Page 12 of Flirt Like A Pin-Up

I gasp. “How do you know that name?”

Smiling, he kisses the top of my thigh and then stands up, pulling me tight against his body. “Have you ever seen our 1955 Chevy truck? It was one of our grandfather’s most treasured possessions. He left it to Coulter and I when he died.”

Shaking my head, I rise up on my tiptoes to kiss his jaw while sliding my palm over the bulge tenting his slacks and poking me in the belly.

He cups my ass and lifts me, tossing me on to the bed. Before I can yelp, he’s on me, kissing me breathlessly, his fingers flicking open the clasp on my bra.

“You were saying about the truck?” I moan as I arch into his touch, his lips scorching a trail of hot kisses across my décolleté.

Camden rolls to my side and rests his head on his palm, looking down at me as he plucks my exposed nipples until they are hardened peaks. Then he slides his hand lower, skimming the black lace covering my pussy. His voice is husky, eyes glazed, and I’m thinking his mind isn’t on my modeling career right now. “My mechanic, a super niche guy who only works on classic cars, has your picture in his office. I guess you posed with him at a car show a year or so ago. When I asked him about it, he told me the event organizers hire pin-up models to walk around and take pictures with attendees and cars. My understanding is Cherry Crush is a crowd favorite.”

“Does that bother you?”

Camden brings his eyes up to mine. “As long as there are no private photo sessions going on, and guys are respectful with their hands, it doesn’t bother me one bit.”

“No private sessions, and there are no nudes of me out there, either.” My eyes flutter shut as soon as he slips under my panties and slides his middle finger between my labia, finding me slick and ready.

He growls and lowers his head, latching on to my nipple. He bites and sucks, his finger teasing my clit with tiny little circles. I fist a handful of his hair as I ride his finger, pulling him tighter against my bosom.

Camden stops what he’s doing and grabs my wrists, stretching them over my head. “You’ve had me hard and aching for over nine months, so you’re going to do exactly what I say as I get my first long-overdue drink of you. Wrap your fingers around these bars and don’t let go until I tell you. Understood?”

I do as he says, too surprised and turned on by his commanding tone to give him a verbal response.

“Good girl.”

His words warm me from head to toe.

He sits up on his knees and positions himself between my splayed thighs, his eyes heating as he takes in my black lace panties and matching garter embroidered with tiny cherries. “Do you always wear such enticing lingerie under your clothing?”

“Only when I want to feel sexy.”

He trails his fingertips lightly over my skin, as if memorizing every curve. “Everything about you is sexy, Margot. But you’re also beautiful—inside and out. A truly kind and caring person, which is what I love most about you.”

Camden locks eyes with me as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly revealing his chest and broad shoulders. I might be the pin-up model, but he moves like a man performing a striptease.

“Mmmm.” I waggle my eyebrows and adjust my grip on the slats in his headboard.

“You like what you see, Margot?”

“It’s a good start, Camden. What else do you have for me?”

6

CAMDEN

Alow growl rips from my throat as I yank my belt free of my pant loops. Margot’s being a good girl right now, keeping her fingers firmly wrapped around the slats in my headboard, but I’m tempted to use my belt to secure her anyway—just so I can see the leather wrapped around her wrists.

Instead, I toss my belt to the floor, unsnap her garters, and then slip my fingers under her delicate panties, pulling them down her thick, toned thighs. She was wet when I touched her earlier, but now I plan to make her soaked—and after she comes and screams my name, I’m asking her to marry me.

Earlier, I said I wanted to elope. I’m sure she thinks I’m bullshitting, and although it was a spontaneous statement, I meant it with every fiber of my being. I want Margot Talbot to become Mrs. Camden Manning.

The sooner, the better.

I slide my tongue up her inner thigh, pushing her legs farther apart and thrusting my tongue into her sweet cunt. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to taste and touch her, and nothing about her disappoints. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I slide my fingers inside to stroke her g-spot. She arches off the bed, her hand coming down to clutch the sheets beside her hip.

“You better grab hold of that headboard, Cherry, or I’m not going to let you come.”

She whimpers but does exactly as she’s told.

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