by Mel Teshco
Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives Camilla
Mel Teshco
www.escapepublishing.com.au
Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives Camilla
Mel Teshco
From the hottest writers in Australia comes a scintillating new series. Enter the world of Sydney’s elite, and find out what goes on behind the doors of the most exclusive addresses in the country…
Meet the Housewives of Sydney. They are wealthy, elegant, poised, and constantly in the public eye. But what goes on behind closed doors, in the private homes and parties where the cameras and paparazzi aren’t welcome? Delve into the most personal details of their relationships, their friendships and their lives. The only question is: can you handle the heat?
To all of Sydney’s society, she’s just the upstart, gold-digging waitress that somehow managed to snare one of Australia’s most eligible bachelors. Camilla can’t pretend that the gossip and the innuendo that follows her wherever she goes doesn’t bother her, but when the world gets too much, she just stays in her beautiful home, with her beautiful husband. After all, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors, and plenty goes on at Camilla’s house.
Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives
Reading order:
1. Virginia—Rhian Cahill
2. Lana—Cate Ellink
3. Nella—Cathleen Ross
4. Sienna—Tamsin Baker
5. Jorja—Lexxie Couper
6. Meagan—Shona Husk
7. Christa—Keziah Hill
8. Emma—Viveka Portman
9. Willow—Christina Phillips
10. Camilla—Mel Teshco
11. Darla—Tracey O’Hara
About the Author
Mel Teshco’s gypsy-like upbringing saw her living in many places along Australia’s east coast. Each new home stimulated an already overactive imagination, where she spent as much time dreaming about fantasy worlds as the real world—the fantasy sometimes being much better.
Now living on a rural property to keep her three horses, three cats and one hyperactive Belgian shepherd happy, she is (mostly) happily married with an ever-hopeful husband (he’d love to retire), and is the proud mother of three wonderful girls.
She is a multi-published author with a love for the written word, along with a short attention span that sees her juggling a variety of genres and heat levels in her stories. From contemporary to paranormal, inspirational to erotic, she hopes there’s a little of something for every reader out there to enjoy. With too many stories in her head to keep up with, there will be many more books to come. You can find her website at http://www.melteshco.com/ and will often find her on her blog http://melteshco.blogspot.com.au/
She also loves to hear from readers: you can email her at: [email protected]
Acknowledgements
Thanks to the ten other authors who’ve contributed to the Housewives continuity, I love your work!
To everyone unafraid of chasing their dreams.
Contents
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Episode 10—Camilla
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Episode 10—Camilla
Camilla Jackson slowed as she walked through the master bedroom she shared with her husband, Drake. Though floor-to-ceiling windows showcased glorious views of Sydney Harbour, her eyes were drawn to the king-sized bed with its dishevelled sheets and cover, one plump pillow thrown in wild abandon to the floor.
She inhaled the faint scent of musky sex, a smile pulling at her lips. Hell, she hadn’t stopped smiling since she’d woken this morning. Her body still tingled all over from yet another night of lovemaking with Drake. He knew how to bring her every nerve ending to life, and how to make her feel cherished and adored, as though she was the only woman in the world for him.
She stepped into the en suite, pausing to take in the bathroom’s utter spaciousness. Even after five glorious months of marriage to one of Australia’s wealthiest men, she’d never forget her modest upbringing; never forget that this bathroom alone was bigger than the dorm room she’d shared with another uni student for almost three years.
Recalling her humble past made the present that much sweeter.
She dragged off her sweaty gym clothes and underwear before throwing them into the clothes hamper. Every muscle burned from her workout in the gym on the ground floor of the building, but man-oh-man was it all worth it!
The basin mirror reflected her image as she stretched her arms above her head, her full, lightly freckled breasts jutting out and her mass of spiralled red hair caught back in a topknot. A muscle in her shoulder popped and she dropped her arms back to her sides.
She needed to keep up her fitness levels if she had any hope of matching Drake in the bedroom. It hadn’t taken her long to discover her husband’s fondness for her body, his appetite for sex.
Her smile widened into a grin. He might be twenty-six years her senior but his stamina was fucking incredible. Sex obviously helped him work off some pressure after all the wheeling and dealing of his electronics empire. Not that she was about to complain.
Not only was he magnificent between the sheets, he was over-the-top generous too. He loved to spoil her, loved to take her out and show her off, loved to bring home trinkets that probably cost more than her mother’s modest home.
She bit into her bottom lip, the mirror showcasing the flush of her pale, freckled cheeks as she thought back to Drake’s last gift. It mightn’t have been expensive this once, but damn it had been priceless.
The vibrator had given her immeasurable pleasure, or at least the man holding it had. Drake hadn’t used it to replace his cock, instead he’d pressed the vibrator against her clit until she’d been convulsing with orgasm. And then, when her breathing had returned to normal, he’d upped the speed and pushed her through another round of orgasmic bliss.
The memory left her weak-kneed and she leaned against the gold-chrome basin, her weight resting on her palms. She swallowed. God, how had she gotten so lucky? Yes, Drake was one of the richest men in Australia, and one of the most handsome. But all that was just icing on the cake.
It was the way he looked at her, the way he smiled, all possessive and aroused. The way he treated her as something precious and sexy all rolled into one. Most of all, it was how he listened to her and valued her opinions. That he didn’t appear even vaguely interested in any other women melted all her insecurities clean away.
She still sometimes pinched herself knowing someone like Drake loved her.
Plain, nondescript, little ol’ me.
She blew out a breath, peering harder at her reflection. Hazel eyes, a long, slender nose, a high brow and cheekbones, and lips a little too full to be truly sensual. She frowned. According to Drake the whole package was stunning. She just couldn’t see it. Especially when she added in curly red hair and freckly skin that burned so easily she couldn’t be out in the Australian sun for longer than a few minutes.
A soft tread warned her she wasn’t alone a second before her husband stepped into the en suite. Her womb clenched. Drake often spent lunch hours with his wife. And he didn’t come home for the contents in the refrigerator.
“Well, well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he murmured, his husky voice faintly accented by his time spent at college in the States. God, his talking alone made her pussy wet and her breasts heavy.
She looked up at his reflection with a smile. He bent and she twisted her head for his kiss. His lips were soft and just a little demanding on hers, the stubble that darkened his face rasping a little on her soft skin.
; Would the novelty of being with this man ever wear thin? Somehow she doubted it. Very much. She pulled back a little and cleared her throat. “I’m just home from the gym.”
Damn. She sounded breathless and too much like the gawky young thing he’d taken into his bed after she’d finally accepted his date.
Two months and four days later they’d been married.
His whisky-brown eyes flared. “Mm. Hot and sweaty.”
God, he was insatiable. He towered behind her, his burning stare devouring her body, which was firm, youthful, and the one thing she truly accepted about herself.
She arched a brow. “It will take me less than a minute to take a shower—”
“You won’t get that far,” he said hoarsely.
She bit back a moan, her body heating up from the inside out. Her husband had been with more women than she cared to think about, but she knew it was his experience as much as his talent that sent her to heaven every single damn time.
His grin became predatory. “Besides, you being damp and slippery will be all the better for my body to slide up and down yours.”
Her breath shuddered out even before he slid his hands down her front, his palms cupping her breasts and his thumb and forefingers massaging her nipples until they were hard little knots and need swelled fierce and relentless within.
His legs kicked apart so that he was more level to her height. He leaned forward, his breath hot in her ear, his arousal hard in the prison of his pants. “Don’t you agree, my love?”
She whimpered, unable right then to formulate any words. But he seemed satisfied enough by her response.
“So sexy,” he murmured. “So fucking hot.” His eyes held hers in the mirror. “How the hell did I get to be so lucky?”
She closed her eyes for a moment, recalling how she’d thought that exact same thing herself, except in reverse. She blinked, Drake immovable behind her. “Maybe luck has nothing to do with it,” she said. “Maybe we were meant to be together.”
She’d often wondered if fate really had intervened. She’d been a casual waitress at the top-class restaurant, Edesia, working as many hours as possible to pay some of her living expenses and university fees. She’d been called in one night to cover for one of the workers who’d rung in sick.
The moment Camilla had laid eyes on Drake and taken his order, she’d been a tongue-tied nervous wreck, barely coherent enough to repeat his order back to him. His beautiful dinner date had sent her a sugar-coated smile that’d had all the sweetness of a viper.
The next night Drake had turned up at the restaurant alone, and every night thereafter until he’d secured her name and her phone number.
They’d discovered age or social status wasn’t a barrier for their love. But Camilla knew their time together was a precious commodity, one she wasn’t about to waste.
“I believe you’re right, we are meant to be together,” his voice tickled her ear, before his mouth slid along her throat in open-mouthed kisses that made her squirm and moan.
How was it her husband could take her to such heights without even using his cock? God, she was a mass of quivering nerves and aching need.
He nipped her throat and then suckled hard. Tremors racked her body, before centring at her core. Her breath hissed. Holy shit, she was so close to coming already, but she needed him right on that edge with her. She pushed back and scraped her bare arse along the front of his pants that encased the hard, thick length of his cock.
He reared his head back, his eyes flashing. “You keep doing that and I just mightn’t make it past first base.”
She licked her bottom lip. “You know I like it when you lose control.”
Their lovemaking was the one and only time she ever saw him wholly surrender. The one time she truly had an inkling of what it was to feel powerful. Beautiful. Invincible.
“And you won’t ever hear me protest.” His zipper hissed open before he thrust his pants and boxer briefs down far enough for his cock to spring free.
His cock head nudged between her thighs and the folds of her sensitised labia. She bit hard into her moist lower lip, stifling a moan whilst doing her best to suppress hormones that lit up faster than an electrical storm the moment Drake entered a room.
His eyes glinted, his smile a whole lot of dangerous when he held his shaft and deliberately rotated it to massage her pussy, enflaming her tissues and engorged clit until she was writhing and panting. Goddamn it, she wished he would impale her already! But she knew from experience he liked to tease, liked her squirming and wet.
Liked to ensure the power didn’t always go her way.
Her pulse bounced around like a jackhammer as touch became her primary sense, driving her even closer to the edge with every rotation of his cock head. Her eyelids flicked closed for a moment. Though she’d seen Drake’s cock countless times, she had the strongest urge to glimpse it again.
His shaft would be hard as a crowbar and ribbed with tight blue veins, the slit weeping with a droplet of salty pre-cum and his balls high and deliciously tight.
More dampness gathered in her pussy and she inhaled her own special bouquet of sharp, feminine musk. Drake took a deep, appreciative breath and his impossibly hard cock twitched harder still. His stare darkened, a muscle in his jaw throbbing. “Tell me you’ve thought about what we discussed?”
Her mouth dropped open, her throat drying. “You want to talk about that now?” she squeaked.
His jaw set, his posture behind her settling into strong lines. He was at his ruthless best, and it only added to his magnetism, showcased his worldliness that was in evidence, even without the grey at his temples and the lines at the corners of his eyes. He might at times yield to her in the bedroom, but he was still an alpha through and through.
“You’re shy and reserved, my love, but you can also be more headstrong than my toughest business rival.”
She closed her eyes, trying to keep it together. But failing. With his cock head massaging her flesh and teasing her until she was almost beyond the point of madness, she could have screamed with torment. She blinked, staring back at his reflection. “Can we discuss this…later?”
His face tightened. All foreplay stopped. Oh, God. She knew that look.
He wasn’t going to give up, wasn’t going to let her put it off. Not even sex would sway him. She resisted whimpering, resisted gyrating against him, though her pussy was primed and ready for his cock.
He shook his head with exaggerated slowness. “A simple answer one way or the other, and then I’m all yours.”
She swallowed, barely holding back her resentment and her body’s needs in favour of their…talk. “I took the pill this morning. There’s too much yet I want to do before having a family. My Bachelor of Interior Architecture; travel I’ve always dreamed about. I don’t want to be a mother, not yet.”
She refused to apologise, refused to feel selfish. This was one issue she was going to make a stand on. She’d never hidden her objectives from him, never promised him anything different.
His breath fanned out and he nodded. “Yes, of course. I understand.” His free hand slid to her waist, then dropped to her hip. Levering her. “But this discussion isn’t over…not yet.”
His lashes swept low and he thrust forward.
***
Camilla’s gasp reverberated straight through him as his cock filled her pussy from behind, stretching her inner muscles. In this position he was aware his size was even more evident, filling her to the hilt.
He pulled back slowly, inch-by-incredible-fucking-inch, while he watched the wondrous expressions play over his wife’s face in the mirror. God, she was purity and a breath of fresh air all in one, so transparent with her emotions, so trusting it was almost a physical blow to the solar plexus knowing she’d put all her faith and love in him.
He drove deep and Camilla’s breasts swayed at the force. Her nipples hardened as though dainty pink berries, a gourmet feast he wanted to lick and suck before he went down on her
and fucked her with his tongue, laved her clit so hard she flooded his face with her cum.
He groaned, his balls already tightening with the onset of release. He’d never get enough of his wife, not in this lifetime, and probably not in the next one either. Lord only knew he’d been with enough women—most with motives beyond his wife’s wildest imagination—to realise Camilla was his one and only.
He plunged in and out, aware his sweet little wife liked it rough and fast as much as she did slow and tender. Right then he wanted to fuck her so hard she’d be lucky to walk straight for the rest of the day, her pussy overflowing with his cum and marking her as his so that every man within a mile radius would know better than to go near her.
She had other ideas.
Pulling free on his next outstroke, she twisted to face him, her face flushed and full breasts swaying with every ragged breath she took. “I want to suck you.”
Oh fark…
Who was he to argue?
She dropped to knees, ignoring his fully clothed chest and torso in favour of his cock that stuck out like a popsicle, slick with her juices. Her fingernails bit into his inner thighs, deliberately scoring the delicate skin. He flinched, his breath hissing with part pleasure, part pain.
The little minx was a quick study and knew exactly how to please him, what turned him on. She gently licked one of his tight balls before dragging her wet tongue over the other.
“Jesus, Camilla,” he groaned.
But it was the anticipation of her taking his dick between her beautiful lips that had the muscles in his belly clench, his cock ballooning to breaking point.
She looked up at him with a glint in her eyes and a beatific smile on her face. Breath caught in his throat and didn’t let go. His wife knew him too damn well.
She cupped his balls in one hand, clasped the base of his shaft in the other and opened her mouth. Air punched from his lungs as wet heat encased his cock head, and then her lips and tongue moved down in a silken glide.
