Page 159 of Just for the Cameras
It’s been so goddamn long that I’ve forgotten the way it feels to have my mouth keep tugging into a smile, the burdens I bear taking a break from pressing down on my chest, and the world seeming to fade away as joy seeps into my soul.
And she’s the reason.
Maple.
My beautiful Maple.
Did not see that coming.
She walks into the kitchen, wearing my shirt that swallows her whole, and it’s so goddamn cute that it makes me want to take it off and worship her all over again. But given that I only had one condom, I’m going to have to practice some self-control.
When she catches me staring at her, her cheeks pinken. So fucking adorable.
“Is this okay?” She tugs on the hem of her shirt.
“More than okay,” I say as I take her by the hand and pull her closer. I grip her cheek, angle her chin up, and kiss her lips, letting my tongue explore her all over again.
Supple.
Responsive.
Addictive.
Her hands move over my pecs, digging into my skin, branding me with her touch, something I reveled in just moments ago, trying to commit the way she touched me to memory because it felt so damn good.
I want to bottle up the feeling and live on it.
And as her mouth works over mine, her fingers imprinting into my muscles, excitement pulses through me at the thought of getting lost in her all over again.
I’ve fucked my share of women. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s something that has kept the edge off all these years, and I can honestly say, without a shadow of a doubt, that no one has ever felt like anything even close to Maple.
The moment her pussy started clenching around me when I was spanking her, I knew I was gone.
Fucking endgame.
There was no holding me back, and I took exactly what I wanted until I blacked out, curse words falling from my lips while I came.
She groans into my mouth, and I pull away, trying to give myself a fighting chance before I start getting hard again.
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me, the most beautiful smile pulling on her lips.
My thumb slides over her cheek, her soft skin imprinting with the touch of my thumb. “You truly are breathtaking.”
Her smile grows wider before she starts shaking her head.
“What?” I ask.
“It’s just so crazy, all of this.”
“What do you mean?” I ask before I lift her, spin her around, and put her up on the counter so we’re more at eye level to have this conversation.
Her legs pull me in as she wraps them around my waist. “Being here, with you, like this. I don’t know. I just…I never really thought you and I would ever get to a place like this even though I knew I was developing feelings.”
“Maple,” I say, my hands sliding across her sides. “How could you not see it? The number of times I stole glances at you, wanted to be near you, the way I would touch you for no reason, how I would stare at your ass, desperately send you thirst traps…”
She chuckles, and her hands fall to my shoulders. “The thirst traps were surprising, but I didn’t always catch you looking at me, and I don’t know, you weren’t giving off the vibe of ‘Oh, I think she’s pretty.’ I guess I just thought it was all for show.”
“Not pretty,” I correct her. “Beautiful, Maple. You’re fucking gorgeous. You’re so smart. And your heart is, fuck, it’s one of a kind with the way you care for everything and everyone around you.” I press my hand to her chest. “I’ve never met someone with a heart like yours.”
