Soul Sweet (18 page)

“That was so good.” Misha sighed, too sated to move.

“It was better than good.” Cameron skated his fingers up along her thigh.

“So, was having sex on this yacht one of the scenarios you had in mind?”

Cameron chuckled. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Misha turned on her side to look at him. “What did we leave out?”

“Well, I envisioned taking you while you held onto the wheel.”

Misha shook her head in mock disapproval. “You have a vivid imagination, don’t you?”

Cameron smoothed his hand over her mussed hair. “So do you.” He pressed his thumb to her forehead. “You’re picturing it now, aren’t you?”

She was. It was all too easy to imagine every deep thrust, pushing her over the edge of bliss as she clung to the wheel. “I am. Have you ever done that before?”

“Nope. Have you?”

Misha tugged his earlobe. “You know I haven’t. Having sex on a boat
anywhere
is a first for me.”

“I like being a part of you discovering new experiences.”

“You’ve been a part of a few.”

Cameron gave her a quizzical look. “I have?”

She nodded and giggled when he reached over to squeeze her ass.

“I know I was the first to touch you here. What else?”

“You are the first man to kiss me on a yacht. You’re also the first um…white guy I’ve ever been with.”

“You say that like it’s a big deal.” Cameron stroked her hip.

“It’s not a big deal to me, but it’s something different, something I’d never expected.”

“Likewise. Would it be a problem for your family?”

Misha shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d like to say no. I love my parents, but who I love, take to bed is ultimately my business. What about you? Let’s say you brought me as your plus one to some family function, how do you think your family would react?”

Cameron laughed. “Like you, I’d like to say they wouldn’t react at all. At this point, I think they’d be thrilled to see me dating again.”

Misha nodded, trying not to think about how much she wished they’d moved past just being lovers to officially dating. Her stomach clenched at the realisation. What was she doing here with him? Opening up to him, letting herself fall more and more for him each time they were together?

“Misha?”

She blinked, focused her gaze back on Cameron. “What?”

“You seemed far away just then. What were you thinking?”

She couldn’t tell him, didn’t want to make things between them awkward or strained just because she wanted more.

More what exactly?

“Mish?”

Misha lifted her face to kiss him, her heart somersaulting with emotions she wanted to ignore. “Earlier, when you were talking about your dad, it sounded like you felt he wasn’t pleased with your accomplishments. Is that how you feel?”

Some of the light in Cameron’s eyes faded.

“My father has never understood what drives me to do what I do. He’s a businessman.”

“And so are you.”

“True, but he doesn’t see it the same way. It’s either all or nothing with him. He wanted to bring me into the family business, groom me to take over the reins. I knew when I was in high school it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life.”

“Good for you for going your own way. I know that decision couldn’t have been easy.”

Cameron nodded. “It wasn’t, isn’t now sometimes even, but I know I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to. Olie, God bless him, takes the brunt of our dad’s frustrations when it comes to the business.”

“Olie’s your friend?”

Cameron smiled. “Oliver is my younger brother. Don’t let him hear you call him Olie. He always wanted to shake the nickname.”

Misha giggled. “It’s cute.”

“You could get away with calling him that. He never complains when a beautiful woman does.”

“Did Oliver want to be a part of the family business?”

“Yup. It’s funny. I knew from a young age it wasn’t for me and he knew it was. He’s always supported me in my endeavours, though. I appreciate that.” Cameron closed his eyes for a brief moment. “Just once, it would be gratifying to know my father was proud of what I have accomplished on my own.”

He looked at her and she sensed he was surprised by his own admission to her. His vulnerability and strength touched her soul and Misha knew she’d never be the same without him. She didn’t waste her breath on polite platitudes about how he could be sure his dad was proud, deciding instead to show him she empathised with his deep desire to know that for himself.

Without a word, she moved on top of him, kissing his lips slowly, alternating between nipping at them before she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She moaned when his arms wrapped around her, loving the feel of his naked body beneath hers. Cameron slipped his hands down to her ass and she delighted in the feel of his cock thickening under her. “Again?”

He gave her a sheepish grin that officially made him the hottest man she’d ever seen. “What can I say? You’re like a drug.”

“You need another chocolate fix?” Misha shifted her hand between them and took hold of his cock.

“I do. I think you’ve ruined me for craving anything else.”

She lifted off his lap to rub the head of his dick up and down her pussy lips. “Oh, I have.” Misha held his gaze while slowly guiding him back into her slick pussy. She undulated her hips, in heaven with the wicked sensations bombarding her from the tight, deep fit. Cameron took her breasts into his hands and her breath hitched when he played with her nipples. She placed her palms on his chest and rode him a little faster, gasping when her pleasure arced.

Closing her eyes, she savoured the feeling of him inside her. She’d never felt this connected during sex, this alive. Misha opened her eyes when she heard Cameron’s groan of delight. He was looking at her, watching her enjoy him. “Cameron…”

He answered her by tugging on her nipples, eliciting a tiny whimper from her as she slowed to a stop on top of him. “We forgot protection,” Cameron ground out and Misha groaned, knowing she’d truly crossed over into the crazy town of burgeoning love. “Fuck, you feel so sweet wrapped around my dick.”

She wanted to say ‘Just a few more strokes like this, please’, but started to get up off him instead. Cameron gripped her hips, letting her know he wanted her to stay right where she was too. “Let’s go to the wheel.” Misha wriggled on his lap and smiled as Cameron groaned again. “I don’t want to leave here without making our dirty fantasy a reality.”

“Are you sure?”

Misha nodded, returning his mischievous smile. “Oh, yes.” She shifted her weight and pulled herself up off his cock with a small moan.

Cameron got up and quickly stepped into his chinos before grabbing his shirt and coming to her side. “Just in case someone was to pass by,” he said after helping her into it.

Misha looked down at his shirt and buttoned one button. “I didn’t think you’d care about being spotted.” She stuck her hand down the front of his unbuttoned pants as she kissed him and stroked his hard cock, still moist from her juices.

“I don’t, but I know you do.” Cameron groaned. “Keep touching me like that and I’m going to say to hell with my fantasy.”

She giggled as she took her hand out of his pants. He led her to the bridge and she admired the illuminated space on the way. Misha nodded appreciatively when he sat down in the captain’s chair, legs spread wide with his thick cock visible. “You look damn good in that seat.”

Cameron patted his thigh. “Join me.”

Misha went over to him, gingerly got on top of his lap and moaned when Cameron brought his hands up to fondle her breasts beneath his shirt. She ran her hand down his chest, adoring the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

“Thank you.” Cameron wrapped his arms around her and she could feel him inhale her scent as his lips brushed against her collarbone.

“For what?” Misha reached into his pocket and her fingers touched another foil package. She wriggled on his lap when he released his hold on her to nuzzle his face between her breasts.

“For making my fantasy come true.”

Misha took the condom out. She ripped it open with her teeth and proceeded to sheath him. “Hasn’t happened yet, Captain.” She squeezed his cock, lifted up slightly and positioned the head of his dick right at the entrance of her pussy. She slid down, inhaling sharply as she slowly took him in. His groan of pleasure when she was finally fully seated on his cock made her even wetter. “Now”—her voice wobbled and blissful sensations hardened her nipples—“you can thank me.”

Cameron responded by bucking his hips upward. He moved his hands down to her hips, enjoying the feel of her curves and her soft breathy moans as she settled into a seductively sweet rhythm. He gazed into her passion-glazed brown eyes, enthralled by her beauty, how much he loved being with her…
in
her. Every rock of Misha’s hips brought him closer to the edge. “Ride me, Misha. Ride me hard.”

“Don’t you want to fulfill your naughty fantasy?”

“What?” Cameron hissed in a breath when Misha playful rocked on his lap.

“Didn’t the scenario you envisioned of taking me on this boat involve the wheel?”

Cameron managed a grin as the walls of her warm pussy tightened around his cock. “I almost forgot.”

Misha got up and Cameron drew in a sharp breath as the cool air teased his slick dick. He watched Misha as she turned her back to him and straddled his lap again. She flashed him a seductive smile over her shoulder as she took hold of his cock, guided it back inside her and leant forward. She had to stretch in order to take hold of the wheel while he pushed his hand under the shirt she was wearing to caress her back. Her shivers of bliss aroused him as much as the sight of her rounded ass moving up and down on his lap.

Cameron swore when Misha began riding him harder, increasing her pace until she was mewling uncontrollably with ecstasy. He slipped his hands beneath her ass, helping her take him deeper and faster. He was certain he’d never seen anything more erotic than Misha on top of him then she cried out. Cameron wrapped his arms around when her movements became disjointed, anchoring her through every tremor of ecstasy tearing through her body. He put more power into his thrusts, jetting his hips upward, giving in with a hoarse groan to the release he’d been holding back since she’d first sat down on his cock.

For a few minutes, Cameron closed his eyes, relishing the afterglow of his exquisite climax. He held Misha close when she let go of the wheel and fell back against him with a ragged sigh. He pressed his lips against her cheek. “You okay?”

“This doesn’t seem real.”

Cameron embraced her tighter. “It is.”

Misha shuddered as she slowly rose up off his lap. Cameron got up behind her and scooped her up, smiling as she yelped. He carried her back to the bed and deposited her on the crumpled comforter as she giggled.

“Are you ready for your first boat shower?”

“Is it different from a regular one?”

Cameron shrugged. “Not much, but we’ll need to conserve water.”

“Is there room for two?”

“It’ll be tight.”

Misha smiled. “Perfect.”

* * * *

Cameron unlocked the door to his hotel room, ready to crash for a few hours before the taping of the finale. He tossed his wallet on the bed and smiled as he thought about how wonderful it had been to wake up next to Misha on the yacht.

Definitely something I could get used to.

Being around Misha in general was something he wanted to get used to. There never seemed to be enough time for them. He was greedy. He wanted long periods of uninterrupted moments with her.

How much more do you need?

Cameron took off his coat, ran his hand through his hair, frustrated that he didn’t have an answer to his own question. His cell chimed in his jeans pocket, distracting him from thinking about it any further. He dug in his pocket, lifted the device to see who was calling, but didn’t recognise the local number. “Cameron Banner.”

“Hey, Cameron, it’s Shawn Rill.”

Cameron paused, surprised to be getting a call from the executive producer of
Celeb Chef
. “Hello, Shawn.”

“Cameron, I have another meeting to go to, so I’ll just cut to the heart of it. Are you dating Misha Ryan?”

“Excuse me?”

“Vivian’s appearance on the daytime talk show has sparked some bad press. There are rumours of favouritism on your part because of your alleged relationship with Chef Ryan.”

“That’s absurd.”

Shawn snorted. “It’s absolutely absurd if it’s not the truth. It isn’t, right?”

Fuck.

“Cameron? I don’t want this thing to come back and bite us all in the ass.
Celeb Chef
has managed to avoid all those nasty tabloid stories involving the contestants and the judges. I’d like to see that record maintained.”

“I understand.”

“Good. There isn’t an expressed rule in the
Celeb Chef
regulations concerning this issue, but I’m thinking now that was a mistake and I’ve noticed you haven’t outright denied anything going on between you and Misha, which I’ve gotta say is troubling. Please tell me we aren’t going to get slammed with elicit photos of the two of you cavorting around Emerald City.”

“There are no elicit photos.”

“Great. But there
is
something going on between you two, isn’t there?”

Cameron walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the city below. “Look, Shawn, no rules have been broken and there are no elicit photos to worry about. The show is in the clear.”

“Maybe, but I don’t think the rumours about you and Chef Ryan are going to go away. I think the best way for you to squash any gossip would be for you to vote for Jackson in the finale.”

“Let’s be clear, you want me to sway my vote in Jackson’s favour regardless of who does the best?”

“Cameron, we’d like to have you back as a judge for the next two seasons of
Celeb Chef
.”

“Wow. I don’t know what to say.” Cameron kept his voice cool as several expletives came to mind.

Shawn laughed. “Say you’ll think about taking this multi-million dollar deal. Cameron, it’s yours. Just make sure Jackson wins tonight.”