Page 132 of Magic or Madness

This bed feels warmer with her in it, and the dark hair frames her face, showing off her tanned features.

“Are we going out tonight, bitch?” She asks, trailing her hand along my jawline, her hazel eyes are piercing, hypnotizing me, and I can’t help but bite my lip in response to her question.

Our flirting is fucking intense, like we’re being pulled together by a magnet. I’m consumed by lust, desperately readyfor the dark clouds to clear so we can get back to exploring each other, something we’re still slowly getting comfortable with.

“Yes, the guys don’t think there’s any danger in going out for a club night.”

“It’s a date then,” she smirks, leaning in until our lips barely touch.

“It’s a date, Cami,” I breathe as she kisses me slowly, instantly lighting a fire inside me while her tongue parts my lips.

I tangle my hand in her hair, placing the other on her hip as I pull her body closer to mine. Her hands stay cemented on my face, but her legs part, allowing my thigh to slip between, and when she grinds against my bare skin, the heat rushes straight through me, my toes curling in response.

She sighs deeply, breaking our lips apart and letting out a moan when her eyes open into mine. Cami always leaves me with just enough to keep me on edge, and luckily this time I only have to wait until tonight.

“I want you all to myself, just once, Fallon. Think about it.” She smiles, hopping out of bed faster than she came in and shutting the door behind her.

I can barely wrap my mind around what just happened, let alone what she said. I don’t know if I’m ready to go as far as she’s suggesting, but I will think about it, forher.

I thought after our hookup on my birthday things would cool down, almost as if it were a one-time experiment, but I quickly learned that it’s not other girls I’m attracted to, it’sjustCamila. Something about her has me completely enamored, desperate for more, and when the moments are right, all I want is her hands on me. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone but her, and Ozzy. They’re the two people I’ve given pieces of myself that I would never allow anyone else to see.

I don’t want to date Cami, or fall in love with her, but there’s so much of a connection between us that we’re slowly exploring.Sometimes between the pining and flirting, it feels like it’s been a lifetime since the last time our lips touched. Today was quick, just enough to satisfy the craving, but I know later tonight the desire will be so strong until we get time alone together.

When I met Cami, I wasn’t prepared for the chaos that she brought, and now I know it even more so, since she’s completely changed everything I previously thought about myself.

The most important thing about my connection with Camila is how it hasn't disrupted a thing between me and Ozzy.

He’s still my man and the most important thing in my life. Not only is he gracious enough to support my exploration, his confidence about it is so fucking sexy, that as soon as I get back in the sheets with him, it’s just as electric as it always is.

Speaking of the devil, Ozzy pokes his head in, ensuring I’m alright and asking if I want privacy.

“No, of course not. Come here, baby.” I smile, crooking my finger at him while he closes the door behind him.

“You look radiant this morning, Fallon. I hate to burst your bubble,” he starts, but I shake my head and sit up in bed, eager for all the details.

“Did we get a reply?”

“Yes. The meeting is set for this afternoon. We need to leave soon and get into position, check the cameras and equipment,” he says, and I’m practically jumping out of my skin, ready to get this plan going.

“Fucking finally,” I breathe, the relief surging through me, hoping that this means the information about Doc will be kept buried.

We have a chance to find out who the blackmailer is, so everything has to go absolutely perfectly, and it starts with each detail we’ve outlined since I came to the guys with the idea.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you guys in the War Room.” I reach on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek, but he holds my wrists, dragging his lips to my ear.

“After this is over … I’m taking you out somewhere nice, and then you’re mine until the sun comes up,” he whispers, pressing my body against his while my head tips back in response.

“Fuck, yes please,” I groan, desperate to be with him again, in every single way imaginable.

Everything has been insane since Ozzy took over the crew from Max, with the latter disappearing after the night he smashed plates. None of us have heard from him, but they all insist that we need to give him space, and he’ll be back when he’s ready.

It’s been over a week since we’ve had sex, or more than a few minutes of alone time together, and I’m already shaking thinking about being with him again.

“Let’s finish this, Bambi.” He smacks my ass, bringing my mind out of the gutter and winking at me before leaving the room.

I toss one of Ozzy’s sweatshirts over my bra, forgoing a t-shirt, and slipping into a pair of leggings before racing to the office, ready to get to work and put this nightmare behind us.

The email is pulled up on Lex’s laptop and I skim it over, the details are slim, but the confirmation is all we need. The meeting will happen in three hours, and I watch in awe as the guys scramble with their gear and equipment, triple-checking the cash.

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