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DREW
Have I ever told you that I hate putting on a tux?” I asked as I looked down at Camille. Her hair was swept over one shoulder and pinned
into place, soft curls falling down over her collarbone. The dress she wore flowed outward slightly, hiding her slowly growing bump.
She was stunning.
“You look good in a tux,” she said as she fixed my tie. “And this is the perfect opportunity to showcase you as a new man in front of several of the investors.”
“I don’t understand why we have to throw charity galas all the time. We should consider doing a charity food truck rally. We could raise money for a local food bank.”
Camille paused, her hands on my chest as she looked up at me. I reached up and twirled a curl around my finger, tugging on it lightly.
“You know,” she said. “That’s actually not a bad idea. You should take that to Clarke and Tyson. It could be more of a company event too. Everyone would be able to bring their families. We could have games and bounce houses for the kids.”
I grinned. “Alright. I have a meeting with them in a couple days, so I’ll bring it up then. Will you help me with the planning? I have no clue where to begin.”
“Of course,” Camille said with a smile as she stood on her toes. She brushed her mouth over mine in a soft kiss before turning her back to me. “Zip me up?”
My fingers trailed along her spine, tracing patterns into her bare skin. Camille shivered slightly, looking over her shoulder at me. I could see the heat in her gaze as I grabbed her zipper and slowly pulled it up.
“You’re going to make yourself late if you keep up with that,” Camille said. “You still have to pick up Tammy.”
“I don’t want to pick up Tammy,” I said, my mood souring as Camille turned around to look at me again. “I want to go to the gala with you.”
“It’s not happening,” Camille said, using the stern voice she used when she wasn’t going to let me gain an inch. “You know why I can’t go with you. I want to, Drew, I really do. Now isn’t the time though.”
“I think that it’s as good of a time as any.”
“How about the fact that I’m starting to show more each day? The bump is hard to hide in this dress.” She smiled and shook her head. “Go with Tammy, Drew. Have a good time. We’re still going to be together at the end of the night. Hell, tonight we’re not even getting that far.”
I sighed and nodded. “Fine, have it your way. But I’m stealing you for a dance while we’re there and once we get to the hotel room, it’s a no clothes zone.”
Camille rolled her eyes, but her smile only grew larger. “I guess I can save a dance for you. Now, get going before you’re late. I’ve worked with Tammy a few times and she is not the kind of woman who will be nice if you’re late.”
“Then I guess I’ll drive as slow as possible and hope that she cancels the date.”
“This isn’t exactly easy for me either,” Camille said.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. “I know. I’m frustrated with this entire situation, but I know why we’re doing it.”
“Then get going,” she said even as she looped her arms around my neck. “I’ll see you there and then we can dance together at some point in the night.”
“I’m holding you to that promise.”
I kissed her, my mouth slanting against hers and promising that more would come tonight when we got to the hotel room. Camille moaned into the kiss, her fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of my neck.
Even though I had to go, I had half a mind to drag her to bed and never leave again.
Instead, I kissed her again quickly before heading out the door.
The charity gala had started three hours ago, and Camille had avoided me since. She kept close to Leigh and Haley, pretending that she didn’t see me any time I looked over at her.
It was driving me insane. I was tired of keeping us a secret. Especially with an annoying woman hanging off my arm instead of the woman I wanted to be with.
Tammy was one never-ending stream of consciousness. Every thought that popped into her head seemed to come out of her mouth. More than once on
the drive over, I considered jumping out of the car and running back home to Camille.
Now, after hours of attempting to be a good date, I was tired.
“Actually,” I said, interrupting another one of Tammy’s stories about what an unnamed client did, “if you’ll excuse me for a few minutes.”
Before she could say anything, I took off into the crowd. I weaved through the mingling people and made my way to the little alcove in the ballroom where Camille was standing. Gauzy curtains lined the room, hiding the doors from sight and making the ballroom look like the inside of a cloud.
Camille looked up as I approached, frowning slightly as she lifted her glass of water and took a sip. She set the glass on a little golden table beside her before crossing her arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her tone hushed so the people around us didn’t hear.
“I’ve come to claim that dance that you said I could have.”
“Drew,” she said with a sigh, “I don’t know if that’s the best idea. It’s going to look bad. I thought about it more on the way over here and it’s best if we don’t interact as anything other than friends.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, so, you send me here on a date. You won’t look at me the entire night. And then when I come over here, you don’t want to dance with me anymore. You’re going to have to clear things up a little for me, Camille, because I don’t know what’s happening.”
Her arms dropped to her side and she shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought that sending you out on a date would be a good way to reinforce to the rest of Crestwood Capital that you and I aren’t together.”
“You’ve done a brilliant job of that,” I said, hating the slight edge of bitterness in my voice.
I knew that she was doing what she thought was best for both of us, but that didn’t mean that I had to like it.
“I spent all night watching you dance with other men from Crestwood. I watched you dance with other men from other companies, but you won’t give me one dance?”
“I’m trying to make sure that we can improve your image. Having your employee hanging off you is not going to do that.”
I stepped closer to her, leaning down slightly so my face was hovering inches from hers. “I would argue that dancing with you is the best thing that I could possibly do to improve my image.”
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth turned up in a slight smile. “Does that line work on all the girls?”
“Doesn’t need to work on all the girls. I just need it to work on you.”
Camille chuckled and shook her head. Her eyes were sparkling with amusement as she looked up at me.
“You really don’t give up, do you?” she asked.
“Not even a little bit. Come dance with me, Camille. One dance together isn’t going to cause a scandal.”
“It might if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
I grinned and leaned closer to her. “You’ll be begging for my hands all over you soon.”
“One dance,” Camille said, her cheeks flaming as she took me by the hand.
Chuckling, I followed her to where other couples were dancing to the music the string quartet was playing.
It was odd to think about where I had come from and where I was now. I was standing in a fully decorated ballroom, in a tux, and swaying with a beautiful woman in my arms.
Years ago, I had been couch surfing and trying to make a name for myself.
Now, I was going to have twins and I was dating an intelligent and ambitious woman.
Life was finally going the way I wanted it to and that was what worried me.
“Are you getting lost in your own head?” Camille asked quietly as I spun her around the room. “Because you look like you’re getting a little lost.”
“Only a little bit,” I said with a smile as I looked down at her. “You’re beautiful.”
“Say that a little louder and get us caught,” Camille said, though she was smiling. “You look good too. I’m tired of dancing though. What do you say we head up to the room?”
My cock hardened, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. “Absolutely.
You sneak up there. I’ll say my goodbyes and then take off.”
Camille nodded as the song came to an end. She took off into the crowd, heading straight for Leigh and Haley. The three of them bent their heads together, whispering about who knew what.
I smiled as I watched her laughing with the other two before she ran a hand over her stomach. Haley and Leigh gave her hugs before she disappeared behind one of the gauzy curtains.
“You know, if you keep staring at her like that then some people are going to start thinking some things,” Tyson said as he appeared at my side. “Although, that could just be me. Clarke definitely hasn’t noticed.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, taking a flute of champagne from a waiter’s tray as they passed. I took a sip to avoid having to say anything other than that.
“Sure you don’t,” Tyson said with a shrug and a smile. “You know, I can’t
quite figure out if there is something there or not. But I know that you look at her like how I look at Haley.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to brush it off. “Nope. We’re just getting along better than we were. You told me that I have to work with her to improve my image, remember?”
“I know,” Tyson said. “I’m going to go over to Clarke and both of us might go to the bar in the far corner of the room with our backs to the door. I assume that you’re tired, have made a generous donation to the children’s hospital, and will be leaving early due to an early morning meeting?”
“Exactly,” I said. “I am going home to get ready to do work in the morning. I have a thought about another charity event that I want to bring up with you and Clarke later.”
“Great,” Tyson said, his smile growing wider as he clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m glad to see that you’re taking more of an interest in Crestwood’s community outreach.”
Tyson turned and walked away, still grinning as he grabbed Clarke by the arm and hauled him over to the bar. I watched the pair of them as I finished my champagne. Tyson looked over his shoulder and winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, but I wasn’t going to bother sticking around the event to prove him wrong. Camille was waiting for me, and I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.
As soon as I was out of the ballroom, I made my way to the elevator bank. I was already undoing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt when the elevator came to a stop at our floor.
When I opened the door, my jaw nearly dropped. Camille was lounging in the middle of the bed, soft music playing in the background. She was wearing scraps of dark purple lace that left nothing to the imagination.
Not that I needed anything to imagine. There wasn’t an inch of her body that I hadn’t memorized.
“Well, someone is a little eager,” she said, propping herself up on her forearms as I shucked off the rest of my clothing.
“This was not on when we left,” I said, stroking my cock as I approached the edge of the bed.
I ran my thumb over the head, smoothing the drop of precum as I looked down at her. Camille smirked and looked down at the lace.
“No. It wasn’t.”
Camille sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. She kept her legs spread as she looked up at me, her fingers sliding over the thin fabric and circling her clit. I groaned as her tongue darted out, licking the head of my cock.
“Don’t tease me, Camille.”
“Why not?” she asked, arching her back and pushing her breasts forward as she continued to toy with her clit.
I stroked my cock harder, watching as she played with herself. Camille moaned as she moved her underwear to the side, her fingers sliding into her pussy.
“Fucking hell,” I said, letting go of my cock to wrap her hair around my hand. “Stop playing with yourself and start sucking me.”
Camille was quick to hollow her cheeks and take my cock in her mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside of my cock as I fisted her hair, driving myself as deep as I could.
“Good girl,” I said, my cock hardening when she looked up at me. “Take it all.”
She went to reach between her legs again, but I grabbed both hands in my free one and held them above her head. Camille moaned around my cock,
sucking harder as I set the pace, rocking my hips faster.
When her teeth grazed against the sensitive skin, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let go of her hands. She watched through hooded eyes as I got to the ground in front of her, kneeling between her legs.
I ran my fingers along the fabric that covered her slit, feeling her wetness soaking through the fabric and coating my fingers. She grabbed my wrist when I pulled away slightly, bringing my fingers to her mouth and licking them clean.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, reaching down to fist my cock as her tongue flicked the last of her juices off my fingers. “Get the lace off or I’m going to rip it off.”
Camille gave me a lazy smile, spreading her legs a little wider as she leaned back on her forearms and made no move to take off the rest of her clothing.
I grabbed the scrap of lace at her hip and tore it away from her, smirking when she moaned at the fabric biting into her skin for a moment before it was gone. She looked at me through hooded eyes as I tossed the fabric to the side before draping her legs over my shoulders.
Camille moaned as I flicked my tongue against her clit and buried my fingers in her pussy. She clenched around me, her back arching off the bed as she rocked her hips.
I moved my fingers slowly, rocking them inside her in a lazy rhythm until she was squirming against my face. My tongue flattened against her clit, rolling it in a slow circle before I sucked it hard.
“Please,” she said, her fingers weaving through my hair as she tried to move her hips faster.
“You want me to make you come all over my face?” I asked, pulling back
enough to look up at her. “Please.”
As her hips started rocking faster, I plunged my fingers deeper into her. My tongue flicked against her clit faster, moving in time with my fingers until her inner walls were clenching me hard.
Her back arched again, her legs shaking slightly as she coated my fingers with her wetness. I pulled my hand back, lapping up her juices with my tongue.
When I kissed my way back up her body, her legs were still shaking. I pulled one nipple into my mouth, biting down on it before soothing the sting with my tongue through the thin lace still covering her breasts. I switched to the other side, repeating the process until her nails were raking down my back.
I kissed her, our tongues moving together as she hooked her legs around my hips. Camille gave a small sound of protest when I leaned out of the kiss. I grabbed a pillow, and she lifted her hips, waiting until I had slid the pillow beneath her before lowering back down.
“You’re going to be a good girl and come on my cock now,” I said, driving into her hard and fast. “I want to feel your pussy milking my cock when I come.”
Camille moaned as my lips descended to her neck, biting and sucking as her inner walls clenched around me. Her moans surrounded me as I buried myself to the hilt, moving faster until my cock started throbbing.
“I told you to come on my cock, Camille. I expect you to do it now.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than her legs locked around my hips. Her pussy clenched around my cock as her nails dug deep into my
back. As she rode out her orgasm, her wetness coating my cock, I felt my own release building.
I rolled my hips as her pussy clenched hard around me. I groaned as I filled her with my release, slowly thrusting until we were both limp.
As I pulled out of her, I kissed her, our tongues tangling together. I could already feel my cock twitching again as I got off the bed and went to the bathroom. When I came back with a warm cloth, she was already toying with her clit again.
Her eyes widened when I dropped the cloth before pouncing on the bed and rolling us over. She straddled my hips, sinking down onto my cock with a moan as I raised my hips to meet her halfway.
As she started to roll her hips, rubbing her clit against me while taking my cock as deep as she could, I wondered how I had worked with her for months without knowing the sex could be this good.
There was something about falling for her that made the sex better than ever, even though it terrified me to feel something so strongly for another person.
“Come back to me,” she whispered, leaning back and changing the angle as she let her hands roam down her body. “Focus on me and only me.”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder onto me, setting the pace as I let my fears leave my mind for now.