Page 50 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“Only if you think I deserve it.”

“I think my pussy deserves it,” she murmurs.

“Fuck, yes please.” I stumble over a curb, but don’t lose my footing.

Cammie laughs and holds tighter.

I don’t put her down until we’re in the elevator on the way up to the third floor. “I’m really sorry about the party.”

“I know.” The elevator doors slide open and we link fingers. Cammie unlocks the door to her room and holds it open for me.

She flicks on her light and we both stand there, staring at each other. I let her take the lead on this, just in case she’s not where I am right now.

“Did you finish reading my chapter last night?” she asks.

“I actually went back to the beginning and read everythingbutthe newest chapter because Brody came home,” I admit. “It was so fucking hot. I really destroyed that cloth you gave me.”

She shrugs out of her jacket and jiggles her mouse so the computer screen comes to life. “Do you want to finish reading it now?”

“Please, yes. I would love that.”

She taps the computer chair.

I throw myself into it and pat my thighs. “You’ll sit with me again?”

A coy smile turns up the corner of her plush lips. “Sure.”

She settles her luscious ass in my lap and I roll us closer to her desk so she can pull up the chapter.

She glances over her shoulder. “Are you already hard?”

“Between you being sexy as fuck and your words being hot as fuck, I’m hard as fuck.”

She smiles and pulls up her story. “Do you want to start where you left off?”

“Maybe the beginning of the chapter, just so I get the full effect?” I wrap an arm around her waist and nuzzle through her hair so I can kiss her neck.

She scrolls to the beginning of the chapter I started last night and I scan the page, refamiliarizing myself with the characters and the story. I slide a hand under her shirt as Aragorn does the same.

Cammie makes a little noise in the back of her throat to match Arwen. I take her lobe between my teeth, biting gently. “Can I take your shirt off?”

“Didn’t you say you were bad at multitasking?”

“I can’t get better at it if I don’t try,” I bargain.

She raises her hands over her head and I remove her shirt. Her bra is black and lacy and so fucking sexy. I kiss along her bare shoulder.

Cammie raps her nails on the desk. “Keep reading.”

“Right. Yes.” I drag my eyes back to the screen and cup Cammie’s breast as Aragorn does the same to Arwen. Legolas is behind her, unclasping her bra and kissing her neck while Aragorn kisses a path down her stomach.

“You can take my bra off too, if you want,” Cammie offers.

She sits forward and I flick it open, and the black straps slide down her arms. I cup her perfect, perky, lush tits and brush my thumbs over her nipples. Cammie arches as they harden under my touch.

I keep reading as Aragorn and Legolas devote their attention to Arwen, kissing and touching as they undress each other.

“You should take your shirt off, too,” Cammie suggests breathlessly.

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