15. Felicity
Icould still hear Nina’s silly taunts in my head as I waited outside Cameron’s door. Jokes about “the world’s most convenient booty call” and being the boss’s pet. She was right on both counts. I sure liked the fact that my walk of shame was going to be just a quick elevator ride.
I’d piled my hair in a bun and worn a simple t-shirt dress and flip-flops, but what I had going on underneath it was about to blow Cameron’s mind.
He opened the door a few seconds after I rang the doorbell, as if he’d been waiting for me.
“Well, hello there. You look comfy.”
I pushed past him, giving him a gentle hip check. “You think so?”
I kicked off my flip-flops, then walked down the hallway with my fingertips tugging on the hem of my dress, ready to begin my striptease, only to be greeted by a very enthusiastic Boris.
“Oh, hey there, mister!” I laughed as he danced around me. “Nice to see you, too.”
The cheerful canine host was derailing my plans a little, and Cameron picked up on that fact.
“Hey B, do you want a bone?” he asked.
Clearly, he knew that as awesome as Boris was, he had the potential to kill the mood.
The dog juked away from me at the mention of the treat and followed Cameron to the kitchen. While he was busy taking care of Boris, I looked around his much-much-bigger-than-my-apartment penthouse to find the perfect spot for my little stunt.
I’d been so focused on making sure Boris was okay the night he ate cough drops that I hadn’t looked around much, but now, as the sun was setting in the distance, I could really take in the sumptuous space. The walls were dark gray, hung with a few giant scrawly paintings that were probably museum-worthy masterpieces, but the real focal point in the room was the view of the park from the windows. I walked up to enjoy it, because all I could see outside my window a dozen floors below was a brick wall from the building across the street.
“Hey,” his voice echoed behind me.
I turned slowly to face him. “Hey.”
We stared at one another across the room in a sort of sexy standoff. Who was going to be the first one to break?
Obviously Cameron, once I put my plan into action.
I smiled at him, then slipped my dress off with a quick swish, letting it drop to the ground at my feet.
“Holy shit,” he whispered in awe.
With good reason, because I was wearing a nearly invisible lingerie set that was only a few straps of pink satin and mesh, embellished with delicate, lacy flower details by the hips.
Cameron crossed the room without another word and pulled me into his arms so forcefully I tripped against him. His mouth was on mine immediately, claiming me with his kiss.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” he whispered in my ear.
“Tell me,” I sighed, letting my head drop back as his kisses trailed down my neck.
“Your skin is…” he kissed along my shoulder. “Velvet,” he managed. He paused to gaze at me. “Your breasts,” he sighed. “I just want to stare at them.”
I laughed softly. “It’s more fun if you touch them.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him to me again. He kissed me with such perfect intensity that I didn’t even realize he was unsnapping my bra until it dropped to the floor. His hands skimmed down my body to clench my ass.
“How is it,” I purred into his ear, “that I’m basically naked and you still look like Mr. Bossman?” I reached down and gave his tie a tug. “Let’s get you undressed.”
I finally managed to pry myself away from his sinful lips and slowly undid his tie, then the buttons on his shirt. I eased it off his shoulders, and it was my turn to be amazed.
“Holy shit yourself,” I sighed.
I could tell just from his torso that Cameron’s body was built for fucking. Strong arms, a broad chest with a light scatter of hair across it, and a stomach that obviously knew a thing or two about crunches. He was made for strength and stamina—and I fully intended to test both to their limits.
“You’re staring,” he chuckled as he quickly undid his belt and pants.
“I mean…” I trailed off and ran my hand down his solid chest. “Look at you.”
He slid his pants and briefs down and my jaw dropped. Cameron was the owner of the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Perhaps the biggest as well.
“Get over here,” he growled, interrupting my admiration.
I took a step closer, then dropped to my knees in front of him, immediately taking his full length into my mouth.
He inhaled sharply. “Felicity…”
I could tell he wanted to get right to fucking me, but, as I’d expected, the rhythm of my mouth and tongue along his cock was too much for him to resist. He pulled the elastic from my hair and wound the long strands around his fist as I worked him. I could feel heat pooling between my legs as his breathing became more ragged.
I loved seeing big, strong Cameron O’Connor under my spell.
“Felicity…” he panted, gently pushing himself deeper into my mouth. “I want to fuck you…I need to…”
He was saying one thing, but his body was betraying him. I ignored him and kept worshipping him with my tongue. He seemed to be at war with himself, wanting me to keep going while wishing he could bury his cock deep inside another part of me.
“No.”
He pulled away abruptly with an anguished grunt and picked me up from my knees in a single fluid motion, then cradled me as he carried me over to the couch. He placed me down on the edge so my feet were on the floor, then pushed me back against it.
“My turn.”
Cameron slid his finger beneath the delicate strap on my underwear and snapped it in half, then pulled the ruined scrap out from beneath me. He bumped between my legs, looking almost hungry as he stared into my eyes, then lowered his head and pressed his mouth between my legs.
The jolt of his warm tongue swirling against my nub pulled an immediate cry of pleasure out of me. I writhed as he made love to me with his mouth, trying to hold on even though the orgasm was right there. I couldn’t comprehend how Cameron could get me to this point so quickly. It was like he could read exactly what my body needed, and he delivered on it, big time. Tongue, fingers, both together…I couldn’t keep track of the sensations building inside of me.
Cameron pushed against me and eased my leg over his shoulder, and the new angle was all I needed to throw me over the edge. One delicious tongue-sweep later and I was arching my back in a firestorm of ecstasy, chanting his name over and over.
When I finally caught my breath and opened my eyes, Cameron was watching me, still kneeling between my legs.
“I like the way you sound when you come,” he said in a low voice. “Especially when you say my name.” We stared at each other, the tension of the moment heavy in the air.
He leaned over to grab something from his pants, and when I heard the crinkle, I knew he was rolling on a condom.
“I like it so much that I need to hear it again. I wanna hear you screaming ‘Cameron’ at the top of your lungs when you come this time.”
I didn’t even have a chance to answer because he swept me up in his arms and moved me all the way back on the couch, then covered my body with his.
“Cameron, you feel so good,” I sighed, scratching lightly down his back with my fingernails.
He shivered. “No matter how you touch me I always want more,” he said gruffly.
He teased me with the tip of his cock, pressing ever so slightly on my heat, and I squirmed beneath him, trying to coax him closer.
“You ready?” he whispered in my ear.
He was still hovering at my seam, teasing my slick nub and promising more.
“Since the first moment I saw you.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before he pushed inside me with a heavy grunt. He filled me so perfectly, the wave of my climax started to build the moment we connected. I immediately raised my hips and wrapped my legs behind his back so I could take the full length of him.
Cameron started off slowly, teasing me with a steady rhythm, but the sound of my little whimpers and moans did something to him, and each thrust got harder. He wrapped his hands around my hips and raised onto his knees, positioning me so that only my shoulders were still touching the couch, all the while fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.
He reached down between my legs to caress me as he stroked in and out, and the orgasm that was right there, just waiting for the perfect moment, roared out of me with a force that nearly brought tears to my eyes.
It obviously wasn’t the first time I’d had an orgasm with a man, but it was the first time it had ever felt like that.
I was still riding out the shockwaves when Cameron threw his head back and let out a primal roar that seemed to go on forever. He paused, breathing heavily, then slowly lowered us back down to the couch so he could rest on top of me.
“That was…” I panted.
“Just the beginning,” Cameron answered, kissing my neck.
I could barely form a coherent thought as we rested in the afterglow, but the one persistent drumbeat echoing in my head was how I’d never been properly fucked before.
NowI understood what my romance novels were talking about!
Our breathing evened out, almost in synch.
“Did you hear that?” Cameron asked, picking his head up off my chest.
“I don’t hear anything,” I answered.
“Boris is finished with his bone, and now he’s nosing around the kitchen trying to find something to get into,” he groaned. “Guess I need to get up and feed him. The last thing I want is for him to come in here and find us.”
“Yes, he’d be shocked if he knew his father was no longer a virgin,” I joked.
He chuckled. “You’re ridiculous.”
Cameron gazed into my eyes for a moment, then leaned down to kiss me fully on the mouth. The kiss was enough to rev both of us up again, and I started moving against his body with a feral want.
“No, Felicity,” he groaned. “Stop.”
“Never.”
We kissed for a few seconds longer until Cameron pulled away with a frustrated growl.
“I need to get cleaned up anyway,” he said, padding away.
“Nice ass!” I yelled after him.
A few minutes later I was dressed, although going commando since he’d ripped my panties off. I joined him in the kitchen where he was mixing up dinner for Boris.
I glanced in the bowl at a mixture that could’ve passed for human meatloaf. “Looks fancy.”
“Nothing but the best for my boy,” he said proudly.
After he put the bowl on the ground and Boris got to work on it, he turned to me. “I’d say we worked up an appetite. Can I make something for you?”
If dog food could make my stomach growl, then I definitely needed sustenance. “Hold on, you cook?”
He shrugged as he opened the refrigerator. “Not all that often, but I can make a mean aglio e olio. Daniel just restocked the kitchen, so I’ve got some huge fresh shrimp and homemade angel hair from Terranova. What do you think?”
I was practically drooling. “Yes, please!”
“Perfect. Can you go to the butler’s pantry and grab the big white serving dish? It’s in the cabinet by the sink. I usually eat right from the pot, but let’s pretend to be civilized tonight.”
“Civilized men don’t rip women’s panties,” I joked as I walked toward the pantry. I raised the hem of my dress and flashed my ass at him, getting a groan of appreciation.
As expected, the butler’s pantry was huge and beautiful enough to be yet another focal point of the apartment. There were four cabinets, so I started poking through them to find anything resembling a serving dish.
The man was stocked for parties galore. I searched through the first cabinet, which was filled with crystal stemware, decanters, stacks of fine china, cheeseboards, and flatware sets, but no serving bowls. I opened the second and found stacks of linens. I ran my hand along the top of the sumptuous fabric, wondering if the bright white napkin had ever been used. My finger bumped up against something hard shoved in between the wall and the stack, so I pulled it out.
The frame held a photo of Cameron and a stunning raven-haired woman. She was looking directly at the camera and laughing, and Cameron was staring at her, his mouth closed but smiling. My heart lurched at the joy in the image. Who was this mystery woman who had Cameron under her spell?
“That’s Carolina,” he said, making me jump in shock. I’d been so caught up staring at the photo that I hadn’t even heard him approach. “My ex,” he explained.
“She’s beautiful,” I admitted, even though it pained me.
He smirked. “And troubled. Which I found out a little too late.”
“Do you mind telling me what happened?” I asked tentatively.
Cameron let out a weary sigh. “Carolina and I had a whirlwind romance. She was wild and impetuous, which was sexy as hell at first. But then I started to realize her behavior was really just a way to get back at her parents. She had a strict upbringing—fire and brimstone stuff. She wanted to break free, and she saw me as her way out. Her parents hated my lifestyle,” he smiled wryly. “I was known for being a bit of a hedonist back in the day.”
I squinted at the photo and focused on her hand. “Is she wearing…did you two get married?”
Cameron nodded slowly. “We did. That photo was from our honeymoon.” He let out a harsh laugh. “It lasted almost as long as our marriage: a three-week trip and a two-week marriage.” He reached over to take the photo from me, glancing at it quickly, then slipping it back in the cupboard.
My eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”
“Oh yeah. When I realized she was just using me to make a point to her parents, I had it annulled. But really, we didn’t make sense together. We had an amazing time together when it was all new and fresh—and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I admit I got caught up in how damn good it felt being with her, which is why I proposed. But once we were on that honeymoon, spending all of our time together, we discovered we had nothing in common. We’d sit at the breakfast table and struggle to find things to talk about. I lost my head to love and paid the price.” Cameron paused to consider it. “Well, not really. The damage would’ve been much greater if I’d let the whole thing drag on. Better to cut my losses quickly.”
“I’m…I’m sorry,” I said, unsure of what else to say as I processed this new information about him. It sounded like he was talking about a business transaction, which left a sour feeling in my stomach.
“Well, that’s what I get for letting my heart rule my brain,” he said in a matter-of-fact voice, like it was common knowledge that falling in love would always end poorly. “Look at Tyler. Same thing happened to him, in a sense. He picked the wrong person, and she fucked him up in a dozen different ways. I can’t exactly blame all the problems with the second album on her—Tyler made some mistakes there, for sure—but she didn’t help, running him ragged with all the partying she wanted to do. Not to mention all the drugs she was into…and that she got him into, before leaving him behind with a load of addictions and a broken heart.”
I felt myself frowning at the revelations. Was that really how Cameron saw love—as something that tore people up and left them broken in the aftermath?
“Anyway, live and learn,” he said, gently closing the cupboard door and walking to the one I hadn’t checked. He pulled out a white bowl and held it up. “The pasta water is probably boiling—let’s get moving.”
I followed behind him, trying not to think too hard about what was happening between us. It was nothing more than a fake relationship with a little bit of good sex sprinkled on top. Incredible sex.
I needed to keep reminding myself of that fact, to keep the reins tight around my heart, because Cameron O’Connor wasn’t the type to make the same mistake twice.
As if falling in love could ever be considered a mistake.