Page 67 of Time Loops & Meet Cutes
“What are you remembering?” he murmurs. “Have we ever—”
“No. It didn’t feel right, if I didn’t tell you about the time loop. And the time I did—my friend needed me. I had to go to her. But before that, you did…” I move his hand so it’s on the button of my jeans. “Are you sure? After everything I’ve said?”
“Yes.” He leads me through a door, then through another. It’s a small office, and there are papers in disarray. He lifts me onto the desk. “I’m going to tell Justin to open the front door at three. I’ll be back.”
He presses a kiss to my cheek, and when he leaves, I’m half-afraid that he won’t return. That, once again, this won’t actually happen. Though I’ve lived with the disappointment before, it feels like too much now.
But then he’s standing between my legs, reassuring me with his mouth on mine. I wrap my legs around him and pull his shirt over his head. A moment later, he does the same to me, and my bra quickly follows.
I feel a moment of self-consciousness. It’s been years since I’ve been shirtless in front of anyone. But that feeling is wiped awayas he dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth. I roll my hips, seeking out his, but he’s too far away. I groan in frustration.
“Just a second,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” Hurriedly, he undoes my jeans. “Have I ever made you come?”
Before I can reply, he slides my pants and underwear down. My bare ass hits the cool desk, and there’s something delicious about the fact that we’re not doing this in a bedroom.
“No…” It turns into a moan as he kneels and his tongue touches my clit. I grip the edge of the desk. I need this—I need him—so badly.
I’ve thought about it, of course. All the nights I’ve lain in bed alone, waiting for the day to restart, I’ve thought of feeling his mouth in places it’s been—and places it hasn’t. Until today, that is.
His touch feels like the most important thing in the world.
He slips two fingers inside me, and when I jolt, he looks up at me with delighted wickedness. I grab his hair and push his head back down because Ineedto finish.
Cam doesn’t keep me waiting. He dives between my legs with more enthusiasm than he has when singing sea shanties, and it’s all focused onme. He touches me like today is all we have, and I press my hips against him, shameless in my desperation, and move in time with the thrust of his fingers.
There are so many things I want that don’t seem to be possible. But this—thisis something I can have.
He picks up the pace, and I urge him on. I push my hips forward… and hold.
My release feels like more than a simple orgasm. For a few glorious seconds, all frustrations empty from my body, and I’m completely lost in pleasure.
When I open my eyes, Cam is standing. I waste no time in unzipping his pants and sliding a hand over his cock. Touchinghim like this… it makes my breath unsteady. My other hand reaches for the condom in my purse, which somehow ended up on a stack of papers. I hold it up, and he nods. While my current life seems to be free of consequences, it still feels wrong not to use protection. I tear open the wrapper and roll the condom over his erection, my hands shaking. When he presses the tip of his cock to my entrance, I cover my face. It’s too much yet not enough.
“You okay?” he asks, and for a split second, I flash back to all the other times he’s said that to me, in so many different situations that he no longer remembers.
“Yes,” I whisper at last.
He pushes inside, and I swear, Igrowl.
“I’m not going to last,” he says through clenched teeth.
I nod jerkily. Anything to get him to move.
And then he does.
My hands are all over him. I want to touch everything I can. Burn this into my memory, bright enough for the two of us.
One thing I’ll never, ever forget is the joy on his face. There’s an intensity there too, but more than anything, Cam looks absolutely fucking delighted.
And I’m delighted to be here with him.
His mouth crashes down on mine, and I can still feel his smile as he kisses me. I wrap my arms around him, needing as much contact as I can with him—as though, if I hold him tightly enough, I can keep him with me, keep him experiencing time in the same way that I do.
Overcome with the urge to see his face, I pull my head back. Sweat is beading on his skin. I rest my forehead against his, and he brings his finger to my lips. After I lick it, he drops his hand between our bodies and moves his finger over my clit.
He slides his other hand under my ass and tilts my hips. Thatangle… oh my god. I bury my face in the crook of his neck so every other person in this building doesn’t hear my scream.
He pushes into me a few more times and finds his own release.
