Caught on Camera (Love Through a Lens, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

“We definitely do.” I let out a content sigh and snuggle into his chest. “Do we have to go to the gala?” “Might be kind of obvious if we’re both missing,” he says. He kisses my forehead and adjusts the strap of my dress on my shoulder. “You know Maggie will panic.” “She will.” I sigh again and stretch my arms over my head. “I could sleep for hours, though. I finally found a way to unwind after a stressful day; it’s your fingers.” “Happy to help.” Shawn smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. I like that he can’t stop touching me. “Should we get going?” “Yeah. We can’t show up too late. I want to surprise the shit out of Director Hannaford when I introduce you to him.” I wiggle in his lap, and I feel that he’s still hard. “Do you want me to help you take care of that before we leave?” “I do, but we’ll save it for next time,” he says. “Since we’re friends who fuck now.” “I guess we are,” I say, and I give him a slow grin. “Let me freshen up, then we can head out.” “Okay.” He taps my hip, and I stand up. “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

“I’d pretend to be your date anytime.” “Flirting with me, Daniels?” I ask. “In your dreams, Holmes,” she says lowly, and she throws back her drink. “Lace, what happened to your neck?” Maggie asks. She reaches over and touches the red mark I left on her skin. I’ve been looking at it all night, too. “Are you okay?” “Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Curling iron.” Lacey sets her napkin in her lap and smiles at her best friend. “Thirty-four years on this earth, and I still manage to burn myself.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing and look away. As I do, I swear I see Aiden glance between us and grin.

“Fuck, you’re already wet, aren’t you? Lie back and get comfortable.” Lacey adjusts her position on the bed, scooting onto the mattress and resting her back on the sheets. “Shawn,” she says, and she pants my name. “You’re too far away.” “I’m sorry.” I pull my briefs off and add them to the collection of clothes sitting in a pile on the floor. “I don’t mean to be.” She relaxes when I rest my hand on her knee, and she takes a deep breath. “I like when you’re touching me.” “Scoot back and grab the headboard, Lacey girl. Be good for me and don’t let go.”

“Shawn. I need to—I have to—please,” Lacey begs, and her hands almost slide down the headboard. “Please what?” I ask. I sit up on my knees and bend over her so I can kiss her. “I told you I’ll give you whatever you want. You just have to ask.” “I need to come. Please let me come.” “You’ve been good, haven’t you? Okay, Lacey girl. You can come. Then you’re going to take my cock because I know you want more.” She whimpers and tightens around me, a few seconds of bliss before she lets out a long, loud moan. It’s a sound I’ve come to love, because I love knowing I made her feel good. “Fuck,” she whispers, and I kiss her neck. “One more, sweetheart. You can give me one more, right?” I ask as I circle her clit, and her breathing changes again. “There you go. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you come, Lacey. You make me want to keep you in my bed all day.”

“You’re so big,” she says. I feel her moving on the mattress, and the bed dips under her weight as she shifts around. “Biggest I’ve ever had.” “You’re really boosting my ego tonight,” I say, and she eases me onto my back. “I want to ride you,” she says, and I nod. “I want you to touch me while I do.” I open my eyes and find her straddling me. I sit up on an elbow and swirl my tongue around her nipple. Lacey hovers above me and lowers herself an inch, the head of my cock pushing through her entrance. “Shit.” “It’s okay.” I cup both her tits in my hands and squeeze. “Take your time, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” “How is this so much better than last time?” she whispers, and she leans forward. Her body weight rests against mine, and she sinks another inch lower. “You’re going to fill me up, aren’t you, Shawn?” My palms move to her waist, and I grip her hips as tight as I can. I lift off the bed, meeting her halfway until I’m fully seated inside her. “Goddammit,” I groan. “Feels so fucking good. You’re still so tight.” “Tight for you,” Lacey says in my ear. “Wet for you. All of it’s for you, Shawn.”