Page 71 of The VIP Package

“Not really my kink but thank you.”

The boom of Ashton’s voice guides me to the laundry room. I’m ready to knock when the door swings open.

“Camille.” He’s stone-faced as usual, but the spark in his eyes says he’s happy to see me. “We’re just finishing up.”

A friendly-faced guy in a tan uniform nods, sizing me up like he’s guessing whether I’m a guest or a maid or Ashton Holyfield’s mistress.

“Ma’am.” Tipping his blue and white baseball cap, he maneuvers around me and heads down the hall. Ash turns to face me with a hand still gripping the door. “Did you want to grab a drink or?—”

“No.” I launch myself at him, lips finding his as Ash stumbles back into the room. The door shuts behind us as he regains his balance, dragging me tight to his chest.

We’re kissing and tugging each other’s clothes off, desperate and not too concerned with where we land. His hands grip my butt and I twine my legs around his waist as he carries me over to a big industrial washing machine.

“You know,” he says as he boosts me up onto it. “We do provide beds at this resort.”

“Later.” I yank off his tie and toss it aside, working the buttons free at his throat. “Be grateful I’m not destroying another dress shirt.”

“I’m grateful for many things.” He peels my gray sundress over my head and his heated gaze travels my body. “For one, that you’ve chosen to go bare beneath your dress.”

“It has a built-in bra, and I just washed my panties in the sink.” Why am I still talking? “I ran out of clean ones.”

“I see.” He’s kissing his way down my shoulder, making me shiver as his teeth graze the top of one breast. “You’re aware we have laundry services here.”

“Maybe you can show me later.” I unhook his belt and drag down his zipper, freeing his cock from his boxers. “God, you’ve got a great dick.”

I’m aching to have my mouth on it, but Ash has other ideas. Pulling me right to the edge of the machine, Ash lines himself up with my entrance. He looks deep in my eyes, as locked in the moment as I am.

“Camille.” He sinks in slowly, his breath hissing out. “My God.”

“I know.” A whimper slips out of me as he buries himself to the hilt. I cling tight to his shoulders, not sure what’s happening between us right now. Whatever it is, I don’t want it ever to end. “Ash.”

“You feel amazing.” His breath hitches sideways as he draws back and thrusts in again. “You really are extraordinary.”

“I thought I was exquisite.” I’m trying to tease, but my voice doesn’t sound like my own. I’m locked in his gaze, locked in this moment with Ashton.

Then all other thoughts slide out of my brain as Ash begins thrusting in earnest. I cling to his shoulders as he fills me up almost to bursting. It’s a sweet sort of ache, our bodies fused snugly as my ankles lock tight at the top of his ass.

But that’s not our strongest connection right now. It’s not even the space where our bodies are joined, slick and hot and so right.

It’s this eye contact between us, raw and unfiltered. Ash isn’t blinking, and neither am I. It’s like he’s staring straight into my soul.

“Youareexquisite.” He groans but doesn’t break eye contact. “And brilliant. And funny. And so fucking sexy I can’t quite believe you walked into my life.”

“Ash.” I feel it too, and so much more. It’s the moment I know it. We’re on the same page, not willing to release this magical connection between us. Not in a day or a week or a month.

We’re meant to be together. He knows it and I know it and—oh my God.

“Ash.” I’m panting now, desperate. My toes start to curl as he slams in harder. “Ash, I want you.”

“You’ve got me.” His hand slips between us, finding the slippery button of my sex. Eyes searing mine, he coaxes me right to the edge of the fire we’re both chasing. “I feel you squeezing me.”

That’s not all I’m feeling as Ash keeps pounding me. I feel passion and heat and so much affection for the man possessing my body. I need him to know how I feel. Right here, right now.

“Ash.” I moan as he hits something achy and deep. “I want to—” What? What do I want?

“Come for me, Camille.”

Pleasure bears down on me, breathing hot on the back of my neck. But I can’t let go until I tell him. “Ash.” I cry out as the first wave hits. “I want to be with you. Not just now, but after—after—oh my God.”

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