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shaking. He doesn’t say a word if he does.
    He leads me to the kitchen and hands me an envelope. I peek inside it and see more one-hundred dollar bills than I’ve ever seen in my life.
    “It’s all there.” he comments.
    I run my thumb over them just to ensure they’re all hundreds and that they look real. I shove the envelope into my purse and sit it on the counter.
    “Come with me.”
    I do as he says even though my mind is screaming for me to give him the money back and call this whole thing off. It’s not too late!
    We walk into his bedroom. His bed is large with a headboard that looks almost rustic, wooden with individual slats. The dark, brown comforter looks soft and inviting. My eyes don’t wander far past the bed. It’s like it’s calling me to it, knowing the dirty deeds that are going to be committed there.

 
    “Strip. I want you in your bra and panties, Memphis.”
    “Okay.” I mumble.
    “When I call you or tell you to do something, I want your response to be three words. Those words are ‘whatever you like.’ Do you understand?”
    I give him a hard stare. “Whatever you like.”
    This seems to please him. I know that’s what my goal is supposed to be.
    When I don’t make a move, he approaches me and grips the hem of my shirt, then lifts it over my head. Cameron drops to his knees and unzips my ankle boots. He tugs them off my feet one at a time while I’m unbuttoning my jeans. I feel like I’m moving like a robot. No emotions. No human feelings.
    Cameron remains on his knees while he drags my jeans over my hips and down my legs. I step out of them and he tosses them to the side. I feel exposed.
    Despite hundreds of men having seen me almost completely naked before, I feel more exposed than ever.
    I look down at him and swallow hard. His ocean blue eyes gaze up at me as he swipes his tongue over my panty-clad pussy. My breath hitches. He does it again.
    Just when I want him to continue, he stands up. He sheds himself of his jeans and boxer briefs while I just stand there like an idiot.
    I’m honestly not sure what to do. Kiss him? Touch him? I really don’t have that much experience. The three men I’ve been with in my life just took the lead and everything was over in about fifteen minutes. He seems like a take the lead type of guy too, but right now he’s staring at me like I should be doing something.
    I step forward and rise on my tiptoes so my lips can touch his. This was such a mistake. I should’ve made the rule Julia did in Pretty Woman. No kissing. The moment our lips touch, desire pools at my core. I part my lips and urge him to do the same. His fingertips dig into my hips and pull my body flush against his.
    I wrestle with my nerves as he’s lighting my entire body aflame with just his kiss. His lips move over mine with expertise. Teasing my tongue. Tasting me. I’m afraid if I don’t start showing him I’m as sexy offstage as I am onstage, he’ll demand a refund.
    I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his cock. He groans into my mouth. I keep a firm hold and move my hand up and down. Back and forth. I rub my thumb over his tip, spreading his pre-cum over his shaft. I never break our kiss.
    Cameron’s hands roam over my body. Over my hips. Over my ass. Up and over my lace-covered breasts. He reaches behind me and flicks the clasp on my bra. He breaks the kiss then. He slides my bra off my shoulders and down my arms.
    “Get on the bed.” he instructs. I remove my hand from his cock and start towards the bed. “Panties off first.”
    I hesitate just a moment. I don’t know why. I just had his dick in my hand. I shouldn’t have an issue with nudity now.
    “What do you say, Memphis?” He arches his eyebrow at me.
    “Whatever you like.” I push the scrap of lace to the floor and stand before him completely nude. Just like he’s standing before me. I climb into his bed and ease myself to the middle of it.
    “On your knees. At the