CHAPTER 13
For the first time ever, Camille had an idea of what it must be like to be an aroused man. Getting across town when she was this turned-on? This needy? It was a special kind of agony. Every step made her breasts bounce against the insides of her bra, rubbing her n*****s deliciously…and yet never enough. The faint humming of the road beneath the taxi was mouth-watering…and maddening.
And all of this? This was thanks to reading Wyatt’s responses.
Camille swallowed thickly as the taxi took the final exit to his neighborhood. The answers hadn’t just been reading some horny guy’s account of thongs or rubber bodysuits or whatever. They’d been about pleasuring his partner until she shook, worshipping her curves like they were revelations, working out her stress—deliciously—after she
