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“It’s so good,” she breathes, with a soft little laugh. “So fucking good. Different from riding your face while I sucked you off.”

I chuckle and don’t take my eyes off Camille. She’s practically glowing, radiant and round and riding that pretty pink tongue that flicks faster. Her whole body tenses and I know she’s so close.

“Oh, fuck.” That’s Lacy this time, and she starts to look dazed. Whatever Camille’s doing with her fingers must be working. “Stop if you don’t want me to come right now.”

Camille licks her lips as her forearm flexes. “Watch her come on my hand, Ash. She’s so fucking pretty.”

Sybil cries out from under Camille. The buzz of the vibe gets louder as all three women careen to the edge. It’s Camille who captivates me.

Camille and her tousled red hair. Camille and her perfect round tits. Camille and the swift rush of pink to her cheeks as pleasure unfurls on her face.

“Ash,” she breaths, frantic now. “Oh, Ash.”

“Do it,” I whisper. My cock aches and throbs in my fist. “Camille?”

“Yeah?” She sounds almost drugged.

“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you come all over Sybil’s face.”

“Oh, Ash. I’m so close.” She gasps as her forearm flexes, still twisted behind her. “You should feel how hot and slick Lacy is.”

I don’t doubt that’s true, but it’s Camille’s sun-streaked body I’m aching to touch. Her hips roll faster as Sybil keeps tonguing her.

“Almost there.” Sybil’s moan echoes from the valley of Camille’s thighs. “Want her to say your name when she comes?”

I’ve never wanted anything more. “Do it.”

Sybil’s eyes drift to the camera. “She’s so fucking sweet.” Her tongue flicks Camille’s swollen clit. “Bet you wish you could have a taste.”

Oh, God. I stifle a groan, but it rips from my throat without warning. “Come for me, Camille.”

It’s Lacy who cries out first, head tilting back as she fucks Camille’s hand. Then Sybil explodes, shrieking her pleasure between Camille’s splayed thighs.

Only Camille stares straight at the camera, hazel eyes locked with mine as she lets out a shuddery moan. “Oh, Ash—oh fuck!”

“That’s it.” I’m right there with her. “Let me see you, sweetheart.”

She lets out a shriek that goes straight to my balls, and suddenly I’m coming. I’m watching her ride Sybil’s face as hot ropes of semen land on the leg of my Burberry trousers. She’s writhing and gasping, but her eyes don’t leave mine. Not even as she slumps back against Lacy’s plush breasts.

“Wow.” Camille stares straight into my soul. “Holy shit, Ash.”

I swallow hard, not sure what I should say. I’m locked in her gaze, locked in this moment of pleasure and connection. This moment of losing control but gaining something else.

Something so much better.

Sybil breaks the tension. She rolls out from under Camille and sits up with a smile. “Don’t worry, boss man. We won’t hit you up for overtime.”

Lacy laughs as she eases Camille back against the swell of her breasts. “This one’s on us,” she says, kissing her cheek. “Your girl is a treat and a half.”

My eyes stay fixed on Camille. I know I should say that she isn’t my girl, but that isn’t the feeling welling up in my chest.

Feelings aren’t part of the equation.

But watching Camille, feeling this surge in the pit of my chest, I know it’s no longer that simple.

CHAPTER 11

CAMILLE

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