Page 25 of Bad for Business (Pembroke Hills #2)

TWENTY-FIVE

RYKER

My entire body feels tight with desperation. Camille grinds herself against my cock, driving me completely fucking mad.

She leans in to kiss me again, and I try not to think about how fucked I’ll be tomorrow morning.

I’ll never be able to look at her lips again and think of anything but this moment right now.

This isn’t the first time we’ve kissed, but there’s something about the angry, heated way in which she kisses me that completely unravels me.

I’m fucked. I won’t be able to forget this happened, but that’s a problem for tomorrow morning. Right now, I’m soaking in the feeling of her lips pressed against mine.

“I don’t like you,” Camille repeats. She smiles, and I forgot how much I loved to see her smile. All the times she’s scowled at me almost seem worth it after getting a smile. I know I’ve earned it, and because of that, pride blooms in my chest.

“Are you trying to convince me of that or yourself?”

“Neither. There’s no convincing. It’s just the truth.” She bites her lip as she moves her hips against me once again.

My head falls backward. It feels too fucking good.

There are layers of fabric between us, preventing me from being able to fully feel her the way I want to.

But even with the barrier, I’m so fucking turned on that I’m worried if she keeps moving against me just like this that I might come.

It’s not my fault. It’s hers. She’s plagued my dreams, the memories of our night together filling my every thought.

I’ve tried to relieve the ache, but it wasn’t any use.

Only she can satisfy the hunger I have for her.

And apparently, just feeling her grind against me is enough to have me aching for a release.

A frustrated growl leaves my body as she teases me again by spinning her hips.

My eyes meet hers, and her smile has changed. It’s more of a smirk. She knows what she’s doing to me, and she loves it.

“I don’t like you either,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust. I guide my hands to the curve of her ass, but she shakes her head.

“You said it was my turn to have fun,” she points out.

I groan, pushing my hands up and placing them on her waist once again. I so desperately want to explore her body. What I really want is to get rid of what she’s wearing altogether, but I don’t want to rush it. If this is all she’s willing to give me, then I’ll take it.

“Then have fun,” I command. At least, I hope it sounds like a command. The more I think about it, it may have sounded more like a plea.

Camille laughs. It’s barely more than a breath. But it’s a laugh. And fuck, I forgot how good it felt to make her laugh.

She leans forward and presses a kiss to my jaw. It’s so soft that I barely even feel it.

She presses another one to my jaw in a different spot.

Fuck. I wish she’d press her lips harder against my skin. I want her tongue to move against it.

Even her hips are moving at an achingly slow pace. She’s lifted them slightly, making it so I don’t feel the full pressure of having her pussy grind against my cock.

“Cami.” Her name comes out as a desperate plea. I want more from her. I want anything she’ll give me.

“Camille,” she corrects, her breath tickling my skin. She presses another kiss, this time against my neck.

Why is she teasing me? Why won’t she give me more?

My fingers dig into her hips. I know I should probably be softer, but I can’t. Not with how desperate I am for her to give me more than what she is right now.

I drift my hand up her spine and wrap my fingers in the long tendrils of her hair.

I like them the way they are tonight. Normally, the dark strands are sleek and curled, tamed to perfection.

Not tonight. Tonight, there’s a slight wave to them.

They’re a bit unruly, and I love seeing this non-polished version of her.

Her scalp is a little damp from what I’d guess was a shower earlier.

I continue to wrap her hair around my fingers, wanting as tight of a grip as I can get on her hair.

Instead of kissing my throat the way I told her to, Camille brings her mouth just inches away from mine.

“Us kissing changes nothing,” she says, her gaze flicking to my lips.

I can’t help but smile. She really is doing everything in her power to deny this connection between us. “I know,” I respond, tightening my grip on her hair.

She moans, her body falling into my lap.

My grin gets even wider at her loss of control. She immediately goes back to grinding against me again.

“I mean it when I say I don’t like you,” she continues, her eyes scanning my face. Her lips are red and swollen, and all I can think about is them wrapped around my cock.

“I don’t like you either,” I lie, tugging on her hair hard enough that it forces her to arch her back.

She moans, her hips picking up speed against my cock. Even through the fabric of her panties and the fabric of my pants, I can feel how fucking wet she is. It eggs me on, wanting me to take more from her if she’ll let me.

“I don’t have to like you to think you’re fucking perfect,” I tell her, my mouth hovering over her peaked nipple. Her position has put her perfect tits right in front of my face. Her nipples strain against the cotton fabric of the nightgown as they basically beg me for attention.

I lean in and press my mouth to the peaked bud, reveling in the loud moan Camille lets out. It’s the sexiest damn sound I’ve ever heard. I use my hand not tangled in her hair to pull the fabric down, freeing her perfect tits.

“Fuck.” I groan, my gaze moving from one nipple to the next.

She lets me take my time taking her in. I wish she was completely naked, but if this is the only view she’ll give me, I’ll gladly take it.

“Ryker,” Camille moans as she continues to rock up against me.

“Yes, princess?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

I don’t give her time to answer me. I lean in and take her nipple into my mouth, this time without any fabric between us.

“Oh my God.” Camille pants, her back arching even more as she continues to grind against my cock.

My tongue circles her nipple. I could do this all damn night if it meant she’d keep moaning just like this.

I pull away just long enough to look her in the eye. “Do you like this?” I ask, leaning in and taking her other nipple into my mouth.

“Yes.” She pants, her hips moving against me frantically to get some friction.

Why does it have to feel so good to have her grind against me like this? If she did it long enough, she might just be able to make me come without even really touching me.

I groan at the idea. Why her? Why is the woman who drives me fucking mad almost every single day the one able to get me close to coming in my pants like I’m a virgin all over again?

I keep my mouth on her nipple, my tongue circling it over and over again as her moans get more and more needy.

I’m so fucking turned on by the sounds she makes. My cock throbs in my pants. All I want is to take it out and slide inside her, but I know she won’t let me. This right here has to be enough, and I fucking hate it.

I slowly move my hand from her hair. It drifts down her back, my fingers trailing down her spine.

“What about this?” I ask her, my gaze pinned on her face. My hand slips between her thighs and I watch her carefully, wanting to make sure I stop the path my fingers trail if this isn’t something she wants.

Camille moans. She opens her thighs a little wilder, her covered pussy still moving up and down the length of my cock.

“Answer me,” I rasp, letting my finger trace over the wetness of her panties. “Do you like this?” I repeat, circling her swollen clit over the top of her panties.

“Yes.” She lets out another moan.

I don’t need her to say anything else. I slip my fingers underneath the cotton fabric and try not to let out my own groan at feeling how wet she is.

“For being so insistent that you don’t like me, your pussy is absolutely soaked for me, princess.

” I circle her clit, watching her face closely.

I want to see every single reaction of hers.

I’m desperate to commit them to memory, to remember that there was a point where she let me see her vulnerable like this.

“Shut up,” Camille responds, the demand coming out breathy.

I chuckle as I begin to slide my finger inside her.

She lets out another unfiltered sound of pleasure.

Fuck, I forgot how much she moaned. She’s typically so quiet, making sure to take her time to think over her thoughts before voicing them.

I love seeing this different side of her.

The side that pants and moans without thinking twice about the noises she makes.

“I’m not going to shut up unless you make me,” I tell her, lifting my eyebrows in a silent dare.

She takes the bait. Her lips crash against mine once again. All of my senses are wrapped up in her, and I fucking love it.

I taste her on my tongue.

Feel her pussy greedily hug my finger as I slowly move in and out.

Hear her sighs and moans.

She continues to rock her hips back and forth. Her position in my lap has her both fucking my finger and grinding against my cock with every slow roll of her hips.

It feels too fucking good.

Her tongue angrily pushes against mine and I wonder if she’s as much at war with her body and her head as I am.

My body wants Camille Vaughn more than anything I’ve ever wanted anything else.

It’s past wanting, and it feels like I need her.

The way she haunts my dreams, the way my pulse spikes when I see her.

My body wants her. The problem is my head knows better.

My head knows that no matter how much she’s giving in to me tonight, it won’t be like this tomorrow.

It knows we’ll go back to fighting and getting on each other’s nerves, and probably what’s happening between us right now will only cause more tension between us tomorrow.

I push the thoughts from my mind and instead focus on Camille. What will inevitably happen doesn’t matter. All that matters is right now.

I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue even deeper into her mouth at the same moment I slide a second finger in. She moans, the sound even hotter when it’s done against my lips.

She tightens around my fingers. It’s so tight that for a moment I can barely move them as I give her time to adjust to them.

Even though I might not be moving them, the rock of her hips must give her the friction she needs. Her moans get deeper and more unfiltered.

“That’s it,” I praise, only ripping my mouth from hers long enough to say the words. I hook my fingers inside her, wanting to do everything in my power to make her building orgasm even better.

I don’t know how much time passes. Time seems to blur as I get lost in the mix of kissing her and having her ride my fingers. Everything about the moment is sexy as hell.

Too sexy.

She increases the speed of her hips. Every moan I swallow of hers gets louder and louder until I feel her squeeze me even tighter.

“Ryker,” she mutters against my lips. She says it hurriedly and with a sultriness to her voice that makes my cock throb.

I think I’m going to come.

In my pants.

With the only touch from her being the press of her mouth to mine and the feeling of her rocking against my cock as she chases her own release.

“I’m—” she begins, her words trailing off.

“I know,” I assure her, feeling how close she is just by the wetness that coats my fingers and the way she squeezes them. “You don’t have to like me to come for me.”

The words send her over the edge. Her mouth collides with mine again, and the desperate way she rocks her hips against mine as she rides out every single second of her orgasm has me coming right along with her.

I let out a loud groan, hoping she can’t feel it. I can’t have her know that just having her rock against my cock as I fingered her was enough to give me an orgasm.

We’re a mix of moans and groans and heavy breathing as we both come to our senses.

Camille pulls away, but she doesn’t move from my lap. She blinks a few times before pushing the unruly strands of her hair from her face.

I take a moment to look at her. Her cheeks are pink, and her lips are swollen and red.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Before I can look at her any longer, she’s lifting her hips and climbing off my lap. The hand that was just between her thighs drops to my side.

I miss the warmth of her.

With her gone, it takes a few moments for me to realize what she might be able to see now with her body not on top of mine.

I hurriedly stand up, awkwardly trying to cover the front of my dress pants. I try to look down to figure out if you can see proof of my orgasm, but I can’t tell. I don’t want to spend too much time looking and make her wonder.

I’ve got to get out of here before she knows.

“So,” Camille’s soft voice breaks me from my panic.

My eyes find her. Luckily, her gaze meets mine, meaning she isn’t looking anywhere else for the moment.

“I can go,” I hurriedly get out, backing up toward the door.

Her eyes go wide for a moment. She looks surprised and sad by my comment, but the shock doesn’t last long. Almost as quickly as it appeared in her eyes, it’s gone.

“Yeah,” she mutters under her breath, looking down to fix her dress so her chest is no longer exposed. “You should go.”

My heart sinks a little because I realize there was a small part of me that was hoping she’d ask me to stay even if I was the one suggesting to leave.

Without saying anything else, I leave her room and rush toward mine.