Chapter 41 #2
I turned just in time to see him open a hidden panel at the very back of the closet and pull out a sleek matt-black case. He opened it carefully and . . .
Diamonds.
Shitloads of them. He poured a handful into my palm, and we both stared down at them.
‘Fucking hell,’ Cam whispered.
I reached out and touched one, and although I’d never been a jewellery kind of girl, never dreamed of a rock on my finger, some innate womanly instinct kicked in, the one that seemed to draw us towards glittery things like moths to a flame.
As if the diamond was emitting a low frequency that only I could hear, beckoning me towards it . . .
‘Naughty.’ Cam slapped my finger away playfully.
‘Well, at least we know the diamond sale is real.’
He nodded. ‘Now we just need to figure out with who and when.’
We both froze as loud footsteps sounded outside, and then Victor’s voice.
‘Quickly,’ Cam hissed, putting the diamonds away.
I looked around the room, but there was nowhere to go. Literally nowhere.
‘Fuck!’ I frantically flicked my head from side to side. ‘We’re trapped.’
The door handle began to turn, and I made a split-second decision.
Ripping my dress off and throwing it to the floor, I shoved Cam in the chest. He fell backwards onto the bed, and I climbed on top of him as quickly as I could, ripping his shirt open for added authenticity.
Buttons flew everywhere. And then I started kissing him.
I moaned loudly, as if his lips were giving me multiple leg-shaking orgasms. And of course, he responded, grabbing my face between his hands and opening his mouth, deepening the kiss until it felt like we were both inside each other.
‘Oh my God! Sorry, sorry . . .’ It was Victor’s voice, and now it was time to start acting. I swung around in mock-startle mode, gasping in horror. But when I looked at Victor and noticed his expression, I glanced down.
‘Shit!’ I’d forgotten that I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress.
I quickly cupped my breasts, this time in real shock.
‘I’m so, so sorry.’ I went to climb off Cam, but for some reason, I couldn’t move.
It was as if something had pinned me in place.
I looked down. Cam had planted his hands firmly on the tops of my thighs and was gripping me tightly.
‘Sorry, Victor,’ he said. But he wasn’t looking in Victor’s direction at all; his eyes were firmly locked on to mine.
‘We got a little carried away. We were looking for a private place . . . you know how it goes.’ He spoke casually and confidently, as if this didn’t bother him in the slightest. His hands moved further up my legs.
He was taking full advantage of this situation and, from the look on his face, loving every second of it.
Shit, and clearly so was I, because a breathy moan escaped my lips as his thumbs started rubbing circles on my thighs. I looked down to see my skin betraying me in the most treacherous way possible: it had pimpled, little hairs standing up everywhere, followed by a visible thigh quiver.
‘Sorry, Victor, is this your room?’ Cam asked, but his eyes still did not move from me.
Victor laughed. ‘It’s your room now, but I suggest you lock the door.’
‘Will do,’ Cam said, and he gripped my thighs even tighter. ‘Come here, baby.’
‘I’m no one’s fucking baby!’ I whisper-hissed down at him, my hands still cupping my breasts.
‘Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty to me,’ he said loudly, no doubt for Victor’s benefit. We both looked at the door. Victor was gone, but not quite, because I could still see foot shadows on the other side. Pervert!
‘Yes, aah, just like that. Yes, like that,’ I said loudly, and then moaned again, shooting Cam a look that said: Play along.
‘Fucking hell,’ he said softly, too softly. ‘That was so hot.’
‘So hot!’ I repeated loudly, aiming my voice at the door. I looked pointedly at Cam again, but he just smiled, as if totally unconcerned about Victor, and then reached out and placed both hands over my wrists.
‘Let go,’ he murmured. He was not saying that for Victor’s sake at all.
In fact, he was no longer playing, I could see it in his eyes.
‘Let go.’ Although it was a soft whisper, it felt like a very loud command.
And for some reason, in that moment, I listened.
I let go of my breasts and allowed my arms to float down.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ Cam said again.
‘Touch me,’ I whispered. I wasn’t doing this for Victor any more either. But I didn’t wait for Cam to respond; instead, I took charge. I grabbed his hands and put one on my waist, raising the other to my lips. Then I took one of his fingers into my mouth and sucked on it while I ground into him.
Cam moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. I ground into him again. He was so hard, and for once I felt like I had all the power, straddling him like this, sucking on his fingers. I was in control.
He looked up at me, and I couldn’t help my satisfied smile.
‘Got me where you want me?’ he asked, and I nodded.
That was when he pulled his hand away from my mouth and wrapped it tightly around my neck.
‘Maybe it’s me who has you exactly where I want you.
’ His other hand was around my thigh, and I don’t know how he did it, but somehow, he flipped us.
Suddenly I was pinned to the bed beneath him, his weight pressing down on me.
‘Bit of a predicament we find ourselves in, isn’t it?’ he asked, looking down at me with eyes that were as stormy as the weather outside.
‘What’s the predicament?’
‘Well, we’re supposed to be working, but really I just want to fuck you senseless,’ he said.
I smiled up at him. ‘So what are we going to do about it?’
‘Only one thing we can do, really.’ And then he brought his mouth crashing down onto mine.
I gripped the back of his head as his hands tangled in my hair and tugged.
Lifting my hips, I tried to angle myself so that his cock pressed up against me in just the right spot.
And when it did, when I had it exactly where I wanted it, I rocked my hips back and forth.
He tugged harder on my hair as I did that, but his lips never left mine.
Pain mingled with pleasure, which was only exacerbated by the rocking of the boat now. I could hear the storm outside growing.
My hands left his head and I started tearing at what was left of his shirt. Cam moaned, and the sound was so devastating, so sexy that I totally lost touch with reality. All semblance of what was real and what wasn’t vanished.
Almost.
Because reality suddenly came knocking. Literally.
Cam and I froze, lips still locked.
‘Uh, sorry to interrupt.’ It was Victor. ‘The captain says there’s a storm coming and we need to get back to shore. Apparently things are going to get a bit rough.’
She’d ruined me.
She’d definitely, definitely ruined me.
I hadn’t realised it at first. Not for a while, anyway.
Not until long after she’d left and I’d started trying to find someone else.
Someone who might make me feel something even close to what she did.
I tried. I went out with women. Good ones.
Accomplished ones. Smart ones. Hot ones.
Women who looked really good on paper and on my arm.
But something always felt wrong. Off. We’d get to the third date, maybe the fourth. We’d flirt, we’d drink, we’d laugh at things I didn’t really find funny. And eventually, yeah, I’d take them to bed.
That was when it used to hit me.
They weren’t her.
Their touch was too soft. Their words were too sweet. They didn’t challenge, push back, fight. I’d go through the motions, pretending it was fine, but I’d always end up lying next to them in the dark, staring up at the ceiling and asking myself what the hell I was doing.
Because I knew it wasn’t them. It was me.
She’d branded herself onto me.
Got inside me so deeply that I couldn’t shake her.
She’d ruined sex for me.
She’d ruined intimacy.
She’d ruined connection.
And now here she was. Pressed up against me, her dress on the floor and her hips grinding into mine. And I knew without a shred of doubt that I’d never want anyone else. Not the way I wanted her. Not even close.
Question was, did she want me like that too?