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James had acted cold and aloof, and he’d hurt her before… badly. But in spite of all that, deep down, Cami trusted him. It made no sense, and she couldn’t explain it if she tried. But it was true. He wasn’t dangerous in the way Madison meant. “I trust him.”

“Then get your happy, naked ass out there, and get an orgasm or two or three! And then, I want all the dirty details tomorrow. Lord knows, the only penis in my future is the one I’m diapering.”

Cami laughed. “You’re certifiable. Besides, I’m not sure he’s interested.”

“There’s only one way to find out.” Jax let out a loud burble of laughter, and Madison yelped. “I’ve got to go. This little nugget just nailed me with his giant head. Call me in the morning.”

After ending the call, Cami stepped into the shower already steaming up the bathroom. As she lathered her hair, she thought about what Madison had said. She hadn’t had an orgasm without battery assistance in so long, Cami couldn’t deny that a one-night stand with someone she knew wouldn’t leave her tied up in a closet was tempting. Plus… it was James.

Her breasts tightened as she imagined slipping his pristine dress shirt off his shoulders and exploring what had felt like impressive muscles underneath. An arrow of lust slammed through her.

She shook her head. This was ridiculous. What was she going to do? Walk out there, drop her towel, and say “take me.” Cami snorted, turned off the water, and squeezed the excess water out of her hair. But when she reached for the still wet underwear, she hesitated.

Why not? She’d drop some clues, and if James picked up on them, great. If not, she wouldn’t be so overt that she couldn’t walk away with her dignity intact.

Tonight might be her only chance.

CHAPTER FIVE

After Cami disappeared into the guest bedroom, James retreated to his own room and tried not to picture what was happening on the other side of the hall. Cami peeling off that red dress. Naked in the shower. Suds running over her breasts. Her nipples peeking through the bubbles as they slid down her body and between her legs. James hardened painfully. He prided himself on his control, and it was infuriating that she was still the only person who could make him lose it.

James hung up his suit and put his watch in its designated spot in the case on the dresser. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a black T-shirt, he scanned the room. His breath came easier. Everything was in its place. Everything was fine.

However, when James returned to the living room, Cami still hadn’t reappeared. He poured himself a glass of water, but at the last second, he grabbed the bottle of scotch he kept in the cabinet and poured a finger into the glass.

What is she doing in there? Is she planning to wait in the bathroom until her dress dries?

He ignored the stab of disappointment, assuring himself that it would be easier if they didn’t have to make small talk.

I don’t want to talk to her.

His brain froze as Cami emerged from the hallway dressed in a fluffy white robe, her dark hair hanging wet over her shoulders. His heart pounded against his ribs.

Perfection.

But then she always has been.

The hotel robe was far too big on her, and Cami held it up to walk, giving him a glimpse of pink toenails as she padded across to stand in front of him. She gave him a tiny nervous smile, and all the air was sucked from the room. It felt intimate. Erotic.

“Can I get one of those?” She nodded at his glass.

James did his best not to stare at the smooth skin of her collarbone exposed in the V of the terry cloth. He poured a measure of scotch into a glass, careful not to brush her fingers when he handed it to her. The robe gaped a bit as she took the drink, revealing even more gorgeous skin.

Fuck! Is she naked under the robe?

He swallowed hard. Cami dropped onto the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her, and swiftly tugged the robe over her knees, hiding a tantalizing glimpse of round thigh.

James took a seat on the opposite sofa, hoping the physical barrier of the coffee table between them would remind him to keep his distance.

Physical and mental.

It didn’t.

Her skin was flushed from the hot shower, and he ached to touch it. To see if it felt as hot as his own body burned.

“You didn’t come to our ten-year reunion.”

James’s brows knit as he tore himself out of the fantasy. “You went?”