Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Christ, I know he’s right. But that’s like dangling Camille out there by a hook.
On the flip side, she’s going to be dangled, regardless. The party is going forward, except now we know there is a very clear threat. Before it was a lot of supposition.
“We know it’s coming,” Dmitri presses. “So now we can better prepare. We can station fifty guards around both Thomas and Camille.”
I’m not sure why he’s working so hard to convince me. If Thomas has approved we move forward, there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Unless…
My eyes narrow at him. “You’re worried I’ll convince Camille to boycott the party or convince her father not to move forward.”
“Yes,” he says grimly. “I think you have the power to halt all of it. But I think you’d be making the wrong decision. Like I said, we can place an army around them.”
I shake my head, and Dmitri sighs.
“No,” I say, as he has misinterpreted my head shake. “You can’t place an army around them. That will only deter the assassin, and you want to draw them out.”
Dmitri smiles.
He knows I’m on board because I’m now pointing out strategies or really, the lack thereof.
“I’d still like to talk to Thomas and Camille.”
“To convince them otherwise?” Dmitri guesses.
“To make sure they understand my concerns. We can have Colette call off the assassin and let Europol and Interpol find him.”
Dmitri sighs. “Thomas was sending for Camille when I came to get you. He’s talking to her now.”
Son of a bitch. Part of this was to fill me in, but part of this was to get me away from Camille so her father can convince her this is the right play. Thomas doesn’t know the influence I might have over Camille, but Dmitri does.
Asshole.
I pivot and storm out of the office to find Camille and her father.
CHAPTER 22
Camille
I moan in my sleep. Something feels very, very good. Warm, insistent… right between my legs.
At that sweet spot.
These are the best kind of dreams, and I envision the dark hair on Jackson’s head as I glance down my dream body. His mouth working with so much dedication, as he always does. Almost every single time we’re together, he uses his mouth to get me off. He loves oral sex, and I’ve found it’s one of my favorite things as well.
I want this dream to go on and on and on. I reach down, touch my fingers to his silky hair, and feel a grumbling groan from his mouth against my sensitive flesh. My hips jerk upward and he laughs darkly.
And then I’m coming so hard that I cry out and rotate my hips against him. Turning his face, he kisses the inside of my thigh, the lower part of my belly, and then right in the center of my chest as he moves up my body. Jackson’s lips travel up my neck, slide over my jaw, and then to my ear. “It’s time to wake up, Camille.”
I don’t want to leave the dream. I want to stay here forever because this is perfect and it’s all I’ll have after Jackson leaves.
“Come on, Princess,” he murmurs, leaning down and biting my lower lip. “Wake up.”
My eyes fly open and I see Jackson hovering over me with a smile on his face. I lift my head and look down between our bodies to see that I’m naked and he’s naked and the area between my legs is still tingling from an orgasm.
My eyes fly to his, flaring with accusation. “Did you… Did you just…?”
His teeth flash at me as he chuckles. “Didn’t think you would sleep through the entire thing. The princess even orgasms while she sleeps. Fucking amazing.”
I can’t believe he did that. I can’t believe he put his mouth between my legs while I was dead asleep. Seeing how far he could go, how much he could push my body. Apparently it is so in tune with him, it didn’t require consciousness to respond.
Jackson’s right… fucking amazing.
During that brief glance between our bodies, I didn’t fail to notice his rock-hard erection. I spread my legs, wrap them around the backs of his thighs, and try to pull him into me. I lean up and nibble along his jaw. “Now let’s see what else you can do.”
Rather than slide into me, Jackson rolls onto his side. Planting his elbow in the mattress, he props his head in his hand and looks down at me with a satisfied and slightly smug look. “Not gonna happen. That orgasm I gave you was an early birthday present.”
“But it’s not my birthday for another six days.”
“Well, your party is tonight, so happy birthday party day. I hope you like the present I gave you.”
My inclination is to laugh, but I stare at him suspiciously. This is a far cry, an absolute polar shift in attitude, from what I saw yesterday.