Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he said, shifting a little to the left so their foreheads pressed together. His fingers tangled in Cam’s hair. He hooked his leg over Cam’s and breathed in, wanting to swallow the air Cam was exhaling. “Can we… we’re doing it again, right?”
“Do you want to?”
Scott tugged at Cam’s hair playfully. “I asked you first, mister.”
Cam chuckled, his hand coming up to poke at the spot on Scott’s cheek where he knew his dimple was. “I asked you second,” Cam said, lifting his gaze back to Scott’s eyes. He looked at him steadily. “You got off on being used.”
With any other man, Scott would have turned it into a joke or deflected. But Cam had this bizarre effect on him: he made him feel like Scott could tell him anything.
“Yeah,” Scott said, scrunching his nose. “Don’t laugh at me.”
“Why would I laugh at you? I don’t kink shame.”
Scott snorted and buried his face in Cam’s shoulder. “Oh, shut up,” he muttered without heat. “I know you’re laughing at me.”
“I bought you a bra and made you wear it for me,” Cam said dryly. “I’m hardly in a position to judge.”
Scott laughed. “Fair enough.”
Cam’s hand started stroking along his spine, and Scott nearly purred from how good it felt. He squirmed even closer to Cam and sighed happily when Cam wrapped both of his arms around him.
“How was it for you?” Scott muttered into Cam’s neck. “I’m not the straight guy who’s had sex with a man for the first time.”
Cam hummed. “Surprisingly, I don’t feel any different.”
“No gay freakout?”
“No gay freakout.”
“Huh,” Scott murmured. “Nice. Then again, this is hardly the first time you put your dick in me.”
Cam chuckled. They fell silent, a warm, companionable silence that made Scott’s chest feel so fucking full. He never wanted to move. He wanted to stay in Cam’s arms forever.
“Scotty.”
“Mmm?”
“We need some ground rules if we keep doing this.”
Scott forced his eyelids open and pulled back just enough to meet Cam’s gaze. “What do you mean?”
Cam’s expression was serious. “I know you ‘fall in love’ easily—and how fast you fall out of it once you’ve slept with your latest conquest. I don’t want to be one of them. I’m your friend, not your fling of the day.”
Scott blinked slowly. “I… I don’t understand.”
Cam brushed his fingers through Scott’s hair, his gaze steady on him. “Don’t ‘fall in love’ with me. If we do this, we’re just good friends who fuck. Understand?”
Biting his bottom lip, Scott nodded. That seemed fair enough. “Okay,” he said, burying his fingers in Cam’s dark hair and pulling him closer. “Don’t fall in love with you—got it. Now kiss me.”
Cam kissed him, and the world dissolved into static, leaving only the heat of his mouth.
God, Scott wanted to consume him, swallow the air Cam was exhaling.
He wanted him back inside of him. As deep as physically possible.
“I’m so horny already,” Scott said against Cam’s lips. Want you. “Fuck me again?”
“Okay,” Cam said, and did just that.
Thoroughly.
Chapter 17
Scott knew how gay sex worked. He knew why some men enjoyed getting fucked in the butt. He knew how to find a guy’s prostate and nail it on every thrust, how to make the guy wail on his cock.
Until this month, he hadn’t known, however, what it felt like from the other side.
And it felt—
“Don’t stop, don’t stop—oh god, don’t stop—” he babbled deliriously, legs spread like those of a whore as Cam fucked into him relentlessly.
“Quiet,” Cam ground out, gripping his thigh hard. “My downstairs neighbor has hearing like a bat.”
“Fuck your neighbor—keep fucking me like this—oh god—ah—ah—ah—”
It was utterly mortifying. Scott from a month ago wouldn’t have believed this shameless, slutty creature coming apart on another man’s cock was him, Scott Palmer. Scott was a top, and a fantastic one, if he said so himself.
And yet here he was, in Cameron Richter’s Monaco apartment, getting railed within an inch of his life and loving every second of it.
Cam took his leg and hooked it over his shoulder, the angle making his cock drag right over Scott’s prostate. Scott wailed, overwhelmed by how deep the massive cock was in him, but he didn’t resist. He just lay there and took it—and as usual, got a weird thrill from it. From being used. From being screwed into the mattress.
“You’re such a pillow princess,” Cam said hoarsely between thrusts, mouthing his neck. “Don’t know why I’m surprised. You’re a spoiled little shit.”
Scott would have liked to come up with a smart reply, but he couldn’t focus. Ah—ah—ah was all that came out of his mouth, his cock drooling against his stomach, trapped between their bodies.
When he came, he almost felt sorry.
He still wanted more. He wanted Cam again.
Again, and again, and again.
***
The new European branch’s headquarters were in Geneva.
The good news was a flight from Geneva to Monaco—well, to Nice—was just one hour.