Camera Chemistry (Love Through a Lens, #0.5)

by Chelsea Curto

“The truth, because what a way to go. The headline could read: ‘She died while doing what she loved most… taking care of herself.’” “‘Woman accomplishes what no man is capable of: a mind-blowing orgasm,’” Lace adds. “‘She was a vibrant woman.’” “‘She came, and she went.’”

“We don’t have to suffer alone. We’re in this together.” “I like the sound of that,” he says. It’s husky and lower than before. Rich, with a promise behind the words. A tone I’d like to hear again, outside these walls and somewhere private, maybe. With a parting glance, Aiden turns on his heel and heads toward Jeremiah. Oh, shit. I am in a heap of trouble.

When I subtly inhale and try to savor the scent, I realize I’m totally and completely fucked.

I want her to be aware of what I lack in height, I make up for in other departments. The power to lift her if I wanted to. Onto a counter. A table. Against a wall. She can take her fucking pick.

“Even better. I’ll cook you dinner. Then I’ll eat you out on my counter.”

“You want the world to see you, don’t you? Face the windows and spread your legs. I didn’t get to finish my dessert, and now the whole city can watch while I do.”

“I like hearing you say my name. But I’d like it even more if you screamed it.”

“By day, you’re Maggie Houston. An extraordinary woman with a remarkable brain. Talented, nice as hell, and someone who puts others first. But tonight? Tonight, you’re going to be the filthy fucking girl who’s going to suck my cock, aren’t you? The one who’s going to let me fuck her from behind so I can appreciate her ass while I take care of her pussy. And you’re going to say thank you every time. Now, get on your knees. Might as well get comfortable.”

“Good. Now crawl over here, sweetheart, so I can paint your throat with my cum. I’ve been dreaming about your lips around my cock since the first time you said my name.”

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see every inch of you, Maggie. There you go,” I say through an exhale as she does as I ask. “That’s my fucking girl.”

“If you were mine,” I say into the crook of her neck, “I wouldn’t need to wear a condom. Your ass would look fucking divine covered in my cum. Even better, dripping from your pussy, so everyone knew who made you feel so fucking good.”

“Ten hours with you, and you’re already one of my favorite people. Scary, isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I whisper. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. There’s sweat on my back. My hair is a mess. I need to use the bathroom, and my calf is cramping. Still, there’s nowhere I’d rather be. Nothing has ever felt more like home. “Terrifying.”