER 25

ANASTASIA

Camden slowly slid me down his body until my feet touched the floor, and I was standing in front of him.

He gulped, his eyes hot over my skin as he slowly turned me. His fingers traced along my shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they slid down my bare back until he got to the zipper, fingering it for a second and leaving me panting with anticipation.

“Camden,” I whispered, and he laughed softly before he slowly pulled my zipper down, so slowly I thought I would die. “Please,” I begged.

He brushed a kiss across my shoulder. “I’m going to take such good care of you, baby girl.”

My dress fell to the floor. I hadn’t been able to wear a bra since the dress was strapless, and I shivered as I stood there in nothing but a tiny black thong.

“Fuck,” he growled, and I yelped as his hand suddenly smacked against my ass cheek, immediately massaging it afterwards as his face fell onto my shoulder. “I’ve never seen something as perfect as you, Anastasia. I’m not convinced any of this is real yet, because perfection like yours doesn’t seem possible.”

It was exactly how I felt, and it gave me a heady sensation in my chest that he could feel the same way about me as I felt about him.

“I have to taste you again,” he said, pressing gently on my back until I was bent forward, my nipples rubbing against the silk of his gray comforter.

I moaned as he pressed his arousal against my ass, my nipples dragging on the fabric, which might as well have been sandpaper for how much sensation I was feeling.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered roughly, and my legs shifted apart like they were puppets on a string.

“Good girl.”

I whimpered at his words, taking a step wider because I wanted to be that. His good girl. I wanted to give him everything he desired. Just as long as he fulfilled this ache inside me.

He kneaded my ass for a moment, his breaths heavy as he fingered the edge of my thong. “This needs to come off,” he said, a second before he snapped it off me like it was nothing, leaving me completely bare.

I sobbed, so turned on, my words falling out of my mouth in a nonsensical stream.

His body slid down until his knees hit the wooden floor with a light thud.

“Relax, baby girl,” he murmured, right before his tongue slid between my legs.

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