Page 54 of Unwrapped
“I’m OK with a little perversion.” She grabs both sides of my face and pulls my lips to hers.
I close my eyes as Camille deepens the kiss, threading her hands into my hair. Groaning, I kiss her like we might die tomorrow, pouring every part of my soul into it. She straddles my lap. My cock hardens between us, and I roll my hips, making sure she knows how badly I want her. How deeply I’ve always craved her. She’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted for myself, and God help me, it’s my turn to be selfish.
I drag my lips from hers and launch to my feet, lifting her with me. “Bedroom. Now.”
She points down the hall. “That way.”
We kiss and tear at each other’s clothes as I carry her to her bedroom and close the door behind us. She continues stripping when I set her down, until she’s in nothing but her bra and panties. I’m still wearing my shirt and pants. My tie hangs loose around my neck. Snatching the length of silk, she flashes a sultry smile and turns the lock.
“Expecting company?”
“No. Just trying to keep you here.”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
Her gorgeous eyes meet mine. “Promise?”
I take her hand and press it over my racing heart. “I’m yours even after it stops beating.”
Kissing me, she places my free hand on her chest and interlaces our fingers, mimicking her actions from the living room. “Right back at you, Doc.”
“Now that we’ve established that, I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Nope.” She pokes her finger into my sternum, then unbuttons my shirt the rest of the way. “I’m in charge this time. Your job is to keep quiet and do as you’re told.”
She tugs the shirt off my shoulders, sliding her grip down my arms as she removes it. Next comes my belt, which hits the floor with a clunk. She pops the button on my pants and unzips them. I take over and shove them off, then kick them aside, all too eager to get naked.
She rubs my cock through my boxer briefs. “Remember the first time we got together?”
As if I could forget.
“Yeah,” I grunt, breathing heavily.
“Let’s do a reenactment.” She holds up my tie.
I reach for it, but she yanks it away and holds it behind her back. I frown and tilt my head to the side. “But you said—”
“This time we’re gonna do a role reversal. Think you can handle that?”
I’ll play any role she wants, as long as I get to be inside her.
“Fuck yes.”
“Pick a safe word, Dr. West.”
The hunger burning in her eyes tightens my balls. As much as I love being in charge, seeing this side of her makes me crave submitting.
“Uh, let’s see ...” I rub my jaw, pondering my options. “How about moth?”
“Perfect.” Camille grins and points to the bed. “Now get your fine ass over there.”
I waste no time launching myself across the room like a lust torpedo, faceplanting on the mattress with the elegance of an oversized walrus.
She laughs and moves to the foot of the bed. “If you break my bedframe, we’re gonna have an issue.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Damn right, you will.” She kneels on the edge of the mattress. “Roll onto your back and rest your head on my pillows. Then give me your wrists.”
