chest.
“Lie back,” she said, her eyes hooded and full of lust. “It’s my turn to fuck you.”
He wasn’t going to argue.
Justice leaned back, resting his head against the edge of the pool and scooting his ass toward the edge of the seat to give her room to move.
She didn’t waste any time.
Lauren leaned forward, placing one hand on the edge of the pool on either side of his head and shifted her legs so she could brace her knees. Then she began to move, up and down, grinding herself against Bonding Camp
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him. Lauren groaned low in her throat. “Oh God, this is so—”
Suddenly her back arched, and she jerked.
Justice felt like his eyes were rolling up into his head. She was coming, her pussy pulsing, squeezing him. “Argh!” he cried, digging his fingers into her hips as he came.
They both gasped for breath, coming down slowly from the heights of pleasure.
Justice leaned up and kissed her. “That was amazing.”
She nodded, swallowing. “Yeah.” Disengaging herself from him, she slid into the water beside him and rested against his side. “I’m exhausted.”
He slid his arm around her shoulder. “Me too.”
“Now, what were you asking earlier, before I assaulted you?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “I wanted to know what happened. What caused you to want to be so private?”
“Oh. That.” She shifted beside him. “Well, I was involved with someone, and I made the mistake of letting him know one of my fantasies. The one about the handcuffs.”
“And?” Justice stroked her smooth shoulder, coaxing her to talk.
“It was so embarrassing,” she continued. “He told his friends, and one day, while they were all at our place watching football, they thought it would be fun to ask me about it.”
Justice looked over at her. Her cheeks were flushed. He couldn’t tell if it was from the sex or if she was remembering the embarrassment she felt at her secrets being told. “That won’t happen here, Lauren. We’ll keep your secrets.”
She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I’m finding that out. And you know, I really do feel like I belong here. With Cane, White, and Moss. I feel secure.”
He reached over and tweaked her nose. “And you can feel that way. After all, we’ve got a contract to secure our secrecy. So, my lovely, you can fulfill any fantasy you want. We will indulge you in 58
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any way and keep it to ourselves.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “But I must tell you, my fantasy has been fulfilled.
Completely.”
She looked up at him. “And your fantasy is?”
He smiled and hugged her against his side. “You.”
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Chapter Eight
Lauren entered the dining room, tired but pleased. They were supposed to have dinner together, and then she was going to meet with Crystal White, the only partner left for her to bond with. She was a little nervous about what “bonding” with Crystal was going to be like. She wondered if it would involve sex. She’d never had sex with another woman. The thought did give her a little tingle, though.
Justice rose from his chair at the dining room table and pulled one out for her. “Thank you,” she said, folding her body into the chair beside him.
He sat down again and leaned over to brush a kiss across her cheek. “You look lovely.”
Morgan and Crystal sat across the table from them, smiling.
Morgan raised a glass toward her. “Wine, Miss Brooke?”
“Yes, please. And please, call me Lauren.”
“Lauren it is.” Morgan motioned for Rodgers to pour the wine.
Rodgers moved beside her, expertly pouring her a glass. She looked up at him and smiled. He returned the smile and stepped back, away from the table. I wonder if the staff gets involved in the fantasies. I’ll bet they do. She took a sip from her glass, the wine caressing her tongue.
“Lauren, I want to personally welcome you to Cane, Moss, and White,” Crystal said. “I’ve heard
“Lie back,” she said, her eyes hooded and full of lust. “It’s my turn to fuck you.”
He wasn’t going to argue.
Justice leaned back, resting his head against the edge of the pool and scooting his ass toward the edge of the seat to give her room to move.
She didn’t waste any time.
Lauren leaned forward, placing one hand on the edge of the pool on either side of his head and shifted her legs so she could brace her knees. Then she began to move, up and down, grinding herself against Bonding Camp
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him. Lauren groaned low in her throat. “Oh God, this is so—”
Suddenly her back arched, and she jerked.
Justice felt like his eyes were rolling up into his head. She was coming, her pussy pulsing, squeezing him. “Argh!” he cried, digging his fingers into her hips as he came.
They both gasped for breath, coming down slowly from the heights of pleasure.
Justice leaned up and kissed her. “That was amazing.”
She nodded, swallowing. “Yeah.” Disengaging herself from him, she slid into the water beside him and rested against his side. “I’m exhausted.”
He slid his arm around her shoulder. “Me too.”
“Now, what were you asking earlier, before I assaulted you?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” he said, clearing his throat. “I wanted to know what happened. What caused you to want to be so private?”
“Oh. That.” She shifted beside him. “Well, I was involved with someone, and I made the mistake of letting him know one of my fantasies. The one about the handcuffs.”
“And?” Justice stroked her smooth shoulder, coaxing her to talk.
“It was so embarrassing,” she continued. “He told his friends, and one day, while they were all at our place watching football, they thought it would be fun to ask me about it.”
Justice looked over at her. Her cheeks were flushed. He couldn’t tell if it was from the sex or if she was remembering the embarrassment she felt at her secrets being told. “That won’t happen here, Lauren. We’ll keep your secrets.”
She looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I’m finding that out. And you know, I really do feel like I belong here. With Cane, White, and Moss. I feel secure.”
He reached over and tweaked her nose. “And you can feel that way. After all, we’ve got a contract to secure our secrecy. So, my lovely, you can fulfill any fantasy you want. We will indulge you in 58
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any way and keep it to ourselves.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly. “But I must tell you, my fantasy has been fulfilled.
Completely.”
She looked up at him. “And your fantasy is?”
He smiled and hugged her against his side. “You.”
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Chapter Eight
Lauren entered the dining room, tired but pleased. They were supposed to have dinner together, and then she was going to meet with Crystal White, the only partner left for her to bond with. She was a little nervous about what “bonding” with Crystal was going to be like. She wondered if it would involve sex. She’d never had sex with another woman. The thought did give her a little tingle, though.
Justice rose from his chair at the dining room table and pulled one out for her. “Thank you,” she said, folding her body into the chair beside him.
He sat down again and leaned over to brush a kiss across her cheek. “You look lovely.”
Morgan and Crystal sat across the table from them, smiling.
Morgan raised a glass toward her. “Wine, Miss Brooke?”
“Yes, please. And please, call me Lauren.”
“Lauren it is.” Morgan motioned for Rodgers to pour the wine.
Rodgers moved beside her, expertly pouring her a glass. She looked up at him and smiled. He returned the smile and stepped back, away from the table. I wonder if the staff gets involved in the fantasies. I’ll bet they do. She took a sip from her glass, the wine caressing her tongue.
“Lauren, I want to personally welcome you to Cane, Moss, and White,” Crystal said. “I’ve heard
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