“Fuck, Cami,” he growls, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” He releases a deep groan.
My entire body feels like jelly, but all I want is to climb Eli like a goddamn tree and have his hands all over me.
“It could get a lot hotter. You could join me in the bathtub,” I offer as he slides his fingers down, cupping my breast.
“Shit, that’s tempting…” He plucks my lower lip with the pad of his thumb. “I don’t trust your wandering hands, though.”
“You’re the one who can’t be trusted.” I eye the vibrator. “I was doing just fine by myself when you took over.”
“Really? Is that so?”
“Yep,” I say confidently. “I have plenty of experience going solo.”
He furrows his brows. “That’s sad. Mr. Money Bags didn’t get you off?”
“Well, truthfully, he couldn’t always find it.”
Eli steps back and glares. “You’re joking, right?”
I shake my head. “Stop, this is embarrassing.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Cami. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. His number-one priority as your boyfriend should’ve been to pleasure and satisfy you. You shouldn’t have had to do it yourself if he was doing it right.”
“Not all guys think that way,” I defend, shrugging. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time a man hasn’t been able to get me off. It’s why I brought it in the first place.
“There’s no way you’ll be needing it once I’ve had you, got it?” He winks, placing his hand on my cheek. “Go take your bath, enjoy one more solo session, and then know the next time you’re moaning, it’ll be because of me.”
“Quite confident for a guy who keeps turning me down,” I retort. “Join me in the tub and give me a preview of what’s to come.”
He contemplates it for a moment, then says, “Alright, but on one condition.” He closes the space between us. “I wear my shorts, so you can’t try anything.” Eli flashes a smirk, knowing I would touch him if he was completely naked.
Even though I’m disappointed at his exception, I’m still happy he’s agreed to come with me. “Okay, deal.”
I cup Eli’s neck and lower his mouth to mine, needing to taste him. As I slide my tongue over his, we frantically move toward the bathroom as he lifts his shirt off me, and I bring my hands to his waist.
“You’re not wearing boxers,” I tell him as I slide my fingers into his sweatpants.
He stops my hand before it can lower to his growing cock. “That’s right, shit. Okay, new plan. I watch you take a bath instead.”
“That doesn’t sound nearly as fun,” I whine.
“Oh, it’ll be pure torture for me,” he says, groaning. “But I like watching you. Been doing it for years.”
Chapter Sixteen
ELIJAH
DAY 12
It’s been two days since our little game started, and Cami’s determined to push me to my limit. One thing’s for sure, she’s a firecracker and knows how to tease me until my cock nearly breaks off. I’ve never jacked off so much in my life, but when it comes to her, this isn’t anything new. But fuck, she’s all I can think about, and it’s consuming every part of me. Truthfully, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stay strong and tell her no. The past forty-eight hours have been pure torture as she’s pranced around in lingerie she brought for her asshole ex. Honestly, I should send him a thank-you letter for letting her go because I’ve been given the opportunity of a lifetime—to be with the woman of my dreams.
I walk into the kitchen, where she’s making an espresso. “Good morning.”
She glances over her shoulder at my bulge, then back up at me. One look is all it takes from her to have my body springing to life. Just the way she commands me with her sparkling blue eyes is enough to drive me wild, and she knows it.
I move past her, and she presses her back against my chest. Wrapping my arm around her stomach, I grab her tightly, and she pushes her ass into my already raging hard-on. She gives me an evil laugh but doesn’t say anything.
I brush my lips against the shell of her ear, causing her to shudder.
“You’re a monster,” I whisper.
Quickly, she spins around, then loops her arms behind my neck, and seconds later, I’m lifting her ass onto the countertop. “No, I’m just a woman who knows who she wants and isn’t afraid to say it.”
“And what do you want?” My eyebrows pop up.
“You,” she confirms, and I’ll never get tired of hearing it. Our kisses are white-hot as she runs her fingers through my hair, and somehow, I put space between us. “You’re trying to break me.”
A chuckle escapes her as I adjust myself. “No, I just want you to break me. There’s a difference, Eli.”
“You deserve more than a quick fuck.” I grab a mug from the cabinet, and she jumps down from the counter and presses all the buttons for a dark roast coffee.
She groans while I wait. “Your willpower is commendable. I’ll make sure to get a trophy made for you.”
Now, I’m the one who’s laughing. “I want it engraved.”
She rolls her eyes. “Guess I’m going to have to go upstairs and have some fun with Prince Harry.”
Coffee spews from my mouth as I choke it back up. “Excuse me?” I ask, wiping off my chin.
“The vibrator that got me off when you refused a couple of days ago,” she explains with a shrug. “He never denies me and always comes through.”
I grin at her and then burst into laughter. She continued her torture by taking a bath and playing
