Page 53 of Second Quarter Comeback
He doesn’t even acknowledge me though. And I let it be. Kaden’s right. If I want Camille back, I have to stop cutting corners. It’s time to show her that I’m all in—for real this time.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Camille: Thank you for the flowers. What are you doing?
Killion: Sending you flowers, of course.
Camille: What’s the end game?
Killion: Just reminding you that I’m thinking of you since I’m not heading back home until tomorrow. Also, I heard you ditched the driver.
Camille: I don’t need a driver. I can walk.
Killion: No doubt, but wouldn’t it be better if someone is watching after you? You’re famous.
Camille: No. *You* are famous. Do you have a driver?
Killion: Ted is my driver. I’m loaning him to you. My schedule is different from yours. I’m sure we can share him.
Camille: Now we’re sharing? Interesting. I thought you didn’t like to share.
Killion: Don’t do that.
Camille: What am I doing?
Killion: Taking things to a place you know I can’t resist.
Camille: Oh? I was just talking about Ted. Where’s your mind going, Kill?
Killion: You know exactly where it’s going. And if you keep this up, you’re going to find out what happens when you tease me.
Camille: Tease you? I’m just curious about what else we could share.
Killion: Careful, Cam. You’re walking a fine line.
Camille: Am I? Maybe I just want to know how far you’re willing to go.
Killion: Obviously not sharing you, but far enough to have you begging me to stop—and then begging me not to.
Camille: That’s bold of you to assume I’d beg.
Killion: Oh, baby, I don’t assume. I know. You’ll beg. You always do when I’ve got you pinned beneath me, whispering exactly how I’m going to ruin you.
Camille: Ruin me? You sound so confident.
Killion: Because I am. You’re already thinking about it, aren’t you? Thinking about my hands on your hips. My mouth on your neck. My cock filling you so deep you forget how to sayanything except my name.
Camille: You’re awfully sure of yourself.
Killion: I don’t need to be sure when I’ve already seen the way you fall apart for me. Just say the word, Cam, and I’ll remind you why you’ll always come back to me.
Camille: Tempting, but I’m not sure you can handle me.
Killion: Handle you? Baby, I don’t just handle you—I own you. Your body remembers me even when your mind wants to fight it. And right now, you’re wishing it was my hand sliding between your thighs, aren’t you?
Camille: You’re ridiculous.
Killion: Maybe. But I’m also right. Go ahead, touch yourself, baby. Pretend it’s me. Or better yet, let me do it for you when I get back.
