Chapter 164: Surrender
Cammy pressed her bare back against the cold tiled wall, her breath hitching as she lifted a hand, palm out. "Greg... don’t," she warned, though her voice lacked conviction.
Greg smirked, his eyes dark with mischief and desire. "What’s wrong, Cammy? Are you afraid of me now?" he teased, taking a slow, deliberate step closer.
Her heart pounded, her body betraying her despite her brain screaming at her to run. "We have work tomorrow. It’s already late. If you come any closer... you know this won’t end well," she tried to reason, though the shaky breath she took gave her away.
Greg cocked his head, amusement flickering across his face. "And what if I want it to end badly?" His voice dropped, husky, tempting. "I need a shower too, you know. Might as well save water." He reached for the glass shower door and slid it open effortlessly.
Cammy’s mind screamed, ’Oh no’, but her body... her traitorous, heated body had other plans.
She stood frozen as Greg started undressing, her eyes betraying her as they followed his every move. The moment he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted torso, her throat went dry. Then came the slow unzipping of his pants, the sound deafening in the thick silence between them. And when he shoved them down, freeing the beast he had been restraining—
Cammy sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers gripping the slick tiles behind her. She had been so busy staring at him that she hadn’t even noticed him watching her just as intently.
Greg caught her staring and chuckled darkly. "You like what you see?" His voice was pure sin, sending shivers down her spine.
She snapped her gaze back up to his face, her throat working as she swallowed hard. Words failed her.