Page 52 of The Wrong One

Cam

Ifelt like a total heel. I hurt her. When Ramsey finds out, it was going to hurt him. I was going to be hurt. It was a giant ball of hurt. No one was going to win this little game. My guilt and shame roared their ugly heads once again. It felt like I was carrying around the heaviest burden ever. It was tearing me in two. My desire for her and the roots of my friendship with her and Ramsey felt like I was being split right down the middle. I wanted to scream.

“I’m sorry,” I said again. “This is just the worst situation that could have happened. This is why I tried to tell Ramsey not to hire you.”

The words were out before I had a chance to run them through the internal filter and apply a little tact.”

“Excuse me?” she snapped. “You didn’t want to hire me? Nice, Cam. Really nice.”

I was going to swallow my whole foot at any moment. I couldn’t seem to say the right thing. “That’s not what I meant,” I said with a sigh. “I just meant I was worried it might be a distraction.”

“You thought I couldn’t do the job?”

She was pissed. Her nose was all scrunched up and her nostrils flared. Her eyes were practically shooting daggers at me. Her hands balled into fists.

“You are totally overreacting,” I said. “I was worried about something like what happened, happening. I didn’t want it to get in the way of my friendship with Ramsey. Or you for that matter.”

She shook her head. “Then you shouldn’t have asked me to the damn movies!”

“I didn’t invite you to the movies to have sex,” I said. “I invited you to the movies to get you out of your apartment. I didn’t want you sitting home alone and being subjected to Patrick’s bullshit!”

“Oh! So, it was a pity invite! This just gets better and better!”

I wanted to roar. I couldn’t say the right thing with her. “Stop!” I shouted. “Just fucking stop. I’m not here to fight with you. I came over to apologize and to tell you to get your ass back to work. You’re not quitting. Not over this.”

“Oh, I see you’re back to telling me what to do again.”

“Fuck me,” I groaned. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”

“You’re such an ass,” she muttered. “Leave.”

She reached across to grab my cup of coffee. I grabbed her wrist. “Is asshole your type then? Do you really think I’m that bad? Am I as bad as Patrick?”

I felt like shit all over again when I saw the look in her eyes. She was close enough that she was practically on top of me, just like that night in the car. I caught the scent of her shampoo. She glared at me once again. I didn’t let go of her wrist. I could feel she wanted to run from me. I wanted to finish our conversation. I wasn’t done.

“Forget about pissing off Ramsey,” she said. “There’s nothing to tell him. You and I are through. We never happened. You’re saved. You don’t have to tell my big brother you fucked me in the backseat of your car.”

It was my turn to get pissed. “Quit fucking saying that!”

I pulled her against me and kissed her. Our lips slammed together, sending an initial burst of pain through my lips when they smashed against my teeth. I didn’t care. I needed her to know how sorry I was. I needed her to feel everything that I was feeling. She tasted like tea and something sweet, like the type of candy I used to sneak as a kid. Our tongues tangled together, fighting for dominance. I wanted her to win. I wanted her to know that I was there with her, that I wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.

She moaned against my lips, and I knew that I was doing something right. I moved my hands down to her hips, pulling her closer to me. She felt so damn good in my arms. She was soft and warm, and I never wanted to let her go. I pulled away from her, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against my shoulder, nuzzling against my neck.

She wasn’t getting away with just a kiss. There was way too much passion burning between us. My skin was on fire for her. I pulled her back to me, pressing my lips against hers again, more urgently this time. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as our tongues danced together. I let my hands wander down to her ass, squeezing it lightly. She let out a low moan, and I knew she was as into this as I was.

I moved her off me and got to my feet, pulling her up to stand with me. I moved my hands up her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. She shuddered beneath my touch while her hands clawed at my back. She jerked my shirt up, pulling it from my pants and sliding her hands over my chest. I was instantly rock hard.

“I want you so bad.” I whispered.

“Then take me.”

We started walking toward her bedroom, but I couldn’t wait. I pushed her back against the wall in the hallway and kissed her again, sliding my hands up her shirt and unhooking her bra. I jerked her shirt off while she pushed mine up. I quickly undid a few buttons before pulling it over my head. My mouth immediately went for her breasts that were full and perky. Her nipples were hard. I leaned forward and kissed one of them, sucking it into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. She moaned and her hands reached down to the button of my pants. She popped it open and unzipped the fly, quickly sliding her hand inside, gripping my cock. I let out a low growl, feeling her fingers wrap around me.

I pulled away from her breast, looking into her eyes. “You sure you want this?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her into her bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, climbing on top of her. I kissed her again, feeling her hands digging into my back. My hands went to her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. I spread her legs and moved in closer as I ran a finger over her hot, wet center.

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