Page 107 of Cam Girl

Even if it doesn’t fulfill an emotional need.

“So what do we do?” Tase asks simply. “Maybe I’m cutting to the chase but I know myself. Playing games has never been my deal. I understand I’m not allowed to want you, and I deserve you even less, but I can’t stop myself.”

“No, you’re not a game player.” I take a deep breath and the shaking in my body slows and stops. A laugh escapes. “That’s what I like about you.”

“My wife called it brusque. She said I rub people the wrong way when I get matter of fact, and people need to bewarmed up and played a little to fully accept what you say. It was her way, not mine.”

He’s still touching me. Which makes me more determined to offer him the same in return.

I lift my head to meet his gaze again. “I like your way, Tase. I like you. And I do want you. Nothing changed because of?—”

I swallow and heat pulses through his hand into mine.

“Yeah? You want me, too?” He flashes me a cocky smile.

“Yeah,” I repeat in his same tone. “I do.”

He jerks back in surprise and my stomach flutters. I like surprising him. And clearly I’ve managed to do so.

Tase tugs me toward him, but this time his smile grows in radiance. “I never expected you to say that. I guess I never expected to feel like I don’t deserve it, either.”

Why wouldn’t he deserve it?

He trails his fingers along my jaw and down to my shoulder, lingering there. His head cocks to the side as he studies me. “You intrigue me.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

My fingers itch to grab him and haul him close and taste him again. Is it wrong? Should I stop myself and nip this lust in the bud before it has a chance to fully bloom?

The doc intrigues me, and his vulnerability, his maturity, is a huge lure. The little girl in me cries out for something stable and the woman is ready to do anything to have it.

“I want another taste of you, Gilli.”

A frisson of anticipation races up my spine. I’m dying for another taste of him, too.

I hear voices sound from the hall as I step toward him, but with the door closed, we’re alone. I can’t stop thinking about those words.I wish it had been me in your bed and not him.

Both of them would be perfect.

Okay, maybe not perfect. The bed is too small to accommodate more than a couple of people, but if Tase had beenthe one to come to my room last night, I wouldn’t have stopped him.

It’s not about the video, either, because sure as shit if Soren saw it, then Tase did, too.

He wantsme.

Tase draws his hands down to my waist and I lift my face to him, my breath suddenly gone. The place between my legs grows warm, just like that.

I guess he’s technically right about being older than me. About this being a strange situation where we work together, and I’ll be leaving town soon.

This might be about loneliness and a need for more than just sex. This might also complicate whatever progress I’ve made with each of the three men.

I should stop this all before it starts. The twisting in my stomach tells me otherwise. I just hope this won’t be another bad decision.

My skin tingles as his hands shift to find the bottom hem of my scrub shirt, and my nipples jump to attention in delicious anticipation.

Shit. My hands tingle and my eyelashes flutter at his touch, the slow circling of his hands over the fabric of my borrowed pants.

The door to the office bursts open and Tase and I instantly jump apart. My heart leapfrogs straight into my throat.

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