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DREW
Going to a club in the middle of the week wasn’t on my list of things that I needed to do, but it felt good to get out and have something else
to focus on.
Camille had only been living with me for a few days, but I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head. Every time I turned a corner in my house, I would see something of hers or smell her perfume. It was impossible to forget that she was there when I was surrounded by reminders of her.
As I walked out of the club, a model on each arm, cameras were flashing. I knew that the pictures would hit the internet in only a short matter of time. It would make Camille’s life more difficult, but I didn’t care. She was making my life difficult by walking around my house in nothing but tiny shorts and crop tops even though it was the middle of winter.
There was no way I was going home with either of the models, or their boss who trailed after us. Once the models were loaded into the waiting car, I turned to their boss and shook her hand. She smiled before climbing into the car with her girls.
The cameras were still flashing, and reporters were calling my name as I waited for the valet to bring my car around. I waved to a few of the reporters but kept my mouth shut. Camille was going to kill me when I got home. Though I should have been intimidated by that thought, it excited me instead. I wanted to get under her skin and drive her insane.
More than anything, I wanted to take her back to bed and get my fill of her.
It had been too long since I had last been with her.
As soon as I was in my car, I hit the button on the dash to call Camille. She ignored my call as I pulled away from the curb. I tried calling her two more times on the way home. Both times she ignored me. I laughed and grinned. I was in massive shit, and I was looking for a fight.
I loved how feisty she got when we were arguing. Each time she started going back at me, I thought about pinning her to the wall before tumbling into bed together.
When I walked inside, I didn’t see Camille at first. Her car was parked outside, and I knew she was staying home tonight. It was a work night. Camille wasn’t the type to go out and have fun on a work night.
“No. What’s it going to take to hold back those photos?” Camille asked, her voice echoing through the kitchen as I entered the room. “You and I both know that I will pay good money to keep them hidden.”
Camille turned around as a floorboard squeaked beneath my feet. There was fire in her eyes as she dragged one finger across her neck while glaring at me.
“Yes. I understand that this is a good payday for you after several days of slow news, but I can make it a better payday if those pictures never see the light of day.”
I grinned and leaned against the doorframe. She was going to lose her shit
the minute she was off the phone, and I couldn’t wait. We had been spending the last few days pretending that the other person didn’t exist. It was time for this little game to be over.
Camille paced from one side of the room to the other, still trying to barter with whoever was on the other end of the call. And after that call was over, she made another one and tried the same tactics.
By the time she was done with the third call, I had grabbed a pudding cup from the pantry and was nearly finished with it.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked, venom in her voice as she closed the distance between us to glare up at me.
“You’re going to have to enlighten me,” I said, shrugging as I scraped my spoon around the sides of the little plastic cup. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know that we’re trying to improve your image and show you to the public as a serious businessman and then you go to a club in the middle of the week and leave with models.”
I shrugged. “It’s not like it’s going to work. People will only ever see me one way and I’m fine with that.”
“You drive me insane. You don’t know that it’s not going to work but you still refuse to make a real effort. Fuck, Drew. You need to get your shit together before you lose work for a lot of good people. I need you to give a damn.”
“I think you’re overreacting about this. I didn’t get in the same car with the women. In fact, I got in my car and came straight here.”
“I don’t care! You smiled and waved to the paparazzi like you were a damn circus clown.”
Camille glared at the pudding cup in my hand. I scooped up the last bite
and offered it to her. The answering glare was enough to have me turning the spoon to my own mouth and eating the bite.
“You’re just going to eat a pudding cup like a child and not deal with this at all?”
“I think that there is a much bigger problem here. You never used to yell at me this much about going to a club and leaving with models. Especially not if I went home alone instead of going with them.”
She crossed her arms, her blue eyes narrowing. “Oh? And what’s your theory?”
“I think that you’re jealous.”
Camille scoffed and shook her head. Her gaze slowly traveled over my body before she smirked. “I honestly don’t know what I would be jealous about. In fact, I feel sorry for those women.”
I put the empty pudding cup and the spoon on the counter. Camille’s smirk only grew when I took a step toward her. I kept moving, backing her up until she was pressed against the counter. Her breathing hitched as I braced myself on the counter, my arms bracketing her.
“And why do you feel sorry for them?” I asked, my voice husky. I brushed my mouth over hers, grinning when she let out a breathy gasp.
Camille’s eyes sparked with mischief as she cupped the side of my neck, the tips of her fingers sinking into the hair at the nape of it.
“The sex wasn’t that good,” she whispered.
I arched an eyebrow at her, looking down at her silk camisole. Her nipples were stiffened peaks, poking through the fabric.
“If the sex wasn’t that good, you wouldn’t be turned on right now.” I dipped my head lower and trailed my mouth along her jaw before walking down the sensitive skin of her neck to her collarbone.
“And who says I am?”
“Camille, don’t lie to me,” I said, nipping at the tops of her breasts. “I know for a fucking fact that you are soaked. You want me as much as I want you.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” she said, her hands traveling down my chest to the buttons on my shirt.
My cock hardened, pressing against my jeans as I ran one hand beneath her shirt. I pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers.
“I don’t believe you.”
I didn’t want to talk anymore. I needed her and I needed her now.
Camille moaned as I massaged her breast, my mouth descending on hers. She continued to work her way down my buttons until she had my shirt open. Her fingers raked down my stomach before dropping to my pants.
Her hand drifted over my cock, teasing me before she opened the fly and pushed the rest of my clothing to the ground. I kicked the clothing off, my cock pressing against her stomach. The dripping precum would stain her shirt but it didn’t seem like she cared.
The thought only turned me on more. She would be covered in me.
Wearing proof of what we had done together.
She pressed her hands on my chest, sending me back a step. I groaned as she sank to her knees in front of me. She took my cock in her hand, giving it a hard squeeze before stroking up and down. Her teeth grazed the underside of my cock while her other hand played with my balls.
“Fuck, Camille, if you don’t put my cock in your mouth right now, I’m going to bend you over that counter and fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”
She smirked and gave the head of my cock a teasing lick. I groaned, my
hands sinking into her hair. Though I was holding her, I let her set the pace. Her tongue traced the underside of my cock, flattening against the head before she swallowed me.
I groaned and rocked my hips in time with her sucking, needing to drive myself deeper. She hollowed out her cheeks, her tongue pressing against my cock, circling the head while she sucked.
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that,” I said, pulling her head back by her hair. She looked up at me, the tip of my cock still in her mouth. Her smirk had my cock throbbing.
Camille got to her feet and slipped out of her clothing. I dipped my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, nipping at it before soothing the sting away with my tongue. One hand massaged her other breast. Her moans filled the room as her hand slipped between her legs.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. Camille spread her legs with a wicked smile, her finger still circling her clit. She leaned back, pushing her breasts out, and continued to play with herself.
As she circled her clit, I stroked my cock. My eyes were glued to her as she moaned, wetness dripping down her thighs. When she dipped a finger inside herself, I nearly came.
“Fucking hell, wildcat.”
I picked her up, my cock brushing against her entrance as I spun us around and pinned her to the wall. As my cock entered her, I took both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head.
Camille moaned and rocked her hips in time with my thrusts. Her pussy was throbbing around me as I drove myself deeper. With the way she was milking me, I wasn’t going to last long.
“Come for me, wildcat,” I said, dipping my head to pull her nipple into my
mouth and rolling my hips. “Come all over my cock.”
Her back arched, changing the angle as I bit her nipple. She moaned, her inner walls clenching around me hard. Camille’s wetness coated my cock as I let go of her wrists to grab her hips.
I moved faster, my cock hardening as her pussy continued to clench around me. When her nails raked down my back, I thrust harder into her.
“Fuck, wildcat, I’m going to fucking fill you up with my come.”
Camille’s nails dug deeper into my back as she moaned my name, another orgasm rolling through her. The clenching of her inner walls around my cock felt too good. I rocked my hips faster, driving myself into her up to the hilt as my release rushed out.
“What was that about bad sex?” I asked as I pulled out of her and set her on the floor.
Camille rolled her eyes and shrugged, leaning back against the wall. “It was alright. Not the best.”
I chuckled and reached between her legs, pushing two fingers into her entrance. She clenched around me, both of our releases mixing as I teased her. My thumb pressed against her clit as I pushed my fingers deeper into her. “I guess I’m going to have to make you come until you remember how
good the sex is, wildcat,” I said, dropping to my knees in front of her.