Page 176 of Dissolving Prejudice

Blaire glanced between us, amusement in her bright eyes.

“How about we talk outside today? The sun is nice,” she offered, and Camilo nodded.

“Sure.”

Understanding it was my time to let go, I almost didn’t want to. The only reason I finally slipped my hands from the wheelchair’s handles was knowing that this therapy was good for Camilo.

“I’ll see you in an hour,” I promised my man before kissing his cheek.

“You better.”

Camilo shot me a quick glance, one full of love, before Blaire took my place and started pushing him in a different direction.

“So, what’s new?” she asked him.

“My right ball’s itching,” he said.

Unable to hold it in, I snorted so loud I caught people’s attention. Still laughing, I covered my mouth when I noticed Camilo had heard me, too, as he turned to look at me. Our eyes locked, and my heart missed a beat, same as always, at the deepness of his dark irises. At that moment, my chest tightened with so much love I doubted it was legal. Still holding each other’s stares, and without thinking about it, my hand slipped to my neck, my fingers tracing my necklace.

His necklace.

The one I would never take off again.

Camilo

One year later

Shay-Lee’s body pressed against mine, his fingers clutching my hair at its roots as he kissed me back aggressively. Licking into my mouth, he sucked on my tongue before he scraped my bottom lip with his teeth. He then bit on it, hard enough to make me taste blood, and the low chuckle he let out afterward was enough to drive me out of my fucking mind. The whole time he thrust his hips into me, and with the way his stiff cock rubbed over my thigh as we ravished each other’s mouths, I was two seconds away from doing him raw in the elevator. Thankfully, I had enough sense not to, and starved to own him, I managed to get us back to our hotel suite.

My mouth was busy with Shay-Lee—my hands, too—while I tried putting in the pin code to open the room’s door. “Shit,” I hissed when I got it wrong.

Before I could try again, Shay-Lee pulled me back, his lips on mine in seconds. My cock pulsed in my pants, and I cupped the back of Shay-Lee’s head before pressing him to the door, my thigh rubbing his stiff erection until he groaned with pleasure.

“Hold on just a second, kitten,” I whispered in his ear, then planted a kiss on his neck before going back to the door. My head was spinning with the heat of Shay-Lee’s proximity, and it took me a second to remember the code before typing it in. I was pressing the third digit when the greedy little puss gripped me over my pants, and I swore under my heavy breath, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he gave me a firm squeeze.

A cocky smile spread on my lips when I heard the lock click, and I pushed the door open before gripping Shay-Lee’s slim waist and jumping him into my arms. He quickly wrapped his legs around me, and my hands slipped to his firm ass.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I whispered the words over his tempting lips as I walked us into our hotel suite, kicking the door closed behind me.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Shay-Lee teased, his tongue poking out to lick those damn lips of his before he clashed our mouths together in a brutal kiss. Swirling his tongue with mine, he fought for dominance while working on stripping me out of the clothes he’d designed himself. Only he was too eager, and pulling the shirt too hard, he made me lose balance, and we crashed to the floor.

His ass hit the cold tiles first, and I worried he’d gotten hurt when his hands quickly returned to my face, and he guided me down until his mouth was mine to take over. He moaned into the kiss, voice so beautiful it put me under a spell.

His spell.

I slightly rose up to look at him, my eyes drinking in the unbelievable sight spread beneath me. Lying on the floor with his golden hair spread around him like a halo and the lace shirt he wore clinging to him like a second skin—decorating his body in golden ornaments—Shay-Lee looked like a masterpiece, painted by God himself.

“What are you doing?” he purred, biting on the back of his finger while his eyes wandered up my body.

“Just looking at my husband,” I said, moving my hand to his throat and the necklace decorating it.

Mine. So. Fucking. Mine.

Shay-Lee’s crystal eyes darkened before he bit on his full bottom lip. “In that case—” He lifted up his waist off the floor, spreading his legs apart. “—make sure to look there, too, husband.”

Loving the sound of that word coming out of his sinful mouth, a wicked smile pulled on my lips, and obeying his orders, I clenched the thin lace of his shirt in my fists.

“You beast—” Shay-Lee gasped as I ripped off the blouse he designed, which had cost a fortune. A piece of haute couture from tonight’s show. “This one took weeks to create—oh, fuck.” His scolding turned into one long groan of pleasure as I wrapped my lips around his pink nipple and sucked on it.