My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 135: Cammy’s Dangerous Plan (4)

Greg moved swiftly, yanking Cammy back onto the bed with a firm grip, making her giggle as she landed against the plush mattress.

"Greg," she chided breathlessly, trying—and failing—to push him away. "We should go. It’s getting late. I told Debbie we wouldn’t take long."

Her words barely made it past her lips before Greg silenced her with a single touch. His index finger pressed gently against her mouth, his dark eyes locked onto hers with pure, unfiltered hunger.

"Shh... Let her wait." His voice was low, commanding. Dangerous. "You may be the boss here, but I am your boss. And I haven’t had my fill yet." His lips curled into a wicked smirk. "I want more."

Without waiting for permission, he trailed his hands down her thighs, his touch featherlight but possessive. He pushed her left knee aside, parting her legs effortlessly, making room for himself.

And then she felt it.

Hard. Heavy. Pressing against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched. Her pulse stuttered.

"Oh my God," she gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "You’re hard again."

Greg let out a low chuckle, his cock twitching against her heated flesh.

"Yes, love. Always at your service." His voice dripped with amusement, but beneath it was something darker. Something insatiable. "Just one more," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. "And I swear, we’ll go. Alright?"

Cammy bit her lip, pretending to consider it, though she already knew she was lost in him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.

"Just one more," she echoed with a teasing smile. "The last one, then we leave. Promise?"

Greg chuckled darkly, as if he could sense her doubt. His lips brushed against hers in a fleeting kiss before he whispered, "One more... with me coming deep inside you. Deal?"

Her body responded before her mind could. A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips as she leaned into him, pressing her lips against his ear.

"You’re enjoying this," she whispered seductively. "Thank you for helping me. Now let’s make it even more infuriating for Duncan."

Greg groaned, his grip on her tightening.

"Anything for you, babe," he murmured, before sealing their unholy agreement with a bruising kiss.

Greg’s lips crashed against hers with a raw, consuming hunger, stealing her breath until she was left dizzy, lightheaded, desperate. Just when she thought she might slip into unconsciousness from the sheer lack of oxygen, he finally pulled away, leaving her gasping, her lips tingling, her body burning.

But he didn’t stop.

His mouth trailed down her jaw, his heated breath ghosting over her skin as he found the sensitive curve of her neck. He kissed, licked, then dragged his lips back up, teasing, savoring, claiming. When he reached her ear, he caught her lobe between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her shudder before he whispered, his voice dark and possessive.

"If I could have you like this all day, I would. Every hour. Every second. You’re fucking irresistible, Cammy. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. You’re an addiction, maybe even an obsession." His voice turned rougher, deeper. "I want you every damn moment."

His words sent a sinful shiver down her spine, the confession slicing straight through her, setting her on fire. The way he spoke, as if he needed her more than air itself, made her heart race. Her desire spiraled beyond control.

Her fingers curled into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. "I want to do this all day with you too, Greg. I am addicted to you as well," she breathed, her voice trembling with want. "I want you inside me... constantly."

The moment the words left her lips, she blushed, her body betraying her, heat flooding her cheeks.

Greg caught the shift instantly, his smirk turning devilish. He tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "No need to be shy now, love," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her lips. "We don’t even need words. Our bodies have already told the truth."

And then, without warning, he pushed inside her in one deep, possessive thrust, stealing her breath all over again.

The sudden, forceful intrusion knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her gasping. But Greg didn’t give her a moment to recover—his mouth crashed onto hers, his tongue claiming her in a deep, devouring kiss, swallowing every sound that threatened to escape her lips.

This time, he took his time with her, savoring every inch, every reaction. He pulled out slowly, torturously, before driving back in, deeper, harder. Each thrust was calculated, every movement measured.

And every time he filled her again, he captured her lips—sucking, biting, devouring—until she had no choice but to claw at his back, her nails raking down his skin in a desperate attempt to ground herself.

"Fuck... ahh... Greg..." Her voice trembled, barely holding onto coherence. "You’re... hitting the right spot... I’m gonna come again..."

His deep chuckle sent shivers coursing through her. "That fast, Babe? I love it..."

And then, with agonizing precision, he pushed in slow, impossibly deep. Her head flew back, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as her fingers dug into the sheets.

"Is this it?" he murmured darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "Right here?" he questioned as if not knowing what he was doing when he knew exactly where to hit her right to make her lose her mind.

Before she could answer, he rolled his hips in a slow, circular motion, grinding against her, dragging out every ounce of pleasure like a cruel tormentor.

Her scream echoed off the walls. "FUCKKK! YES! AHH! That’s so right! Greggg..." Her voice broke, her body trembling violently beneath him. She was unraveling, losing herself completely.

His smirk was wicked as he whispered, "Then give it to me, love. Press down. Squeeze me hard... Hold it for as long as you can."

She obeyed instantly, tightening around him, gripping him so tightly he groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as his control began to slip.