Page 92 of The VIP Package

Camille takes a sip of the wine, then sets down her glass. “Hard to believe I’ve had such an outstanding time at a sex resort that wasn’t even open.”

“God, I want to kiss you.” I blurt it so suddenly that my own words surprise me.

A slow smile spreads over her face. “Well then kiss me, Ash Hole.”

I set down my glass and slide my hands through her silky-soft hair. Cupping the base of her skull, I claim the sweet mouth I’ve kissed dozens of times. The lips I intend to kiss twelve million more. She tastes like white wine and sunshine and desire, and I find myself pulling her onto my lap.

With a small gasp of pleasure, she grabs hold of my shoulders. Her legs wrap around me as I scoop my hands under her ass. As I slide off the sofa and stand, Camille breaks the kiss.

“Well, that escalated fast.”

“So often the case for us.” I hope I’m not moving too quickly. “Do you mind?”

“That we’re moving from the small-talk stage to the Camille-gets-fucked stage?” Grinning, she grinds on my growing erection. “What do you think, Ash Hole?”

“I think we should move this to the bed.”

“Excellent plan.” As she clings to me like a sexy koala, Nico and Zane knock back their wine, then follow us to the bed.

I lay her back gently as they strip off their shirts and prowl to the edge of the mattress. I sink to my knees on the floor right in front of her, kissing my way up the curve of her calf.

“Exquisite,” I murmur, tasting the back of one knee.

Zane coasts a hand up her arm and she shivers. “I feel like you need to be naked.”

She giggles. “I feel like your instincts are good, Zane.” Her giggle shifts to a groan as my lips skim the inside of her thigh.

“Allow me.” Nico undoes the strap on one side, while Zane takes care of the other.

They’re caressing her arms and her shoulders, tugging the dress off as they go. They move like two men determined to savor every inch of her body.

I can relate.

Nico sinks onto the bed right beside her, nuzzling the side of her neck. “Mmm, you smell good.” He shifts her hair to the side, fingertips tracing the line of her bra strap. “I’m nuts about freckles.”

Proving his point, he licks his way over her shoulder. She purrs like a kitten as Zane unhooks her bra, devouring the slope of her breast. Nico’s intent on those freckles, kissing and nipping at each tiny cinnamon spot.

This is turning me on.

From my place on the floor, worshiping one shapely calf, I watch it unfold with desire throbbing through me. God, she looks beautiful blissed out like this. Hands cup her breasts, kneading, adoring, as I continue my slow, reverent journey up the inside of her thighs. The taste of her skin, her soft little moans, are driving me wild with desire.

I lose track of their whispers, of the men’s adulation, as I kiss a slow path up from her knee to the thin wisp of lace between her legs. Their voices get lost in the buzz of desire in my brain.

Sexy.

Gorgeous.

Stunning.

Delicious.

That’s my girl they’re describing. The woman I love who’s writhing beneath me as I slowly peel down her panties. Sittingback on my heels, I take in the feast that’s spread out in front of me. Her delicate folds glisten with arousal.

“My God.” I still can’t fucking believe it. “How are you mine?”

Her laugh slips out on a whimper as Nico and Zane lavish attention on her breasts. As her eyes scan my face, she smiles. “Maybe because you’remine?”

“That’s fair.” I bury my face in her thigh, hungry for her swollen sex beckoning me just inches from my mouth. I’m dying to taste her, to trail my tongue along that slick seam.

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