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“Well, it’s a good thing that I’m not doing a story on you. I’m trying to get to know you even better.”

“I’ve got other ways we can make that happen.”

I couldn’t believe the thought popped up in my mind, but sleeping with him could unlock the doors I wanted and needed and allow him to trust me more. I needed to get inside of his home and his head.

I replied, “It depends on what you’re talking about.”

“I want you, Camilla. I want to know what you feel and taste like. I want to know your limitations, and if you moan or scream.”

A shiver of intrigue ran through me that had my thighs clenching—and it had nothing to do with the article feature I wanted either.

“What makes you think I have limitations?” I asked and pulled my martini glass to my lips. I eyed him closely over the rim as I took a little more liquid courage to keep playing the game that might get me burned in the end.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“I’m ready.”

10 – JABARI

The moment I opened the door to our suite at the Four Seasons hotel, Camilla connected her body to mine in a locked hug and a sensual, passionate kiss.

There was no need to ask if she was truly ready, because she showed me in every way. The way she wrapped one leg behind mine, how she locked her arms around my neck, the way she claimed my lips, and the sexy moans she released from her lips all spoke to her desire for me.

They also served to weaken my resolve to be gentle with her. She had me wanting to break every barrier and limit with her, but I also didn’t want to run her away. As open to our intimacy as she seemed to be, and as in control of her sexuality as she was, there was still something hesitant that I detected in her, and I wasn’t sure what it was.

I wanted to crumble her resolve and have her in a pool of wetness at my feet, bound and tied up, hungering, and begging for more. I wanted her without any control and completely at my will.

When we broke the kiss, I gripped her by her neck and stared into her russet eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink first?”

“You don’t have to prep the moment for me to do what I wanted to do anyway, Jabari,” she remarked in a seductive and throaty voice.

I pulled her closer and kissed her even more sensually this time, in a wet, loud kiss. Camilla pulled back. Her chest heaved, and her eyes were heavy with lust. When she spoke, her voice was slightly raspy and held a bit of a tremble. “I’ll be back; I need to use the restroom.”

I released her and watched as she walked to the restroom. I turned on the sound system, poured myself a glass of bourbon, took a seat in the large armchair, and opened the humidor to prep a cigar. It took her a while to return, and while I briefly wondered what she had been doing, I disregarded it and crooked a finger at her.

Rihanna’s song “Skin” was playing on the system, and Camilla’s hips rocked seductively to the heavy beat.

“Perform for me,” I ordered.

“What am I? Your entertainment?”

“Tonight—yes,” I replied with my teeth clenched around the cigar as I lightly twirled the glass of bourbon in my hand.

She narrowed her gaze seductively at me and slowly stripped to the beat. I didn’t miss a move. I loved the way the peach lace bra barely held her rounded handfuls of breasts and how the matching thong sat low on her hips. She danced and turned her back to me so that I could see the jiggle of her ass.

Camilla bent down and grabbed her ankles, and her ass and flesh parted, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink flesh. My dick hardened in my trousers, but I refused to give myself any relief. My eyes closed briefly but immediately opened as she turned around to entertain me more.

By the time her bra fell to the floor and her hands were on her thong, I was no longer seated in my chair. I had put out the cigar, but I still held the glass of bourbon in my hand.

I stood toe-to-toe with her the moment her thong dropped to her ankles. I gripped her neck, sniffed her essence, and dropped my gaze to her plump lips that were juicy and moist.

“You fucking want me.” My voice was low and dangerous.

“Yes, I do,” she replied breathlessly.

“I can smell it on you.”