Page 46 of Bad for Business
“Something tells me you weren’t letting boys give you hickeys in high school, princess. Let me guess, you were too focused on school to even give any of the poor bastards a second glance. Too busy trying to impress your dad to worry about them.”
I frown. He’s right, but I don’t tell him that.
The confident smile on his lips tells me I don’t have to tell him a damn thing. He can read my face easily enough to know he’s right.
He closes his thighs, caging me in between his legs as he reaches up to finally fully pull the tie from around his neck. He tosses it to the ground before undoing the top button of his shirt. His fingers deftly work at undoing three of the buttons. I watch him closely, wondering what’s happening. Is he undressing right now? Do I want him to?
He pulls the collar of his shirt to the side and exposes his neck to me. “Get back at me, then. Give me a matching one.”
My mouth hangs open. “What?”
He cranes his neck to the side, giving me access to his throat. “I wanted you to look in the mirror tomorrow and be reminded of me. Here’s your chance to do the same to me.”
I swallow. Why do I want to accept his offer? It’s only fair.
My eyes trace over the muscles of his neck. Over his strong jawline. I try to talk myself out of it, but deep down, I want to do it. I feel power at imagining him looking in the mirror tomorrow and remembering this moment.
His hands find my sides. At first, he barely touches me. They hover over the small of my waist as if he’s testing out if it’s okay for him to hold me there. I don’t stop him, and when he realizes I’m not giving any protest, the weight of his hands on my hips gets heavier. His fingers push into my skin, reminding me just how thin this nightgown is. I can feel the warmth of his fingertips through the fabric, making it feel like there’s no fabric at all between us.
“Offer’s about to end,” he says, his voice husky.
I rub my lips together before sticking my tongue out to wet my lips. Who knew the thought of giving a hickey could turn me on?
I push my hair behind my shoulders, wanting to get it out of the way. I lean in and bring my face closer to his.
He exhales, his hooded eyelids focused on nothing but me.
I hate how good it feels to have his attention like this. To know that I have an effect on him.
I look at his neck, trying to decide where exactly I want to mark him. How high do I want to leave it? High enough that it’d show about his collar tomorrow? Or low enough that no one will know it’s there but me?
“Cami…”
My breath hitches at the use of that name. I don’t know why, but I love it when he calls me that. No one’s called me that since Mom, but I want him to.
“What?” I ask. The question is barely audible, my throat too thick with the desperate need for more.
“Your offer expires in three…two?—”
I grab either side of his face and pull him to me. It probably isn’t what he’s expecting, but I don’t care. I’ll do what I want, and right now, I want to kiss him again while I have the chance.
His hands roughly grab my hips as he pulls my body into his.
I swipe my tongue against his, trying not to moan when he lets out a groan of his own. My fingers grab at the strands of his hair, the length just long enough for me to get a grip on them.
“Fuck,” he growls, his mouth ripping from mine just long enough for him to get the word out. He leans in and traps my mouth with his once again.
This time, I can’t help but moan. It might be from the kiss, or it might be from the possessive way in which he lifts me by my hips and pulls me into his lap. I straddle him, not caring that the fabric of my nightgown now bunches around my waist because of our position.
The space between my legs throbs so much that I have to move my hips to find friction.
I gasp, the movement pressing his very obvious erection right against my core.
He rips his mouth from mine again at the contact, air hissing from between his lips. “Camille.” He groans as he presses his hips even harder against me.
God, that’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I know I shouldn’t think that. I know I’ll regret thinking it. But right now, I mean it and want to do everything in my power to hear it again.
I rock up and down, teasing him but also teasing myself in the process.
