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heaving, every fiber in me reacting. He is alive beneath me, hips moving into me, letting me feel his length, the promise of rock-hard delight through the fabric.
    “I’ll never get enough of these,” he hisses, squeezing my boobs, pulling on nipples that are erect with need. My body’s doing its own thing, undulating into all of him, trying to press closer, yearning to share its depths.
    Cam flips us on the floor, and without a word, I pull his T-shirt over his head. Skin stretches across taut flesh. Ridges of ribs in the semi-dark of the early morning. He is muscles flexing, responding to my touch. God, I get my hands on all of him. Today, this is mine to enjoy, savor—
    I lean up to lick him. He lets out a low grunt at my mouth caressing him. He’s warm, salty skin alive against my lips, and I graze him with my teeth, hard enough to make him shiver. “Shit, Inga. Get your pants off. I want you so bad.”
    “You have a bed?” I ask. Cameron hesitates for an instant like he just realizes. “Such a gentleman offering me your cold floor,” I taunt.
    “Chicks.” His smirk gleams above me. “You’re demanding as hell.” Then, he heaves me off the floor and dumps me on the bed by the window. “Now, stop interrupting me.”
    It’s hard to remain playful with the man Cameron is right now, so the chortle I let out is on the breathy side. How we play these games of pleasure is not up to me. No, he’s all bossy, sure in the ways he wants me.
    Oh God, it’s happening.
    And he’s not looking at me.
    My buddy’s fully focused on the task of wiggling my tight jeans down my legs, revealing my little sports thong. When I left my apartment, I hadn’t planned on the workday to end with a sleepover date, so there’s no lingerie in store for the boy.
    “ Tennis ,” he reads out loud. “Do you even play tennis?”
    “No… Ah.”
    Cameron tilts my knees up high and dives in against my underwear, surprising me. Both of his hands slide in under my butt, angling me up. Before I know what’s happening, he’s inhaling my scent through my panties, and it’s weird and hot as hell. I’m dying to have him inside of me.
    “Fuck. You smell amazing.”
    I’m not getting enough oxygen. “Stop talking like that,” I wheeze at him. My heart’s racing, and I had no idea I’d feel this way with him. “Damn you.”
    “I want to taste you. I bet you taste crazy good too,” he whispers, ignoring my comments. “Let me check.”
    My panties are off. He’s got me high on his arms and his entire face is in between my legs. Cameron is… enjoying the hell out of me, and I can’t—
    Hold back.
    “Geez.” I’m shaking in his hands.
    “Really? That turned on, huh?” He laughs low, a smidgen of old Cameron in his voice.
    “I don’t know… Shut up—” I’m hitting the world record in repeatedly telling someone to shut up. He really does need to close that damn yapper, though.
    I just had an orgasm against his mouth. I’m gulping for air, my entire lower region begging for more. I’m so mad. Coming before we even started wasn’t in my plans. And I’m also pissed that I’m still dying to feel him inside of me.
    “I turn you on so hard, baby,” he smarms out in my ear.
    “Bah, pure luck,” I manage.
    “That so?” He’s not whispering anymore. Instead his pitch reaches low, plucking at some nerve at the bottom of my womb. Of my uterus. Crap, or—of my freaking vagina.
    “Uh-huh, you’re full of yourself, asshole.”
    Cameron’s chuckle is a waft of air against my temple. “You’re a kitty in heat.”
    “Am not! Jerk.”
    He’s getting rid of his pants and his boxers. “Oh yeah, you are. And you’re desperate to get laid.”
    Now, he’s completely naked, and even in the dim light, it’s damn obvious he’s God’s gift to womanhood.
    “Ready for this?” he asks, and the idiot actually turns sideways so I get a full view of his enormous penis. It bends upward, so erect it almost touches his navel, and