Flirting With Disaster (Camelot 3)

“How did Judah know Ben was coming?”

Sean caught her waist and pulled her between his legs. She needed cheering up, and he’d been waiting since yesterday afternoon to get his hands on her again. Thirty-one hours, give or take.

He lifted the tight, stretchy red shirt she’d worn under her jacket and put his nose in her navel, breathing in the lemony smell of her skin.

Sean moved his hands up her back and found her bra clasp. “Take your shirt off,” he said before lowering his palms to her ass and pulling her closer.

“I thought we were working,” Katie protested. But she pulled off her shirt while he kissed a path from her belly up to her rib cage. She was still hot and damp from the club, salty on his tongue. She wore black lace.

“We got fired.”

“I don’t want to be fired.”

“All right. We’re taking a b-break.”

“I can’t concentrate when you do that.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Why did seeing Ben upset Judah so much, if it was what he wanted?”

He kissed the rounded flesh of her breast where it met the lace of her bra, and she arched into him. He found the zipper on her skirt. “Ben didn’t seem too happy to see him.”

“You don’t think so? I don’t know,” Katie said, stepping out of the skirt when it hit the floor. “I think that’s just how he is. If he were happy or plotting Judah’s death, I’m not sure we’d be able to tell the difference.” She wore thigh-high stockings held up with a black lace garter belt that matched her bra and the edges of her white, shiny panties. Her hair was damp at the temples, and her skin glowed in the soft city light that filtered through the glass wall of the hotel room.

Sean had never known craving came in so many shades. Tonight, it was dark and purposeful. Direct. Powerful.

“I smell like a beer bong.”

“On my lap,” he ordered, urging her closer.

She resisted. “I’m, like, a dorm room. I’m dirty old socks. You do not want to touch me until I’ve taken a shower.”

He scraped his teeth over one nipple through her bra cup. Already stiff, and

he could practically taste her arousal. “Oh, but I do.” He picked her up and put her where he wanted her, legs spread wide to straddle him, hips nestling against his rock-hard erection. “I’ve been wanting to t-touch you for days.”

“You just touched me yesterday.”

“True.” His mouth found her throat, and she tipped back her head. “You’re good to touch. And you smell good, too. Like a woman.” He kissed her pulse point, her chin, her mouth. Finally her mouth. “You t-taste like my woman.”

“You’re such a Tarzan.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Jane.”

She did. She kissed him hard and awkwardly, their teeth knocking before she eased up just long enough to say “sorry” and came at him again, at a better angle this time. He cupped her head in both hands and moved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her deep as his cock settled at the warm, soft juncture of her thighs.

“Something’s wrong with Judah.” She unbuttoned his shirt, making him harder with every soft collision of her knuckles against his stomach.

He thumbed her nipple and kissed her again. “There’s a million things wrong with Judah. Let it go.”

“I have to figure out how to help him. Do you think Ben—Ohh …”

He’d rolled the nipple between his thumb and finger, knowing it would make her gasp and lose her train of thought. Right then, he didn’t give a damn about Judah or Ben or any of them. All he wanted was to be inside Katie. To wipe that line between her eyebrows away and replace it with bliss.

“Unzip me,” he said.

Her nails raked down his stomach, and she lifted a few inches off his lap so her fingers could find his cock and stroke him. “You have a serious problem here, don’t you? I think you could use this thing as a jackhammer.”