Dirty Secret

"What do you have in mind?"

"A t-shirt and boxers would be great. Do you even own a t-shirt?"

My lips curl into a smile. "I brought a few."

"Really?"

"Second drawer on the right."

She moves into the bedroom and checks the drawer. "Ah." She pulls out a plain white v-neck. "I bet you look good in this."

"I look good in everything."

"I hate to ruin it."

"I hate to see you put on clothes."

"Does this help?" She slips the robe off her shoulders. Does a quick spin. Lands with a smile.

Fuck, she's adorable. It warms me everywhere.

And sends blood back to my cock. I need to fuck her again. I need to teach her everything.

But not now.

Now, I need to put her to bed.

I take the shirt. Pull it over her shoulders.

"I don't suppose you'll return my underwear?" she asks.

"Never." But I do pull a pair of boxers from the dresser and help her into them.

She cops a pose, hip cocked, arms folded. "Do I make a good Cam?"

"Excellent."

"What should I say? Something about how I'm the greatest lover in the world and no one can ever compare?" She climbs under the gold spread and shoots me a cocky grin. "Baby, you have no idea what a great fuck I am. I'll ruin you forever. No one else will ever be enough."

"No. They won't."

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cam

Sunlight streams through the window. It bounces off the gold comforter to cast the room in a soft glow.

And there's Sienna, asleep, in my fucking t-shirt.

Calm.

At peace.

Beautiful.

I don't feel a single shred of resentment in my chest.

I give it time to grow as I wash, dress, fix coffee in the cheap machine.

But it doesn't.

I'm not empty or angry or used.

I don't hate her.

I don't want to leave.

No, it's much, much worse.

I still like her.

I still need more.

I need to teach her everything.

One night isn't enough. We can have the weekend.

But that's all.

Two days that stay our dirty secret.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sienna

Mmm. The room is warm. The perfect soft feeling of the sun on my skin.

I blink my eyes open. Wait for my brain to curse the illumination or the hum of the air conditioner or the dryness in my mouth.

But I'm okay.

I'm not excited to run six miles, but my head is easy, my stomach is calm, my chest is light.

Then I remember last night and my entire body is buzzing.

I rise slowly. Stretch my arms over my head. Check for signs of wear.

My thighs are sore. The usual wow, I haven't worked that muscle in a while sensation. And my sex is—

Well, I feel like I was fucked. There's no other way to explain it.

Dirty thoughts fill my head as I wash in the bathroom. Even here, in this small space, there are so many places Cam can fuck me.

In the shower.

Against the wall.

On the counter.

I want them all. I really do.

But he hasn't promised anything. I can't get too excited.

Okay, that's a lost cause. And it's not like dirty thoughts ever killed anyone. If it was possible to die of sexual frustration, I would have kicked the bucket last night.

I find the hotel's disposable toothbrush and toothpaste, wash my face with warm water, adjust my pajamas. Cam's t-shirt is thick, the way men's t-shirts are, but my breasts still show through the light fabric.

Will it drive him crazy?

I need to drive him crazy, so he doesn't say anything ridiculous like that was fun, but it was enough. Here's some cash for coffee. Bye.

No. I need to prepare myself for any response.

Yes, I want to encourage the right response, but I agreed to his terms. I need to honor them.

If he really does want to say goodbye—

I don't have to like it, but I do have to respect it. And I really, really need to get the fuck out of here before I lose it.

I need to hold it together until after the wedding.

Until Ty and Indie leave on their honeymoon.

That's more than a week away.

Deep breath.

Slow exhale.

Maximum chill.

I follow the smell of coffee into the main room. It looks different in the light of day. More ornate. Less Cam.

Gold wallpaper with a Fleur de lis print, cream couch and carpet, sheer curtains, big cherry desk.

Cam sitting behind a laptop, already in his suit.

"Is it really that comfortable?" I ask.

"It is." He smiles.

My heart thuds against my chest. He's even more handsome today. How is that possible? "Or are you wearing it to tease me?"

"Likely."

I roll my shoulders back. Lift my chest. "I can tease you back."

"I hope you do."

My lips curl into a smile. "I smell coffee. Tell me there's coffee."

"How's your head?"

I motion okay.

"You should eat something."

"Do you have something?"

"I was waiting for you."

My eyes go to the clock. It's late, by his standards. "Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm a patient man." His voice drops to a teasing tone. So I know he means sex. So I know he's daring me.