Operation: Tempt Me (15 page)

Chapter
Eleven

Cambrie
slipped out of bed and into the bathroom quietly so Miller could get the sleep
he needed. After all, he was on vacation. He should rest.

The cool
morning air raised goose bumps on her skin while she waited for the shower to
warm up. What an odd twenty-four hours. She had met the most interesting man of
her life, had the most amazing sex she’d probably ever have, and had that same
sexy man fast asleep in her bed snoring lightly, his hard muscled body hogging
most of the mattress and sheets.

Stepping
under the water, she thought about how just twenty-four hours ago she had been
a totally different person. This morning, she awoke remembering all that she
had discovered about herself while making love with Miller last night. The
naughty side that she craved, now yearned for, and feared she’d never have
after Miller left. How could such a wonderful night become bittersweet?

“If you were
going to sleep standing up you should’ve stayed in bed.” Miller’s voice scared
the shit out of her. She spun around with her hand on her heart and the other
wiping the water and her hair out of her eyes. She wasn’t used to having
someone else in the house with her.

“Shit,
Miller. Don’t sneak up on me.”

With palms
out, he offered an apology. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped
into the shower, his massive body taking all available free space. She was
forced under the stream of water and had to angle her head to avoid the water
and open her eyes.

“What are you
doing?” she demanded.

“Um, I think
it’s obvious. Joining you for a shower.” The cocky smile he offered didn’t
amuse her.

“No you’re
not. Get out. You’ll make me late for work.” And she didn’t need to be
distracted by his sexy body.

An evil smirk
creased his lips. “I hope so. You need me to wash your back.”

She placed
her hand on his chest to keep him at arm’s length or she’d lose all track of
time. “I’ve managed fine all these years, Miller. Now out.” She swung the
shower curtain over to compel him to step out of the tub, but he only shut it
again and remained with her.

“Then I’ll
help you wash that sweet pussy and your hot ass.” There was that damn patience
of his again.

Before she
could protest again, his hand rubbed between her legs, the touch instantly
igniting a fire within the walls of her pussy. Oh, God, his fingers felt so
good caressing her pussy lips, reminding her clearly of their hot loving last
night. She sank against his chest, capturing his mouth in a kiss meant to taste
and explore. The warmth of his mouth was no match for the heat from his body as
every inch of her skin came alive under his touch.

“Ever make
love in a shower?” he asked against her lips.

She looked at
him like he had three heads. “What do you think?”

“Awesome.
Another first all for me.” His bragging finished with another kiss, only this
time he lingered on her lips long enough to pull her leg up around his waist so
he could trail his finger to the puckered entrance of her ass and push inside.
She gasped and tore away from the kiss. “Relax for me, Cambrie. It’s just my
finger. I want to get your ass ready so I can fuck it with my cock one of these
nights.”

Liking the
intrusion of his finger, her body seemed to purr, wanting to feel more. The
intimacy made her look forward to that time, helped her understand what it
would feel like. “Mmmm. Feels good, Miller.”

“Me too. So
tight, like your pussy.” With his words tickling her ear, his finger maneuvered
in and out of her ass. The slight pinch aroused her with thoughts of more anal
play, maybe with toys.

With a series
of flutters, her pussy hummed. “You destroy me with your dirty talk, Miller.
This isn’t fair.” Pushing her ass back onto his finger to encourage him to move
faster, deeper, she sighed. “I need to get to the library and you’ve got me all
worked up.”

With a
devastating smile, he had placed her under his charm. “Now, do you really
believe I would send you off to work without finishing what I’ve started here?”

Before she
knew what to expect, his finger withdrew from her ass as he lifted her to
straddle his hips, easing his cock inside her pussy. The stretching was minimal
this time as he eased fully into her. How good it felt to have him stroking
inside her.

“Wait!
Condom,” she yelled, her voice echoing over the spray of the water.

The strength
of his arms easily held her up. “Already taken care of. I put it on before
coming in here. Waking up in your bed, surrounded by your lovely scent, gave me
a massive hard-on. Thought you’d like to help me out with that.”

She laughed.
He had a way with words for sure. “Glad to be of assistance.”

His slow,
deep thrusts were different from the heated passion of last night, but they
still served to make her a horny mess in his arms. With the warmth of the steam
around them, Miller fucked her with deep, long strokes, kissing her neck and
shoulder.

Leaning her
back against the tile, she forgave the coldness on her warm flesh when his
fingers skimmed around to her breast and gripped the slippery mound, squeezing
and kneading. Taking her nipple between his finger and thumb, he pinched until
heat shot to her pussy.

“Yes, Miller.
Don’t. Stop.”

With her
hands clinging to his back and shoulders, she bucked her hips with each thrust
he offered, wanting to heighten his arousal and drive him as wild as he did
her.

“Cambrie. Oh,
baby. You are my dream.”

Mist circled
them in wisps of rose and vanilla scents from the oval soap in the soap dish.
Until Miller, she would’ve had a hard time believing this kind of loving
existed outside of romance novels, but she had found it. Or rather, it had
found her. Oh, God, Miller was corrupting her normal good habits.

Miller sped
up his hips until they pumped into her with a steady force, increasing the
spasms deep within her core. All the sensations swarmed into one. With her hips
grinding into his, the movement allowed her to crush her clit into his pelvis,
each connection sending throbbing spasms humming deep inside her core.

The orgasm
built quickly, the dull aches deep within her pussy grew at an uncontrolled
pace. Soon she clawed at his head to hold on, fearful of collapsing from the
powerful waves of pleasure consuming her.

She screamed,
unable to contain her emotions. “Miller! Yes. I’m there. I’m coming! Fuck me
harder. Oh, yes!”

The swiftness
of his thrusts increased, amplifying her pleasure. With his cock buried deep
inside her pussy and her ass tingling from his finger’s earlier attention,
Cambrie allowed the orgasm to sweep over her, to take her under its control.
Soon her pussy rippled with wave after wave of pleasure, each spasm stronger than
the one before it.

“Cambrie!”
Miller yelled, before burying his face into the curve of her neck.

Water sluiced
over their joined bodies, until Miller regained his composure, slipped his
softening cock from her wetness, and stood her on her feet. With her pussy
still humming, Cambrie stood quietly under the water. Miller stepped out to
dispose of the condom before re-joining Cambrie under the showerhead.

“I’ve got to
hurry. Work,” she said, rinsing shampoo from her hair.

Of course
he’d understand being accountable and on time. He soaped her body using her
fluffy sponge with an impressive efficiency. She admitted she could get used to
this kind of treatment. But her head warned her to be cautious. They came from
two different worlds and lived totally different lives.

Still, with
bubbles slicking her skin and a sexy man standing in front of her, Cambrie gave
in to the moment and enjoyed the shower until the water cooled and forced an
end to their playing.

He helped her
from the tub and wrapped a large towel around her before flinging one around
his hips.

“For the
record, I’ve never done that,” Miller said matter-of-factly.

Wiping her
skin dry, she stared up. “Done what?”

“Made love in
the shower. Never had someone that interested me enough to bother.” He tweaked
her nose. “Until now.”

****

Once at work,
Cambrie discovered it was impossible to concentrate. Her usual dedication
warred with daydreaming of Miller. But she had managed to get some things done
while the morning dragged by. Her most important project had been to set up an
email account for Greg on the library’s computer network. Now he’d be able to
email Miller when he left again.

She sighed,
not wanting to think about having to say goodbye to Miller. Memories surfaced
throughout the morning to keep her smiling and floating on air. Every time she
thought of Miller’s hands or his kisses on her body, her cheeks warmed and her
heart fluttered, not to mention she had creamed her panties after one
enchanting remembrance.

Sorting
the papers on her desk, she bundled a group of envelopes with a thick
rubberband and tucked them into her briefcase to bring home to Miller. The Teen
Reader Group had done a wonderful job writing the correspondence as part of
their support for the grant. But since Miller had surprised her with his visit,
then she no longer needed to mail them. She made a mental note to hand them to
him when she got home.

Mrs. Ginnity
walked in the front door with two other women, all dressed in skirts and heels
and each carrying two shopping bags. “My goodness, Cambrie. Just look at all
these donations for your military man.”

“Wow,”
Cambrie said, pleased at the overflowing bags. “Where did those come from?”

Mrs. Ginnity
stopped in front of the checkout desk where Cambrie stood dutifully awaiting
customers. “From our bridge group last night. The ladies thought it’d be a
great idea to collect them at our weekly game night. I’ll put them in the back.
Follow me, ladies.” The other women followed Mrs. Ginnity and they disappeared
into the volunteer’s office.

When they
returned, Mrs. Ginnity waved goodbye to her friends.

“Thank you
very much,” Cambrie called out after them.

“Now I’m sure
you’re up to your eyeballs with work, Cambrie,” Mrs. Ginnity began. “So would
you like a break to go hide in your office for a bit and work without the
constant interruptions?”

The woman was
an angel. “That would be super, Mrs. Ginnity. Just holler if it gets too busy
or if Mr. Hackler needs me.”

The older
woman just waved her hand in the air. “Not to worry. I have it all under control.
And Mr. Hackler needs to get through me to interrupt you. Now scoot and let me
get to work here.”

Cambrie swore
she saw a twinkle in Mrs. Ginnity’s eyes at the mention of Mr. Hackler. Really?
Could the woman be attracted to the stuffy old man? Would explain all the hours
she was willing to volunteer at the library lately and why she liked to watch
the front desk that Hackler walked by to get to any other part of the library.
Cambrie smirked. What a pair they’d make!

Once in her
office, she shut the door and logged onto her computer. Remembering all of
Miller’s sexy emails warmed her heart. She missed that communication and the
excitement of logging on and finding an email from him. But she was happier
with him here in Maddyville at her apartment.

Okay, time to
get back to work and stop daydreaming. Mr. Hackler had given her specific
orders to prepare a detailed summary of her efforts to secure the grant to
share with the library’s Board of Directors. She blushed—if he only knew what
she had done with her pen pal.

Time passed
as she became so engrossed in writing her report that she didn’t pay attention.
A knock on her office door broke her concentration.

“Come in,”
she said, looking up from the computer screen.

When Miller’s
tall, muscular frame slipped through the door, Cambrie’s heart did somersaults.
“Hey, there,” he offered, his casual tone hinted of enthusiasm.

“Wow. This is
a pleasant surprise,” she said, remaining seated for fear of running and
jumping into his arms.

He shut the
door behind him, sauntered to her seat, leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on
her lips, hovering long enough to make her crave more, and then sat on the
corner of her desk, resting his jacket to the side. “Let me steal you away for
lunch.”

Now wasn’t
that the best offer she’d ever had? Smiling couldn’t be helped as she looked
up. “That’s sounds wonderful. Wait a minute. How did you get here? Oh, my God.
How rude of me? I didn’t leave you with a way to get around.”

“Well, ma’am.
The last time I looked, I had two good feet, but that’s not how I got here. I
rode my motorcycle. Can’t wait to take you for a spin and have your sexy little
body cling to me while the wind whips around us.”

Of course a
man like him would own a motorcycle. Probably had an army tank, too. “Miller,
I’m wearing a skirt. I can’t possibly ride on a motorcycle.”