CAMILLE

'We shouldn't be doing this'

I manage to whisper between labored breaths as his free hand cups my breasts and squeezes them roughly. His other hand still holds mine firmly to his chest.

'You mean this?' he whispers to my neck before his warm tongue meets the skin below my ear, and I gasp with need.

His fingers find my nipples through my chiffon shirt and knead them without mercy, just the way I love it – rough. When he pinched it, I let the moan I had been trying to keep in my ...