Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
My eyes widened.
My breathing hitched.
My entire body shook.
Her ass lowered to the ground and she gradually, smoothly rocked her way back up to the beat of the music. Turning her back to me.
The view I wanted.
Needed.
Craved.
Was her ass in my face.
“Fuck…”
I bit my lower lip and came so fucking hard I saw stars from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Licking my dry lips, I avoided my reflection in the glass like it was the plague. Leaning my head against the wall instead.
The shame quickly taking me under. I let out a long, deep breath, rasping, “I’m so fucked.”
Thinking…
Where do we go from here?
But mostly importantly, where do I go from here?
Chapter 12
<>Camila<>
I dropped my booty to the ground and rocked my way back up to the beat of the music, whipping my hair around clockwise with my torso. The rhythm taking over my body completely as I continued to put on my best performance yet.
My back turned toward the house, full ass on display. I got down low again, twerking left to right with my hands out at my sides. Feeling my way up my frenzied skin.
Fuck, it felt good.
As the song was coming to an end, a familiar heavy presence filled my lungs, making it hard to breath. Causing every emotion possible to suddenly make themselves known throughout my body.
Aiden?
I spun around unexpectedly, searching. My rapid breathing hitched in my throat as my eyes simultaneously flew to the direction of his office window. Subconsciously knowing that’s where he would be, except I didn’t expect he’d be watching me.
Was he?
All I could see was a shadowy figure in the moonlight with his head leaning against the wall next to the bay window.
What was he doing?
Within seconds, he looked up as if he felt me too, and we locked stares from across the patio.
His appearance was comforting and afflicting all at once. The way he just stood there enraptured me in the same way it always had. There was a predatory, yet captivating look in his hooded glare. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his, and I didn’t want to. It was becoming evident I could watch this man all day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
My heart pounded out of my chest, my head ran wild.
Was he watching me dance? Was that why he’s standing there all Aiden-like?
Every last fiber of my being told me that’s what he was doing, and the thought alone made me wet. Turning me on to the point of feeling an intense tingle in between my thighs.
Shit…
The obscene thoughts that quickly took over my reasoning, made me glance away. I swear he could see my brain swarming with images of him watching me and feeling as turned on as I was.
When I peered back up into his office, he was gone.
Did I just imagine that? Had he not been there?
“Camila, you have officially lost your shit,” I spoke out loud, grabbing my things off the lounger before heading inside and up to my room.
My room.
The thought even sounded messed up in my head.
Walking inside the space I’d been staying in whenever I slept over, I threw my things on the bed. Instantly noticing my suitcase was tucked in the closet and my clothes were all hanging up instead of on the bed where I left it this morning.
Did he put my clothes away today?
Now, that thought alone sent my hormones into sexual overdrive, thinking he wanted me here that much.
No, he just wants to keep you safe. Or maybe it’s a little bit of both?
The image of Aiden watching me dance didn’t leave my focus as I took a cold shower. The wicked ache in my core only intensified with each passing second. The sensations of the frigid water running down my overheated thighs was enough to send me over the edge.
Especially, since the last time I had sex was with Sean years ago. Towards the end of our relationship things were so strained between us, I couldn’t even get off with him anymore.
I needed a release.
I was like an atomic bomb ready to blow up.
Sex wasn’t just a physical thing for me. I needed the chemistry, the heat, the passion…
The love.
Knowing he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants didn’t help my disposition. It made it nearly impossible for me to enjoy our intimate times together, and trust me, Sean always gave me his best moves. Spending hours trying to get me to have the big O, simply to come up empty.
Literally.
I hated him, but hated myself even more when I did let him back in. It was a mess, we were a mess. But he was a body, and I wasn’t ready to be alone. Plus, he knew exactly how to manipulate me. Lying to me every chance he got, as if it were his favorite sport. I wanted to believe him, although I always knew better.