“This again?” Her pink lips tip up into an excited grin. “There’s nothing for me to hold on to, Cam.”

Hmm, she’s right. This hotel doesn’t take certain…tastes into consideration.

“Okay, grasp on to the pillow, on either side of your head. And don’t—”

“Don’t let go,” she finishes for me.

I narrow my eyes on her and boost up until I’m at eye level with her, my face inches from hers.

“Do you think this is the time to be sassy, Mary Margaret?” My voice is firm and leaves no room for argument.

But she doesn’t look afraid, which pleases me. One red eyebrow cocks.

“Apparently, not. Should I call you sir?”

My cock twitches. I brush my nose over hers and wait until she grips the pillow in both hands before pulling her sweater up and loosely wrapping it over her head so she can’t see well but can still breathe.

“If you get uncomfortable, just tell me, and I’ll move the sweater. But don’t let go. You need to trust me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, and I immediately smile.

She can’t see me.

“Good girl,” I say in her ear, then kiss my way down to her perfect little breasts. I unfasten her bra and move the cups out of the way so I can tease her pink nipples. Once they’re wet from my tongue, I blow on them and watch in satisfaction as they tighten.

Next, I make my way to her jeans. With a flick of my wrist, they come unfastened, and I tug the denim down her gorgeous, curvy hips, unveiling a scrap of blue cotton covering the promised land.

Her flesh erupts in goosebumps at the exposure to the air, and her hips circle when I push one finger under the elastic at her thigh and follow it inward as if her heat is a magnet.

“Oh, damn it,” she moans and shifts her legs. “Cameron, you’re such a tease.”

“I didn’t say you could talk.”

She chuckles and then presses her lips together, trying to muffle a moan when I slide the finger deeper under her panties.

“You can, however, moan, gasp, groan, and scream my name to your heart’s content.”

“Oh, God,” she moans and makes me smile once more.

Fucking hell, she’s amazing. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman. In a partner.

And when my finger slips effortlessly between her wet folds, she gasps.

“Cam!”

Chapter 14

~Maggie~

He’s trying to kill me. That’s the only explanation for the no-talking, no-seeing, no-moving stuff.

Because it’s hot as hell. Figuratively and literally, and I don’t want him to stop.