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His fingers wrap in my hair as I continue to work him in and out of my mouth. I keep my fingers wrapped around his base. He’s too big for me to fit every inch of him, so I try to make it as good as I can with a mix of my hand and mouth.
I love the sounds he makes as I continue to give him a blow job. He moans. He groans. He repeats my name over and over again with the sexiest rasp that fuels me to keep going until he comes.
“I’m going to come,” he hurriedly gets out. He tries to push my head away, but I suck my lips around him tighter.
He tries again, but it’s too late. His dick pulses in my mouth and then he comes. I swallow every drop, reveling in the fact that I’m the one who made him feel this way.
“Cami, Cami, Cami,” he rasps, saying my name over and over again like a plea.
I keep my mouth on him until I know he’s done.
When I pull away, I look up at him with a smile before wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.
Ryker shakes his head. “Fuck, baby, that was…”
“I’m not sure you did very well at being quiet,” I point out, standing up.
This makes him smile. He tucks himself back into his shorts. “With your mouth around my cock like that, it’s impossible for me to be quiet. That was so fucking hot, princess.”
“Good.”
“Now I want to fuck you.”
This makes me smile. “I want that too.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his body. “Let’s get back to the house. Next time you come, I want to hear you scream my name.”
FORTY-NINE
RYKER
“What are you smiling at?”Camille asks from the passenger seat. She smiles at me and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to her smiling so freely. Her cheeks have stayed pink since the moment we left that closet at Pembroke. I don’t know what came over me, but I just couldn’t wait to have her. She confessed her feelings for me and the only thing I could think about was being as close to her as physically possible.
I’ve never needed someone the way I need her. I’ve never felt the way I’ve felt about her.
Everyone at Pembroke probably thinks I’m crazy with how quickly I pulled her out of the club and to the SUV once we left that closet. I couldn’t look at anyone. All I could think about was finally getting my girl alone and finishing what we started.
“I was just thinking,” I answer, remembering Camille had asked a question. I pull our intertwined hands to my lips and press a kiss to the back of her hand.
“What were you thinking?”
“Now that you’re no longer my publicist, will you be my girlfriend?” I ask, the question coming out rushed and not as smooth as I was hoping it would. I got too excited to ask it. I’mfalling for her quickly and without reservation. Nothing would make me happier than to get to call her mine.
Camille stares at me with her big, beautiful aquamarine eyes. I love how her entire face lights up with her beaming smile. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”
I pull the SUV into the driveway and put it in park, twisting my body to face hers. “Really? No argument at all?”
She laughs. “No,boyfriend, no arguments from me. Not this time.”
I lean across the center console and kiss her.
She’s my girlfriend.
And she called me her boyfriend.
I pull away and shake my head. “I really thought you might argue about that one with your history of loving to fight with me.”
“We can fight later about what we’re going to order for dinner. I’m not fighting about being your girlfriend. I want to be yours just as badly as I want you to be mine.”
