by Lyssa Layne
I finish reading the contract and start to look up then I notice the signature lines. My jaw drops and I look up at her. “What the hell is this?”
Camila’s hands grasp the table to hide her shaking, all signs of her poise out the window. “I know you don’t believe me, Evan, but there is nothing going on between Blake and me. When I said that I don’t sleep with my clients, I meant it.”
My eyes go back to the document. Beside my name is a line for my agent to sign. The agent listed is Kip Deevers. A mixture of anger and relief flood my body. Anger that she didn’t clue me in on any of this, anger that I didn’t believe her, that I wasted time. And relief because—
“So, what’s this mean, Camila?” I ask, not ready to drop my guard just yet.
Her slender fingers cup my cheek and for once, she towers over me. “It means, you’re not my client anymore. It means we can pick up where you ran off.”
I laugh, grabbing her hips and sliding her between my legs. “I ran off, huh? Gonna blame that on me?”
She narrows her eyes, giving me her “no bullshit” look, all of her confidence back. My hands move up and down the back of her thighs, venturing beneath the hem of her skirt. “Alright, I was the one that ran.”
“Are you going to do it again?” she asks, her eyes serious with a hint of apprehension.
I pull her to my lap, my fingers running through her hair. “Not unless you ask me to.”
Her long, soft hair tickles my arm as she shakes her head. “As long as you believe and trust me, I won’t ask you to go anywhere.”
I hang my head in shame for being such an ass. “God, Cami, I’m sorry. It’s just you and Blake—”
“Stop, I don’t want to ever hear you say me and Blake like that again. We’re friends, we’re great friends, we understand the industry, we protect our privacy, and we sacrifice for each other, but the only Purser brother I want in my bed is you.” Camila says this with a seductive grin and I lean forward, crushing my lips against her sweet, delicious mouth that I’ve missed.
My hand parts her legs, wandering beneath that restrictive skirt of hers. Damn, I love to see the material hug her body but in this moment, I want to rip it off her. Helping me out, she spreads her legs and my fingers find her thong. My index finger traces the thin material and her moan vibrates in my mouth.
“So, you want me in your bed? What about the conference room table?”
She giggles, leaning her head forward against mine and rubbing our noses together. “Tempting and maybe another time, but the Lancers crew is due here any minute.”
I sigh and kiss her softly. She’s mine. Camila Lemos is mine. Finally, I got the better deal.
CHAPTER 17
Evan
Camila’s sweet laughter fills my ears as I nibble on her neck. My hands roam up and down her legs while she sits on her counter, a glass of red wine in one hand and a Twinkie in the other.
“Why were you so nervous?” I ask, kissing her collarbone now exposed after I unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her in the white camisole underneath and that damn skirt still on like a chastity belt.
“Hmm, well, other than to tell me how much of a tease I am, you haven’t talked to me since the draft. I was taking a risk that you were still even interested,” she says, ending with a bite of the cream-filled pastry.
“I told you that I cared about you. Cami, you’re the only woman I’ve ever felt anything for.” Telling anyone else that, I would have felt pathetic, but with Camila, I know I can be brutally honest.
She shrugs and kisses me softly. “Truthfully, I didn’t think you’d ever get past Blake and my relationship.”
“Thought we weren’t talking about that,” I tease, giving her a wink.
She sets down the wine glass and Twinkie, moving her hands to my shaved scalp and looking deep into my eyes. “Fine, we won’t, but nothing will change between Blake and me so you’re going to have to accept it.”
My hands stop on her thighs and I nod. “As long as you’re in my bed at the end of the night, I’ll deal with it.”
A mischievous grin spreads over her lips as she moves her head in agreeance. “Speaking of bed…”
“Yes?” I ask, trying to sound innocent while my hands spread her legs. I hear the seams of her skirt rip and a grin spreads across my face. “So, tell me the truth. The blindfold and handcuffs in the guest room… are they yours?”
Camila’s cheeks turn red and she giggles, embarrassed as she hides her face in my chest. Ah, so the good girl image she puts on is just a front. I like it. Drawing her earlobe into my mouth, I suck on it and whisper, “Good, I can’t wait to try it out.”
Camila shoots up, looking at me with a shocked expression, her eyes wide. “Try them out? You’ve never used those before?”
Now it’s my turn for my cheeks to go red. “I’ve told you before, Cami, I may be a man whore, but I’m a wham-bam-thank you ma’am kind of guy. You know, a quickie in the bathroom, a blowjob under the table. I’ve never been with a girl long enough to indulge in their fantasies.”
Camila smirks at me. “Good, then I can train you how I like it.”
A deep, hearty chuckle comes out from down in my belly and I shake my head. “Don’t think you have all the power in the bedroom, sweetheart.”
Her fingers walk along the waistband of my shorts then underneath my shirt until her palms are flat against my abs. Slowly, taking her time and thoroughly teasing me as her fingertips graze my nipples, she pulls my shirt over my head.
“We’ll argue over that later, but tonight, we’re going to make love.”
Scooping her off the counter into my arms, she yelps at my quick motion and I carry my woman to the bedroom. Making love to her has been on my mind since Super Bowl weekend and nothing will stop me now.
Camila
We both hastily undressed each other and now we are lying in my bed, suddenly unsure what to do next. The sheet covers our bodies, not allowing either of us to fully see the other’s naked body. Evan’s hand rests on my stomach which is in knots. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until Evan whispers for me to relax. Letting out the air in my lungs, he pushes the cover down, exposing my bare chest.
“Let me see you, Camila,” he orders and I sit up immediately. Evan pulls me on top of his thighs and he lets out a wolf whistle. His hands cup my breasts and immediately my nipples peak at his touch as shots of electricity explode at every one of my nerve endings. “Wow, you’re fuckin’ amazing.”
I laugh both out of nerves and humor. Biting my lip, I glance down when I feel his fully hard erection pressing against my thigh. I swallow at the sight of it—long, thick, and as round as a can of shaving cream. I work with professional athletes, I’ve been in locker rooms many a time, and I’ve seen penises of all shapes and sizes, but suddenly, I feel intimidated by Evan’s.
His fingers find my chin and lift up my head so I’m looking at him. He must see the fear in my eyes. His face softens and his hands drop to my hips. “I’ll be gentle, Cam. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
I shrug, trying to play it off like no big deal to which Evan laughs and pulls me down, on top of him. Our lips press together and it’s like we’re teenagers for the first time as our hands grope each other greedily. Both our chests heaving for air, Evan flips me to my back and hovers above me on all fours.
“Close your eyes, Cami and let me take care of you.”
Obeying his instructions, I shut my eyes as he spreads my legs wide. His left hand slips under my thigh and he links our fingers, squeezing my hand. I want to open my eyes, to watch his movements, but I trust him so I return the embrace and wait with bated breath. Evan parts my lips between my legs then a few seconds pass without any movement.
“Ev—”
“Ssh,” he whispers. “Let me enjoy this view.”
I smile, letting him take his time and relaxing as I wait. Then, his thick tongue moves from the top of my lips to the bottom. He repeats this motion a few times and my
heart picks up the pace. He moans when he can see the effects he’s having on me and then begins to dart his tongue in and out. I gasp as he does, my free hand rubbing over his bald head, trying to give him a loving caress, but at the same time, holding him in place, not wanting him to stop.
He pulls his head back and I look down into his eyes. “You like that?”
“Love it,” I whisper, barely able to speak between my gasps for air.
One finger slips inside me while his mouth sucks hard on my sensitive spot between my legs. Crying out in pleasure, my body jumps with each bolt of bliss he sends through me. It doesn’t take long for me to reach my orgasm and Evan moves up my body. Our lips touch, letting me taste myself on his mouth and I’m immediately ready for him again.
“I want you,” I beg, my hands clutching his backside and pulling his erection harder against me.
“Are you sure, Cam? We don’t have to do that tonight, not until you’re ready. I know I’m big—”
“Shut up, Evan and get inside me,” I order, taking control.
A sneer on his face, he climbs out of bed, retrieving the box of condoms he bought at the drugstore on the way home. Evan takes his time tearing open the gold wrapper of the Magnum extra-large condom and I let out an exasperated sigh.
“Someone needs to work on their patience,” he chastises.
Leaning up on my elbows, I take the condom from him and roll it on carefully. “I’ve waited long enough.”
Evan gives me a gentle kiss then lies down beside me and I crawl on top of him. Letting him take back control, he lifts up my hips and slowly glides me down, inch by inch. When he’s fully inside me, he runs his finger over my lips.
“Breathe, baby,” he reminds me.
Letting out a long breath, I slowly rock my hips and we fall into rhythm. Our bodies connect and I had nothing to fear, we were meant to be with each other. Evan sits up, sliding in further and I groan as I wrap my legs around him.
“You okay?” he asks, grunting.
“I’m perfect, I’m with you.” We lean our foreheads together, looking into each other’s eyes as we reach the highest levels of ecstasy. Evan falls back on the bed, pulling me on top of him. I pepper his shoulder with kisses, not having nearly enough of him, even after two orgasms.
“Cami, how’s this going to work? I leave for Chicago tomorrow,” Evan asks, letting his own fear out.
“Your penthouse is already set up for you, you’ll just need to stock up on condoms.” The words come out between my short breaths.
“My penthouse?” Evan asks, clearly confused.
I lean back, looking into his eyes. “Evan, you may not be my client, but you’re mine to take care of as long as you’ll let me.”
A smile crosses his face, one that reaches his eyes. His fingers graze up and down my ribs. “I’ll let you as long as you’ll have me.”
I grin. “Fine, as long as I call all the shots.”
In one movement, Evan flips me to my back, pinning my arms above my head. “I don’t think so…”
I giggle as he holds me down, teasing me with his tongue. I didn’t break my own rule, I made an exception. An exception that I’d make again for Evan, over and over…
CHAPTER 18
Camila
Humming along to DMB playing over the speakers, I stand in front of the fridge packing a cooler and thinking about my lover. Evan being in Chicago now and me constantly traveling hasn’t added up to much time together, but when we are, it’s nothing short of amazing. It’s been two weeks since I first made love to Evan and each time with him is something completely new. Today will be another first—an outing with the James and Adamson families.
I’m no longer Evan’s agent, but that hasn’t been made public knowledge yet which means only a select few individuals actually know about my new boyfriend. It’s not that I’m hiding it, we just haven’t been out and about for us to address the issue. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m a bit scared of the backlash. While I haven’t said those words to Evan, he’s fully aware, but hasn’t pushed me on the topic.
“Mmm, do you know how sexy you look bending over?” Evan’s tongue trails over my ear while his hands slip under my cotton sundress.
Turning my head, our lips meet and Evan totally distracts me from my task at hand. He pulls my thong to the side, his fingers trying to tease me, but I jump out of his grasp and laugh. “Not right now, Mr. Purser, we’re going to be late.” I point to the fridge while I retrieve a box of Twinkies from the cabinet. “I got you some of that dark lager that you like if you want to bring it, but I’m sure Tate will have beer there.”
The refrigerator door shuts and I look over my shoulder. Evan closes the lid to the cooler and leans against the fridge. I raise an eyebrow. “Was it not the right kind?”
Evan picks up the cooler and shrugs. “No, it was right. Thanks for getting it, but I…”
I crinkle my forehead, confused by what he’s trying to get at. Evan sighs and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to quit drinking. After watching my mom’s demise over the years and the booze finally getting her, I just don’t want to ruin us because of alcohol. It’s not worth it.”
My lips curve up and I push on my tippy toes to kiss him softly. Evan briefly kisses me back then heads to the garage. I know he doesn’t want me to make a big deal out of it, but my heart is soaring at his declaration. I never knew companionship could be so rewarding. It makes me sad that I gave up on it for so long, but then again, I might not be with Evan if I hadn’t.
Traffic is light on Sunday afternoon so the drive to Mia and Tate’s doesn’t take long. Evan turns onto their street, glancing over at me. “So, are we a couple today or just friends?”
He’s trying hard to hide the discontent in his voice, but the man is a football player, not an actor. My hand slides over this muscular thigh and I lean across the console to kiss his cheek. “Couple,” I whisper into his ear.
His cheeks dimple and the corners of his mouth turn up. “Seriously? So I can grope you and make out with you all that I want?”
I laugh and sit back while Evan parks the SUV. “I don’t think that will be a good idea with kids around.” Jumping on the front porch, Toby waves frantically at us and calls out Evan’s name. “And it looks like one is anxiously awaiting your arrival.”
Evan chuckles and leans over, parting my lips with his. His fingers run through my hair and I move my hand to his chest. My body is screaming at me, wishing we’d stayed home so we could fully enjoy our time before Evan leaves for Chicago in the morning.
“Eww!” Toby yells, causing us both to laugh and ending our kiss.
Evan grabs the cooler from the back and holds my hand as we walk along the sidewalk to Toby, Mia, and baby Barrett. My stomach flip flops at this minor display of affection, but when we get to the porch, Mia kisses my cheek, not acknowledging our hand holding. Evan lets go of my hand, only for Toby to grab it and pull him toward the back deck. Unlike his mother, he comments to Evan, “That was gross. Why were you kissing a girl?”
My cheeks flush, but Evan laughs and follows the little boy inside. Mia shakes her head. “Sorry, Cam, boys will be boys.”
I shrug. “It’s fine…I’m just really nervous.”
Mia walks us to the kitchen, setting Barrett in his high chair. “Why, Camila? Things going okay?”
Outside, Evan greets Grant and Tate who are manning the grill while Toby tugs at his hand to get in the pool. Tate scolds his son, but Evan shrugs it off. Then he picks up Toby and tosses him in the pool. Evan pulls off his shirt and cannon balls into the water, sending a tidal wave on the deck and leaving Toby in a fit of giggles.
A smile takes over my face and I shake my head. “Things are great. I never knew what I was missing in a relationship until Evan. Sure, I had the intimacy with Gregg and the companionship with Blake, but with Evan…” I shake my head, my grin getting even bigger. “With Evan, it’s both in one. We lie in bed at night, discussing everything under
the sun—our fears, our fantasies, our goals and every time we’re together, I can’t stop thinking about all the times we have ahead of us.”
Mia’s smile is almost as big as mine as she cuts up a tomato. “It’s incredible, isn’t it? Just wait until you can have an entire conversation without even talking.”
And on cue, Tate cuts through the kitchen, snaking a tomato off the cutting board in front of her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. He pops the veggie in his mouth while Mia narrows her eyes and Tate frowns. “Sorry, babe,” he apologizes, looking like a dog with his tail between his legs.
“Mmhmm,” she mumbles, not fully acknowledging his apology. Tate nuzzles his nose against her neck and whispers in her ear. Mia appears amused at his words and nods. Tate straightens up, beaming then greets me before he goes back on to the deck with the guys.
Mia slides the tomatoes off the cutting board into the salad, then looks up at me and smirks. “See what I mean?”
I scoff and shake my head. “Um, no. What just happened?”
Her smirk turns into a grin. “A conversation of three words and I’m getting lucky tonight.”
Shaking my head, Mia and I both laugh. I grab the bottle of wine I brought and open it, pouring us each a glass. Holding up our vino, we clink glasses.
“To new relationships,” Mia says.
“And to teaching me your tricks,” I add and our laughter gets even louder.
Evan
Sitting on the edge of the pool, I’m taking a break from tossing Toby across the water. Seriously, how does this kid have so much energy? We’ve been here over an hour and the kid is like a fish! I bet Tate doesn’t even have to work out, chasing after his son is all the exercise he needs.
A set of lips work their way across my shoulder and up my neck until I feel a nibble on my ear. Turning my head slightly, I grin when I see Camila squirting sunscreen in her hand. Hers fingers slide over my shoulders, massaging in the lotion.
