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“Just your music collection. Was Europe’s Greatest Hits also a joke from Quinn?” She tee-heed like a wee girl, which made me smile.

“What do you think?” I reached for the showerhead. “Tip your hair over.” As she bent over the tub, I tried to keep my thoughts clean, but they somehow infiltrated my next words, anyway. “You know better than to look through my stuff. I’m still not over you finding that dirty magazine under my bed when you were fifteen.”

Cameron cackled, the sound echoing off the ceramic tub. “You were so mad at me!”

“I didn’t know how to explain it.” I chuckled as I tested the temperature of the water.

“You didn’t need to explain it. I knew exactly what it was. I was just so confused why every girl in it had a big juicy arse.” She snort-laughed.

I gave a bark of laughter, shaking my head. “Do you want me to explain it to you now?”

“No!” She flicked the spray of water at me. “I think I’ve figured that one out for myself. It gave me a complex about my arse, though, so thank you very much for that.”

Bracing my free hand on the rim of the bathtub so she was encircled by me, I bent my head to her ear and murmured, “You have the most perfect arse, Cameron McQuarrie, and I’ve imagined doing some very bad things to it.”

Her breath hitched. She shifted her head ever so slightly to look in my eyes, and I recognized the low-lidded expression. She was turned on. But I guess she had more willpower than me. “Get your mind off my arse and wash my hair, Forde Dallas.”

I grinned at her bossiness. “Aye, ma’am. Right away, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched before she bent her neck again. Tumbles of blond hair cascaded toward the bottom of the tub, and I imagined fisting that hair while I fucked her on her hands and knees.

My dick hardened, pressing almost painfully against my jeans zipper. With a self-directed sigh of frustration, I leaned over to wet her hair.

“Um … are you hard right now?”

Shit. I jerked my hips away from her back. “Sorry. Fuck.”

“It’s fine.” Her voice was strangled.

Feeling like an abashed teenager, I offered, “I get hard around you. Can’t help it. But I can leave if it’s making you uncomfortable.”

Her reply was muffled, but I heard the “No, it’s fine” and saw the shake of her head.

This time, I tried to keep my crotch away from her as I wet her hair. Grabbing the shampoo, I lathered a generous drop between my hands before rubbing it into her scalp. I got my hair cut at the only salon on the island because there was no separate barber shop and they massaged my head when they washed my hair. It felt fucking great. Mimicking what they did, I leaned into Cameron, forgetting my body’s reaction to her, and massaged her scalp with a gentle firmness.

She let out a long, husky groan that shot straight to my dick, but I didn’t stop.

By the time I’d rinsed her hair and moved on to doing the same thing with the conditioner, the air between us was thick with sexual tension.

“All done,” I finally announced. And if my erection hadn’t already, the gruffness in my voice made my feelings very fucking obvious.

I grabbed a towel and gathered Cameron’s long hair into it, drying the ends before I helped her sit up. She took the towel from me, her stunning eyes washing over my face as she rolled her neck from side to side.

When her gaze dipped to my crotch and her lids lowered over her eyes again, a telltale flush cresting her cheeks, I felt something snap inside me. “Baby⁠—”

A shrill ringing cut through the room, jolting us both out of the strained moment. “Shit.” Cameron turned, reaching for her phone that was vibrating on top of the toilet lid.

“Here, let me.” I grabbed it to hand it to her and frowned at the sight of Torin Montrose’s name on the screen.

Cameron took the phone. “It’s work. I need to take it.”

I nodded, trying not to feel too disappointed as Cameron answered her mobile. A glance down at my slightly damp chest reminded me I was half-naked and not ready to talk about my latest tattoo. “I’ll just …” I hurried out of the bathroom and into my room.

Strung so taut I was on edge, I growled down at my uncooperative dick. “Get it together, you fucking teenager.”

I didn’t know how much longer Cameron and I could exist under the same roof without the sexual tension blowing up in our faces.

28. Cameron