Page 70 of Bad for Business
I look up at her, wanting to meet her eyes so I’m not tempted to look anywhere else.
Camille smiles, and it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. I want to bottle up her smiles and remember them forever.
“I didn’t think I’d have you on your knees for me, but I have to admit, I don’t hate the sight of it. It’s hot.”
More blood goes straight to my cock at her words. How is she so sexy when she isn’t even trying to be? A corner of my lip lifts as I stand up and bring my face closer to hers.
“Princess, I’ll get on my knees for you anytime you want me to. All you have to do is ask.”
“Be careful what you promise me, Ryker,” she responds, her mouth so close that her lips almost move against mine. “I might just have to ask you.”
I smile and lean in close to her, our lips now barely brushing against each other’s. “Good.”
I press a kiss to her lips, making sure to keep it chaste. There’s nothing I want more than to have a shower make-out session with her, but I want to keep my word and prove to her that I’m really just trying to take care of her.
Her naked body presses against mine for a moment as we savor the feeling of the other’s lips. Once steam starts to float over the shower door and fill the bathroom, I pull away and open the door.
“Ladies first,” I say with a smirk.
She shakes her head at me, a matching smile on her lips as she steps inside.
I follow after her, pulling the shower door closed once we’re both inside.
“Is the water okay?” I ask, holding my hand under the stream to check the temperature.
Camille nods. “It’s perfect.”
I bite my tongue, wanting to tell her thatshe’sperfect, but I keep the thought to myself. When I took care of her last night, I fully expected her to pretend that nothing ever happened this morning. That’s what she’s always done. I was so used to being someone she regretted or, even worse, someone she forgot about. So, when she asked me to stay, it was everything I wantedto hear but the last thing I was expecting. I don’t want to risk her closing off again by being too much too fast.
So I don’t tell her that she’s perfect. I keep my jaw locked tight. Even though I don’t say them out loud, it doesn’t stop the words from being the truth. Now that I’m not fighting how I feel about her, it’s a lot easier to realize that in between the arguments and the insults, I might have developed real feelings for her.
I don’t know what that means, and honestly, I’m trying not to think about it too hard. I’m focusing on today. If that’s all she’ll give me right now, then that’s what I’ll take.
“What are you thinking about?” Camille asks, her voice interrupting me from my thoughts.
“You.” The answer comes out easily. I smile, watching her as she steps underneath the water and tilts her head back to get the long strands of her hair wet.
“I’d ask for you to tell me more, but I know you won’t.”
I shrug, reaching over her shoulder to grab a shampoo bottle from the built-in shelf behind her. “You’re right. I can’t tell you every thought of mine when it comes to you. You’ll have to earn those.”
I squeeze the liquid into my hand. It smells clean, a little floral mixed with a fruity scent.
“And how do I do that?” Camille asks.
I swear she steals a piece of my heart when she attempts to hide her smile by pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Biting her lip does nothing to hide the beautiful upward curve of her mouth, and I realize I might become obsessed with finding different ways to make her smile.
I rub my hands together, getting the shampoo nice and sudsy before lathering her hair in it. “Guess you’ll have to get creative,” I respond, giving her a smirk when she narrows her eyes at me. “Now, turn around.”
She watches me for a few seconds before playfully rolling her eyes at me. She does as she’s told and turns around. I take a step closer to her, my front now pressing to her back.
Even over the sound of the running water, I can hear her little gasp when the tip of my cock rubs against her lower back.
Fuck, I want her so badly.
I take a deep breath, trying to push away the dirty thoughts infiltrating my mind. Instead, I focus on lathering the shampoo into her hair and making sure I do a good job of shampooing it. My fingertips press into her scalp as I massage her head, wanting to help her relax after a full day of being sick.
She lets out a moan when I dig my fingertips into the base of her neck in an attempt to ease some of the tension.
