extremely thirsty, she realized. Not wanting to wake up dehydrated and excruciatingly hung over for the second morning in a row, she decided to make a quick trip to the kitchen and get a bottle of water. Then she’d be able to sleep, she reasoned.
Cami debated whether or not to leave the room in her skimpy sleepwear. She didn’t have a robe to throw over, or even some comfortable sweats. So, changing would require pulling on one of her sexy little dresses, which she really didn’t have the energy to do. It was almost one in the morning, she reasoned to herself. The likelihood of running into anyone at this time of night was slim to none.
She wondered for a moment whether or not she would even consider walking around a strange mansion in the middle of the night barely dressed if she was completely sober. Probably not, she decided, but headed down the stairs anyway.
She chugged an entire bottle of water while standing in front of the fridge, than grabbed a second bottle to take back up to her room. If she didn’t end up drinking it, Maggie probably would.
Cami was just turning to go, when she came face-to-face with Drew, who was just entering the kitchen. They stood silently for a moment, eyes hungrily roving over each other’s body.
Drew looked completely rumpled and unkempt—it was the sexiest that Cami had ever seen him. He was still wearing his clothes from the previous evening, though his shirt was untucked and partially unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up past the elbow. And his tie seemed to have had disappeared. His dark hair was sticking out in every direction, as if he’d been running his hands through it.
Or someone else had been running her hands through it . The picture of Drew and Analise frolicking on the beach—just like Cami and Drew had the other night—flickered through her mind.
“Excuse me,” Cami said angrily, trying to push past Drew. But he was a solid form against her, all toned hard muscle, refusing to let her through.
“Cami,” he whispered, pushing further into her. “It’s just…a really bad time.” His breath hitched as his chest pressed against her breasts—which were only covered by a slim slip of silk. “It’s a bad time for me to meet a girl I really like.”
“I’m sorry to hear you and Analise are having problems,” she snarled, trying her best to move around him towards the door.
“Fuck Analise,” she heard him whisper under his breath.
And then he was all over her. His hot mouth claimed hers, kissing and licking at her lips until she opened for him. His hands wound down her body until they reached the perky flesh of her ass. After squeezing tightly, he used his grip to pull her up as if she weighed nothing, closer to his mouth. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to press her against the wall.
His tongue continued to dominate her mouth as he ground his hardening length against her crotch. Cami couldn’t help but press back, while all of her common sense washed away by the surge of adrenalin and want.
Once Cami was securely pressed against the wall, Drew released her ass and allowed his hands to explore her body, moving up until they were cupping and squeezing the ample flesh of her soft breasts. She moaned and pressed into his touch, relishing the way his thumbs made delicious circles over her swollen, aching nipples.
Drew’s mouth moved from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and cleavage. He licked at the bead of sweat clinging between her breasts before moving further down to mouth at her nipples through the thin silk of her camisole.
Cami was going crazy. She wanted nothing more than to reach down and release his cock, so that he could fuck her right there in the middle of the kitchen, pressed against the wall.
It was that crazy thought that finally snapped Cami out of her alcohol and hormone induced craze.
“What am I doing?” she asked herself, pushing against Drew’s chest until he backed up and
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