Page 95 of Bad for Business

FORTY-EIGHT

CAMILLE

“Where are we going?”I ask, following Ryker as he leads us through the hallways of Pembroke.

His hand tightens around mine as he continues to guide us through a part of the club I haven’t seen before.

“Somewhere private,” he responds. He looks over his shoulder at me, and before I can get another question out, he’s pushing me up against the wall and pressing his lips to mine.

I laugh as our lips connect. I should be concerned about the public display of affection, but I just can’t seem to care. I never thought I’d be the person openly making out in a hallway of a busy country club, but I also have never felt this way about anyone before.

I’ve never felt happier than I do in this moment.

I don’t care that I just quit my job and I don’t know what’s going to happen next.

I don’t care that my dad may never talk to me again.

All I care about is that I’m with the man kissing me with so much passion it makes my toes curl.

“Say it again,” Ryker whispers against my lips.

“Say what?”

He pulls away and looks at me with an intensity I haven’t seen in his brown eyes before. “That you’re falling for me.”

I smile, my fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt. “I’m falling in love with you.” It still shocks me to say those words out loud, but it just feels right with him. Now that I’ve fully let him in, I don’t want to pretend that I don’t have strong feelings for him. How could I not? It’sRyker.

He groans as his gaze heats. His eyes pull from mine as he looks around the hallway. Instead of responding, he pulls me toward a closed door. He hastily opens it and yanks me inside the room with him before closing the door behind us.

I look around. It’s some sort of storage closet. On the shelves are rows and rows of folded-up napkins and towels with the Pembroke logo stitched on them.

“What are we doing in here?” I ask, trying not to moan when Ryker’s lips find my neck. His large hands find my waist as he trails kisses along my tender skin.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” he says, his lips moving against my neck.

I smile because it feels so good to hear him say those words. I’ve spent so long feeling like I was unlovable that it makes my heart soar to hear that I was wrong. I’m not unlovable at all. I just hadn’t met the right person yet.

His fingertips drift underneath the fabric of my shirt.

“Ryker,” I warn, loving the feel of his fingertips against my skin. I felt his touch everywhere on my body early this morning, but that seems like a lifetime ago. After everything that’s transpired since this morning, I’m starving for his touch.

I just didn’t expect to be getting it in a closet at the club where anyone could walk in at any moment.

“I need you.” He pulls his lips from my skin and meets my gaze. “I can’t wait. Not after knowing how you feel. I need you now, baby.”

I can’t help but give him a smile. He’s just so perfect and I can’t believe he’s mine. “It’ll take us ten minutes to get back to your house.”

He smirks. “That’s ten minutes too long. You know all the things I could do to you in ten minutes?”

Wetness pools between my thighs at his words.

“We shouldn’t. What if we get caught?”

He slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. “We won’t get caught. You just have to be quiet.”

I close my eyes when his fingertips trail over where I need him most. He doesn’t waste any time. He circles my clit in a way that has my entire body relaxing into his touch.

“How does that feel?” he asks, his voice hoarse as he continues to tease me.