His Best Friend

Chapter One: His Best Friend

Naomi hadn't expected Cam to be so... normal.

When Josh first told her his best friend would be crashing in the guest room for a couple weeks, she pictured someone loud, reckless, maybe a little arrogant. Not that she said anything--she trusted Josh. If he said Cam was like a brother, then she could handle being polite.

But when she opened the front door that Friday afternoon and saw him standing there in a plain black T-shirt, gym bag over one shoulder, easy smile on his face--she froze a little.

He wasn't what she expected. He wasn't loud at all.

He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Tan like he spent more time outside than most people did in a year. His smile wasn't cocky--it was quiet. Like he knew something funny he didn't feel like sharing yet. His eyes met hers without hesitation.

"You must be Naomi," he said. His voice was deep, calm. "Josh wasn't kidding."

She blinked. "Kidding about what?"

Cam just smiled, lifting his bag again. "That you're beautiful."

She opened her mouth to respond, but Josh came flying down the stairs, yelling his name and tackling him into a bear hug before she could say anything else.

---

Cam settled in easily. Almost too easily.

He was respectful. Neat. Helpful around the house. He always asked before grabbing anything from the fridge, offered to cook a few times, and even did the dishes when Josh forgot. Naomi couldn't help but like him. He was funny in a quiet, dry way, and unlike most of Josh's friends, he didn't talk over her or make her feel like she was "the girlfriend."

But something shifted in the second week. Small things. A glance held too long. A pause in conversation when their hands brushed. A moment of silence that hung between them just a little too long.

And always--always--they'd both look away.

She was loyal. She loved Josh. She reminded herself of that constantly. It wasn't like Cam was doing anything wrong. If anything, she felt worse, because it wasn't him making her nervous--it was her own thoughts. Her own skin flushing when Cam walked out of the shower with damp hair and a towel around his neck.

She'd retreat to her room and sit on the bed with her heart pounding for no reason.

---

One night, Josh was running late from work. Naomi sat on the living room floor, folding laundry while the TV buzzed in the background. Cam walked in from a run, his shirt clinging to his chest with sweat. He went straight to the fridge for water, then leaned on the counter, breathing hard.

"You always this productive?" he asked, nodding at the laundry.

She smirked. "Only when I'm avoiding emails."

He took a sip. "Wish my ex had been half as organized. I came home to piles of laundry and emotional terrorism."

Naomi laughed before she could stop herself. "Jesus."

He shrugged. "I have a gift for falling for chaos."

She looked down at the T-shirt she was folding. Josh's.

"This doesn't feel like chaos," Cam added softly.

Naomi looked up. Their eyes met. Something passed between them--unspoken. A current. A shift.

She looked away quickly. "You want a drink? Like, not water?"

Cam hesitated. Then smiled. "Yeah. Sure."

---

They sat on the back porch with cheap wine and a bowl of chips between them, the summer air thick and warm. Naomi kept trying to steer the conversation toward safe topics--college stories, movies, Josh's weird habits. But every now and then, a silence would fall. And neither of them filled it.

"I know what this looks like," Cam said quietly, after one of those silences.

She glanced at him. "What does it look like?"

He didn't answer right away. Just looked out at the sky.

"I'd never do anything to screw things up for Josh. Never."

Naomi swallowed. "Me neither."

Cam nodded once. "Okay. Just... wanted that said."

She smiled, heart pounding. "Thanks. For saying it."

And that should have been it.

But the tension didn't go away.

---

Chapter Two: Tequila and Trouble

"You're both way too dressed for a bar this crappy," Naomi said, eyeing Josh and Cam as they stood in the mirror behind her. "What are you trying to impress? The jukebox?"

Cam grinned and adjusted the collar of his black button-up. "If I'm going to drink bottom-shelf tequila, I'm at least going to look hot doing it."

Josh snorted. "You're just mad Naomi looks better than both of us combined."

"Facts," Cam said, tossing her a playful wink.

Naomi rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse. "You guys are the most self-absorbed pair of best friends I've ever seen."

"Jealous?" Josh teased, slipping his arm around her waist.

"Deeply," she deadpanned, but she was smiling.

---

The bar was loud, sweaty, and packed with energy. The kind of place that smelled like lime wedges and mistakes. Naomi loved it.

They got a booth near the back, half-squeezed together, half-yelling over the music. Josh ordered shots--his idea of a good time was getting her just tipsy enough to start dancing like she forgot anyone was watching.

Cam watched them with an amused smile, sipping his beer and making snarky commentary between drinks.

"You guys are disgustingly cute," he said, watching Naomi tug at Josh's collar while he whispered something into her ear.

"Don't act like you're not entertained," Naomi shot back, grinning.

"Oh, I am," Cam replied. "It's like reality TV, but with better hair."

Josh raised a glass. "To old friends, hot girlfriends, and poor decisions."

They clinked glasses. Naomi coughed through her tequila shot and Cam reached over to hand her a lime slice, his fingers brushing hers for just a second too long.

"Still a lightweight, huh?" he said with a soft smile.

"Still smug as hell," she replied, trying not to notice how close he was sitting.

---

Later, after two rounds and a bad round of darts, they ended up on the dance floor. Josh pulled Naomi close, his hands firm on her hips, his breath warm against her cheek.

"You having fun?" he asked, lips brushing her ear.

"Mmm. Depends. Who's the guy behind me watching us like we're a music video?"

Josh chuckled. "Cam's just bitter no one's dancing with him."

Naomi turned her head slightly, catching Cam's eye across the dance floor. He was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, a lazy smile playing on his lips. When he saw her looking, he lifted a brow.

She smirked and turned back to Josh. "He'll live."

"You always get like this when you drink," Josh murmured, kissing her jaw. "Confident. Bold."

Naomi slid her arms around his neck. "That's funny. I was just thinking the same about you."

Josh kissed her then, slow and warm and firm, like they had nowhere else to be. When they pulled back, Naomi glanced over Josh's shoulder--just once. Cam had turned away. Talking to a girl now. Laughing at something she said.

The rest of the night blurred with music and laughter and more drinks. Cam joined them again. They joked about their college disasters, Cam mocked Josh's old haircut, Naomi shared embarrassing stories about her first crush, and they all laughed like they'd known each other for years.

At one point, Cam slid into the booth beside her while Josh was at the bar. Their thighs touched for just a second. Naomi started to shift away, but he didn't move either.

"You're fun when you're relaxed," he said quietly.

She arched a brow. "I'm always relaxed."

He tilted his head, smiling. "Mmm. Not around me, though."

Naomi looked at him--really looked. For a second, it felt like the noise of the bar faded.

She opened her mouth to answer, but Josh reappeared, dropping three shots on the table.

"Let's get out of here," he grinned. "Before Naomi gets me arrested."

---

The ride home was warm and buzzing. Naomi leaned against Josh in the back of the Uber, his hand on her thigh. Cam sat up front, texting someone, music low. The whole car hummed with quiet satisfaction.

When they got back, Cam clapped Josh on the back, murmured something about watching a movie on the couch, and disappeared down the hall.

Josh closed the door to their bedroom behind them and pulled her into his arms immediately.

"I love when you let loose," he said, backing her toward the bed.

"You like it when I flirt with your best friend, huh?" she teased, kissing him softly.

Josh smirked. "Only because I know who you're coming home with."

They undressed slowly, comfortably, the way people do when they've been together long enough to know every curve, every sigh. Naomi climbed on top of him, hands braced on his chest, moving with the rhythm of the night still in her blood.

Josh whispered her name. Told her how beautiful she was. And she smiled, meaning it. She loved him.

But somewhere, in the back of her mind--just for a moment--Cam's smirk flickered like a spark in the dark.

She shook it away. Focused on the man beneath her. The man she loved.

The one she'd never hurt.

Right?

---

Chapter Three: The Line Between

Josh was gone for the day--off at a job site two towns over, something about a last-minute equipment pickup that meant he wouldn't be home until after midnight. Naomi hadn't planned to do anything special. Maybe laundry. Maybe a face mask. Cam was around somewhere, probably working out or watching whatever violent sports documentary he had going lately.

She wandered into the living room wearing one of Josh's old shirts--long enough to barely qualify as a dress--and soft socks. Her hair was up, glasses on, no makeup. She figured she looked as unsexy as humanly possible.

And then she saw Cam, sitting on the floor in front of the couch, shirtless and sweaty, stretching out his shoulders.

"Jesus," she muttered, blinking.

Cam looked up. "Huh?"

"Nothing." She folded her arms, leaning on the doorframe. "Don't you own shirts?"

He laughed, leaning back on his hands, chest rising with each breath. "They get in the way when I'm trying to explain things."

She narrowed her eyes. "Explain what, exactly?"

"Biomechanics," he said, completely straight-faced. "Body positioning. You know, the important stuff."

"Oh, of course. So important." She tried to act unaffected as she walked past him, flopping onto the couch with a huff. "Do enlighten me, Professor."

Cam grinned, shifting onto his knees. "Okay. For example--if you're throwing a punch, your shoulder should never lead the motion. It starts in your core."

Naomi arched a brow. "You're going to teach me how to punch?"

"Why not? You've got rage in you. I can feel it."

She laughed. "You're not wrong."

"Alright," he said, moving to kneel in front of her. "Stand up."

"I don't want to hit anything."

"You won't. Promise."

She sighed but stood, facing him. He came closer, placing one hand lightly on her waist, the other on her shoulder.

Naomi froze.

His hands weren't groping. They weren't suggestive. Just... steady. Confident.

"Everything starts here," he said quietly, voice low. "The core rotates first. You don't lead with your arms. It's about control."

His hand slid along her side, slow, until his fingers brushed the top of her hip.

"See?" he murmured. "Right here. That's your anchor."

She swallowed. Her pulse jumped.

"I don't think this is about punching anymore," she said, her voice too soft.

Cam didn't back away. "You'd be surprised how many things come down to control."

His eyes held hers for a second too long.

Then he stepped back. "Sorry," he said, clearing his throat. "That was--yeah. Sorry."

Naomi folded her arms, suddenly cold. "You weren't doing anything."

He met her gaze. "You sure?"

She hesitated. "I'm not... mad."

"Good," he said, smiling faintly. "Because you were definitely enjoying my teaching technique."

"Oh, please."

"You were."

"I was tolerating you."

Cam stepped a little closer, teasing. "So, tolerating me includes breathing hard and looking at my mouth?"

Her jaw dropped. "I was not--!"

"Naomi." His voice was low now, amused, dangerous. "Don't lie."

She looked away, cheeks burning. But she was smiling too. "You're ridiculous."

"You're gorgeous."

"Don't."

"Why not?"

"Because we're joking."

Cam nodded, serious now. "Right. Just talking."

"Right," she echoed. "Verbal sparring."

"Harmless," he added, voice softer.

They stood there a moment, a little too close. Her breath was shallow. His hands stayed at his sides.

And yet--it felt like the most intimate moment of the week.

---

She went to her room later that night and closed the door quietly, heart still fluttering.

Harmless.

Just flirting.

Just talk.

But her skin still burned where he'd touched her waist.

And worse?

She wanted to feel it again.

---

Chapter Four: Muscle Memory

The next morning was quiet. Rain pattered against the windows. Josh had left early for another long shift, and Naomi lingered in the kitchen, sipping coffee and scrolling half-heartedly through emails.

She was halfway through reading the same paragraph for the fourth time when Cam walked in.

Shirtless again. Of course. Hair tousled. Gym shorts slung low on his hips like gravity had a personal grudge against her self-control.

Naomi didn't look up from her mug. "You ever heard of clothes?"

Cam smirked and opened the fridge. "You ever heard of turning down the thermostat?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're really committed to the 'accidental thirst trap' vibe, huh?"

"Please," he said, pulling out a yogurt. "I'm a walking educational resource."

She gave him a skeptical look over the rim of her cup. "Oh yeah? What else can you teach me, Professor?"

He grinned. "You're not ready."

"Oh, I am so ready."

He put the yogurt down and raised his eyebrows. "Okay. You asked for it."

---

Ten minutes later, Naomi stood barefoot on the living room rug in her black leggings and oversized sweatshirt, arms crossed.

"I'm not going to kick you."

Cam laughed from his spot on the floor. "I didn't say kick me. I said kick in my direction. Big difference."

She narrowed her eyes. "This is payback, isn't it?"

"Absolutely," he said. "Now come on. Get in position."

Naomi sighed and turned, lifting her leg in an awkward high kick. She lost her balance almost immediately and squealed as Cam reached out, catching her by the hips.

His hands were firm. Warm. Way too steady.

"I got you," he said.

Naomi's breath caught. She stood frozen for a second longer than necessary before stepping back.

"Okay," she muttered. "Your turn to look ridiculous."

Cam stood and stretched dramatically, cracking his neck. "You just want an excuse to stare at my legs."

"Please. I've seen better quads on a chicken."

He grinned and turned, throwing a smooth, perfect kick into the air.

Naomi blinked. "Okay. Rude."

"Years of training," he said, smug. "Want to learn something useful?"

"Like what?"

He stepped closer. "Self-defense hold. Simple. Comes in handy if some idiot grabs you from behind."

She rolled her eyes. "Great. Let's recreate my worst dating memories."

He laughed. "Come on. Trust me."

And she did.

That was the problem.

---

"Turn around," Cam said, voice softer now. "Just relax."

Naomi obeyed, facing away from him. She felt his hands gently wrap around her wrists from behind, then move up to her elbows, her upper arms, her shoulders.

"This is where someone might grab you to control your movement," he explained, his breath brushing her ear. "You tense up, you're easier to handle. You go soft and then pivot."

He guided her hips gently. The movement was subtle. Controlled.

But his hands...

They weren't grabbing. They weren't rough.

They just lingered.

She could feel the heat of his palms through her sweatshirt. The way his fingers brushed the sides of her waist as he demonstrated something that definitely didn't require that much contact.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded, but her voice came out faint. "Yeah."

He moved again, stepping closer, adjusting the angle of her stance.

One hand slid along her forearm, turning her wrist. The other brushed the side of her thigh.

She gasped before she could stop herself.

Cam paused behind her.

"Sorry," he said quickly, pulling back. "Was that too--"

"No," she said, heart pounding. "You just surprised me."

They stood there in silence for a long moment. Rain ticking on the windows. The room suddenly too quiet.

Cam cleared his throat. "I should probably stop touching you now."

Naomi turned to face him.

He was close. Too close. His chest rose and fell with something heavy and restrained.

She smiled softly. "I mean... if it's all for educational purposes..."

Cam laughed, shaking his head. "You're dangerous."

"So are you," she whispered, then immediately regretted it.

His eyes flicked to her lips. Then back to her eyes.

But he didn't move.

Neither did she.

For a moment, it felt like gravity itself tilted toward him. Like her body wanted to close that last inch between them. Like kissing him wouldn't be a choice--it would be inevitable.

But then Cam stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I should, uh--shower."

Naomi nodded, a little too fast. "Right. Of course."

He turned and disappeared down the hall.

Naomi sank onto the couch, her whole body humming.

Harmless, she told herself.

Just a game.

Just flirting.

Just... a little too close.

And it was getting harder to pretend otherwise.

---

Chapter Five: A Little Too Easy

The bar was dim and cozy--vinyl booths, warm lighting, old songs playing through slightly crackly speakers. Naomi loved this place. It felt like the kind of spot where time slowed down. Conversations stretched. Drinks tasted better.

Josh had picked it, saying they "needed a real night out, the three of us." Cam had driven. Naomi had spent entirely too long picking her outfit.

She told herself it didn't matter.

She told herself she was dressing for Josh.

---

Josh slid into the booth beside her, draping an arm over her shoulders, and Cam took the seat across from them. Naomi ordered a cocktail with a name she couldn't pronounce. Josh went for his usual. Cam smirked and ordered two shots of bourbon and a beer.

Josh laughed. "Trying to catch up or forget something?"

Cam shrugged. "Both?"

Naomi smiled behind her straw.

The conversation was easy. Stories from college. Cam making fun of Josh's old band phase. Josh roasting Cam's high school hair. Naomi leaned into Josh, laughing until her face hurt, but every now and then--just for a second--her eyes would drift across the table.

Cam was watching her.

Not in a creepy way. Not obvious. But he noticed things.

When she tucked her hair behind her ear. When she licked the salt off her glass. When she bit her lower lip trying not to laugh.

And sometimes--when she caught him looking--he'd just smile. Small. Private. Like they were sharing something nobody else could hear.

---

"You're drunk," Josh whispered, nudging her playfully.

Naomi laughed. "You think I'm drunk after one cocktail?"

"You're swaying."

"I sway when I'm happy."

Josh kissed her temple. "Good."

Cam looked away.

---

About an hour in, Josh stood up to head to the restroom.

"Don't talk shit about me while I'm gone," he warned.

"Zero promises," Cam said.

Josh leaned down to kiss Naomi quickly before slipping off.

The booth felt quieter without him. The air changed.

Naomi adjusted her straw, eyes flicking up to Cam's.

"So," she said. "Still think I'm dangerous?"

He rested his arms on the table, his voice lower now. "Absolutely."

She tilted her head. "Why?"

Cam's eyes didn't move from hers. "Because you smile like you don't know the effect you have on people."

She laughed, trying to brush it off. "That's not dangerous. That's just... me."

"Exactly."

There was a beat. A pause. The silence between them wasn't awkward. It crackled.

Naomi leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table. "You ever think about it?"

Cam blinked. "About what?"

She smiled like she didn't know the answer. But she did.

And so did he.

"Don't ask me that," he said, quieter now.

"Why not?" Her voice was soft. Curious. "We're just talking."

Cam's jaw flexed. "Because you're wearing that perfume again."

Naomi blinked. "What?"

He leaned forward, close enough she could feel his breath. "The one that smells like vanilla and salt and--" He shook his head. "You wear it and you lean close and I start forgetting he's sitting next to you."

Naomi's lips parted. Her heart pounded.

She should've said something. She should've laughed it off. But she didn't.

Her voice dropped. "Then maybe... stop leaning in."

Cam stared at her for a long second, unreadable.

And then--

Josh returned.

"Miss me?" he said, sliding back into the booth beside her.

Naomi sat up straighter, smiling too fast. "Always."

Cam reached for his drink without a word, eyes now on the glass.

But a minute later--when Josh leaned in to tell a story--Naomi glanced at Cam from under her lashes.

And he was already looking at her.

---

Chapter Six: Almost

The apartment was quiet.

Josh was gone for the night--another overtime shift that came with an apologetic kiss and a promise to "text you before I pass out at the site."

Naomi didn't mind. She liked her alone time.

At least... she used to.

Now, being alone in the apartment meant something else. Something quieter. Heavier.

It meant Cam.

---

She found him on the balcony just after sunset. Legs kicked up on a chair, T-shirt clinging to his chest, beer in hand. The sky behind him was streaked with lavender and gold. He looked like the cover of a summer novel she should not be reading.

"Stealing my view?" she asked, stepping outside.

Cam smirked. "Please. I make this view better."

Naomi snorted and dropped into the chair across from him, tucking her legs beneath her. "God, your ego is exhausting."

"It's a burden I carry with great dignity."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. It came so easily with him now. Too easily.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the sun sink lower. Cam handed her his beer. She took a sip without thinking.

And that was when it started again.

---

"You know," he said, voice quieter now, "you're kind of mean to me."

Naomi blinked, handing the bottle back. "Am not."

"Are too."

"You're the one who constantly flirts with me."

"Flirts?" He leaned forward. "I thought we were just talking."

She gave him a look.

Cam smiled, slow and a little dangerous. "Unless you want me to flirt with you."

Her stomach twisted. "Don't start."

He tilted his head. "Why not? Afraid you'll like it?"

"Afraid you'll get too into it."

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "You wouldn't survive if I actually tried."

Naomi's breath hitched. She laughed, too quickly, trying to recover. "You're full of it."

Cam didn't laugh.

He leaned closer, voice low. "You know what the problem is?"

Naomi swallowed. "What?"

"You're used to being the one who drives people crazy. You don't know what to do when someone does it back."

She opened her mouth. Closed it.

Her voice came out smaller than she meant it to. "You don't drive me crazy."

"You sure?" His eyes dropped to her mouth, then back to hers. "Because you've been crossing and uncrossing those legs for ten minutes."

Naomi looked down. She had. She hadn't even noticed.

He grinned, slow. "I rest my case."

She narrowed her eyes. "If I were to play along--which I'm not--what would you say next?"

Cam leaned in like he had a secret. "I'd tell you I've been thinking about what you sound like when you let go."

She forgot how to breathe.

"I'd ask if you make those soft little noises the way I think you do," he continued. "If you say people's names when you come. Or if you just--moan."

Her thighs pressed together instinctively.

"I'd ask if Josh knows," Cam said, voice almost a whisper now. "How sensitive you are. Right... here." His hand hovered an inch from her inner thigh, not touching.

Naomi's mouth went dry.

She should stop this. She wanted to stop this.

But instead--

She smirked. "And what if I told you I don't make any noise at all?"

Cam's eyes darkened. "Then I'd tell you I want to ruin that."

Silence.

Naomi let out a shaky breath, half-laugh, half-shudder. "Jesus."

He sat back slowly, smirking. "Still just talking."

"Yeah," she said, blinking fast, pulse pounding. "Totally harmless."

"Totally."

But neither of them moved.

Both breathing harder than before. Her legs still crossed. His hand resting on his knee like it wanted to move but wouldn't.

She laughed--too loud, too shaky. "We should not be allowed alone."

Cam smiled, but it was a little too tight. "Probably not."

Naomi stood abruptly, brushing her hands on her thighs. "I'm gonna make tea."

"Good idea," Cam said, voice hoarse.

She didn't look back as she walked inside. Her hands were shaking.

But her smile wouldn't go away.

---

Chapter Seven: Right Under His Nose

Josh flipped a pancake with way too much confidence for someone who had never made one that didn't come out slightly burnt.

Naomi was sitting on the counter, legs swinging, wearing his shirt and a pair of tiny shorts that probably weren't legal in some states. Cam leaned against the opposite counter, sipping coffee like he hadn't slept and still managed to look like a damn ad.

"Tell me again why you're letting him cook?" Cam asked, eyeing the smoking pan.

Josh grinned. "Because I'm a man of many talents. This is just one of them."

Naomi smirked. "He means 'burning breakfast' is one of them."

"You wound me," Josh said, dramatically holding a spatula over his heart.

Naomi tossed a grape from the fruit bowl at him. It bounced off his shoulder.

Cam caught her eye.

Just a glance. But it lingered.

She stuck out her tongue at him playfully.

Cam smiled slowly and took another sip of coffee.

Josh turned around. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing," they both said in unison.

Josh blinked. "That was creepy."

Naomi laughed. "Just harmonizing."

Cam added, "We've got a connection."

Naomi froze for half a second.

Josh chuckled. "As long as it doesn't involve you two forming a mutiny."

Naomi said nothing. But her cheeks were warm.

Cam winked at her when Josh wasn't looking.

---

Later, the three of them sat on the couch, lazily watching a dumb action movie. Naomi was curled into Josh's side, his arm slung around her. Cam was on the other end of the couch, one leg stretched out, the other propped on the coffee table.

Josh started drifting off halfway through.

Cam looked over at Naomi and mouthed, bored.

She smirked, and texted him from her phone:

"This movie is so dumb."

Cam's phone buzzed. He looked at it, then back at her. His reply came fast:

"You look hot when you laugh."

Naomi glanced at Josh--sound asleep now.

She bit her lip, typing:

"That's not appropriate."

Cam's eyes flicked up from his screen, straight to hers.

He didn't text back. Just mouthed:

"But true."

Naomi looked away, biting harder on her lip.

And for the next ten minutes, neither of them looked at Josh.

Only at each other.

---

Chapter Eight: That Wasn't Training

Naomi could hear the music before she even stepped into the hallway.

The bass thumped low and steady, rhythmic and primal. She padded barefoot through the apartment, curious. Josh was gone again -- another long shift, out until after ten. She wasn't even supposed to be awake.

But there he was.

Cam.

Shirtless. Sweaty. Moving like he had nowhere to be and nothing on his mind except the heat in his muscles. He was barefoot too, shadowboxing in the living room with his back to her. The rug had been rolled back again, giving him space to work.

Naomi leaned against the wall and watched for a moment, heart beating faster than it should have.

His body moved like it had purpose. Hips shifting. Shoulders rolling. Every muscle controlled, like he could explode with power at any second but chose not to. His sweatpants hung low. Too low.

She knew she should walk away.

She also knew she wouldn't.

Instead, she crossed her arms and said, "Is this what you do when no one's watching?"

Cam turned, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his shirt -- flashing his abs without even trying.

He grinned. "I knew you'd be up. You can't sleep with me on your mind."

Naomi scoffed, stepping into the room. "Please. I was bored. I thought maybe you'd be in here crying to 2000s R&B again."

"You wish." He tossed her a water bottle from the table. "Come spar with me."

She caught it. "What, like a real fight?"

"No," he said, walking toward her. "Something more fun. Controlled grappling. Good cardio. You could use the workout."

Her jaw dropped, laughing. "Wow. Insult and flirt? Bold."

He came closer. "I'm just saying... for someone so short, you've got a lot of attitude."

"Someone so cocky is asking to get tackled."

"Oh yeah?" He smirked, stepping into her space. "You gonna take me down, tiny?"

She grinned. "I'm gonna try."

Before he could respond, Naomi lunged -- not thinking, not planning, just acting. She jumped at him, arms looping around his neck as she tried to knock him off balance.

Cam staggered backward, laughing as they crashed down onto the rug in a tangled mess.

She ended up on top, straddling him. He grunted dramatically. "Jesus, Naomi."

"Say it," she taunted, pinning his wrists. "Say I win."

"You didn't even warm up," he growled, twisting under her.

"I don't need to," she said smugly, breathless.

Cam suddenly rolled, flipping her onto her back in one smooth move. He pinned her down, breathing hard, his body pressed against hers.

"Still cocky?" he whispered.

Naomi stared up at him, cheeks flushed, heart pounding. Their bodies were touching everywhere. Her thigh was hooked around his hip, his hips pressed against hers.

Their breathing synced. Shallow. Heavy.

Neither of them was laughing anymore.

"Cam..." she whispered, voice uncertain.

But he didn't move.

And neither did she.

Then -- like gravity had made the decision for them -- they kissed.

It wasn't tentative.

It was hungry.

Hot and fast, like they'd been holding it in for too long and finally let it break. Naomi moaned into his mouth as his hand slid into her hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper, harder.

Her legs tightened around his waist. His hips pushed down. She could feel him now -- hard, thick, massive against the thin cotton of her shorts. Her eyes flew open slightly, a mix of shock and heat flooding her.

He felt huge.

And she wanted all of him.

Cam groaned low in his throat as her hands slid up his back, nails digging into his skin. His lips moved down to her jaw, then her neck, kissing, sucking, making her gasp. Her hips rolled against him without thinking.

"Fuck," he breathed against her skin. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Naomi clutched him tighter. "Then show me."

His hand slid under her shirt, fingertips tracing up her bare stomach. Her nipples were hard, begging for his mouth, her panties soaked. She was dizzy with it.

Their mouths crashed together again, messy and breathless.

Cam's other hand grabbed her thigh, gripping it as he rutted against her, teasing her with how big he was--how close.

"God, Naomi," he muttered, "if you let me--"

Click.

The front door.

Josh's voice.

"Babe? I forgot my charger--"

They froze.

Cam scrambled off her with the fastest reflex of his life, flipping onto his side, chest heaving. Naomi rolled the other way, yanking her shirt down, her heart pounding out of her chest.

Josh walked halfway into the hall, grabbing his charger from the kitchen counter.

"You two still up?" he called.

Naomi coughed. "Y-yeah. Just watching something."

Cam coughed too. "Stretching."

Josh laughed. "Alright, nerds. Love you, babe. Back in a few."

The door shut again.

Silence.

Naomi rolled onto her back, still panting.

Cam lay beside her, hand over his face, trying to calm his breath.

Then she laughed.

He laughed too.

They turned and looked at each other -- flushed, ruined, and grinning like they'd gotten away with murder.

And somehow, the fact that they didn't finish only made them want it more.

---

Chapter Nine: Minutes Are Enough

Josh was on the couch between them, casually focused on the game, completely unaware that Naomi and Cam were seconds away from tearing each other apart.

Cam sat on one end, slouched in his usual relaxed pose, long legs stretched out. Naomi was curled up on the other side, legs folded beneath her, pretending to scroll on her phone.

But her mind was not on the screen.

Because Cam had just brushed her ankle with his fingers.

She hadn't moved.

Now his foot was touching hers. Casual. Slow. Sliding up and down, just enough to make her swallow hard.

Josh leaned forward. "Babe, did you see that interception?"

Naomi nodded automatically, eyes not leaving her phone. "Mhm. Wild."

Cam smirked.

Josh settled back again. "Okay, halftime. I'm grabbing a beer. You want anything?"

"Water's good," Naomi said, trying to sound normal.

Cam just nodded.

Josh stood and headed to the kitchen.

And they lunged.

Cam slid across the couch in one motion, grabbing Naomi by the hips and pulling her onto his lap. Their mouths collided like it had been hours instead of seconds. Her fingers went into his hair immediately. His hands slid under her shirt, palming her breasts through her bra, thumbs brushing her nipples until she moaned into his mouth.

Naomi ground against him, already breathless, already soaked. His cock was hard against her through his sweatpants, and she could feel all of him now.

"You're fucking unreal," he whispered against her lips. "You want it so bad."

"Shut up," she breathed, kissing him again, deeper.

She tugged his head back and kissed down his neck, biting softly at the edge of his jaw. His hands gripped her thighs. Her hips rolled.

"Cam," she gasped. "I--"

Footsteps.

They pulled apart fast. Naomi leapt back to her spot, straightening her shirt. Cam slouched casually, adjusting himself under the blanket as Josh returned, beer in hand.

"Sorry," Josh said. "Didn't realize we were out of ice."

Naomi smiled sweetly. "No worries."

Cam didn't say a word.

---

Later that evening, Josh was in the shower.

Cam came up behind Naomi in the kitchen as she reached for a mug. His chest pressed against her back. His hands found her hips.

"You smell like fucking heaven," he whispered, mouth brushing her ear.

Naomi didn't turn around.

She just arched back into him and whispered, "You have two minutes."

He spun her around, lifting her onto the counter with one arm. Their mouths crashed again. She spread her legs for him. His fingers slid up her thighs, under her shorts, under her panties.

He groaned. "So fucking wet."

"Cam--"

Water shuts off.

They broke apart, breathless. She jumped down, straightened herself, grabbed a spoon like nothing happened.

Josh walked in with a towel around his waist. "What are you guys making?"

Naomi turned and smiled. "Just tea."

Cam didn't look up. "She's burning the water."

Josh laughed.

Naomi felt her knees still shaking.

---

Next morning.

Josh was doing laundry. Music on, door open.

Naomi bent to grab a blanket from under the couch, and Cam walked by -- slapped her ass.

She gasped. Spun around.

He just raised a brow, biting his lip like he dared her to say something.

She waited until Josh called for him, then whispered, "You're gonna get us caught."

Cam leaned in, voice low, hot. "Only if you keep moaning like you did last night."

Naomi's breath caught. Her face flushed. Her thighs clenched.

Josh returned.

They both turned and smiled.

---

This was a game now.

Every room. Every moment alone. Every minute Josh looked away.

And every time, it got worse.

Deeper kisses. More skin. Hands under clothes. Her mouth on his neck. His fingers on her inner thighs.

One day, she knew, they wouldn't stop in time.

And maybe that was the point.

---

Chapter Ten: The Countdown Begins

"I've got news," Josh said over dinner, wiping his hands on a napkin. "It's not ideal, but I've gotta head out for a few days. Work trip. They're sending me to Houston for that rollout. I leave tomorrow morning."

Naomi blinked. "How long?"

"Four days, give or take," he said. "Back late Sunday night."

She nodded, swallowing. "Okay. I'll hold the fort."

Josh grinned. "With Cam's help, I hope."

Cam, across the table, smirked. "I'm a reliable co-captain."

Josh raised his glass. "To two of my favorite people holding it down."

They clinked. Naomi forced a smile.

But under the table, her legs felt weak.

---

They didn't talk about it. Not out loud.

But the meaning was clear.

Four days.

Four days alone with Cam.

No interruptions.

No excuses.

Just temptation.

And no more hiding behind "accidents."

---

That night, Naomi lay in bed beside Josh, tangled in his arms. He was warm, familiar. Kissing her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to her neck.

"You okay?" he whispered.

She nodded. "Yeah."

"You seem quiet."

"Just thinking."

He smiled against her skin. "You always do that before sex."

Naomi laughed softly, breath catching when his hand slipped between her thighs. He kissed her like he loved her. And he did.

She made love to him that night--slow, soft, familiar. She held his hand. Moaned his name. Told herself she was here. That this was enough.

But in the back of her mind, all she could see was Cam.

The way he looked at her.

The way his hands gripped her.

The way he made her feel like something she'd never dared to be.

Josh came with a groan, collapsing against her chest, whispering how lucky he was.

Naomi blinked at the ceiling, heart racing. Guilt swirling.

She didn't sleep.

---

Morning.

She moved through the motions. Made him coffee. Folded his shirts. Zipped his bag. Her hands moved on autopilot.

Josh smiled as she walked him to the door. "You're the best, you know that?"

She kissed him softly. "I'll miss you."

"Back before you know it."

He stepped out. She stayed in the doorway.

"Text me when you land," she called.

"I will. Love you."

"Love you too."

The door clicked shut.

She let out a slow breath.

And turned around.

Cam was standing in the hallway. Shirtless. Quiet.

Watching her.

His eyes were dark. Intense. Unblinking.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't need to.

---

Chapter Eleven: The First Time She Breaks

The moment the door clicked shut behind Josh, something snapped.

Naomi turned -- and Cam was already there.

He didn't speak.

He didn't smile.

He just looked at her like he'd been starving for days and finally saw the one thing he couldn't stop thinking about.

And Naomi ran to him.

She collided into his chest, and his mouth crashed into hers before she could even gasp. Their lips mashed, teeth clashing, raw and desperate. Cam grabbed her ass, lifting her off the floor as she wrapped her legs around him, moaning into his mouth.

They hit the hallway wall, hard.

Naomi's head dropped back as he kissed down her neck, biting softly at the base of her throat.

"Fuck," she breathed, already shaking. "We can't wait."

"We're not waiting," Cam growled, already tugging her shirt over her head.

She yanked his down too. Their bare skin met in a feverish mess of heat and friction.

Her bra hit the floor. His hand slid between her legs, under her shorts, and when he found how soaked she already was, he groaned--deep and low.

"You've been like this all night," he hissed. "All week."

"Cam--" She gasped as he pushed her shorts and panties down in one swift motion. "God, I want--"

"I know."

He didn't give her time to think.

He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress with a growl. Naomi let out a soft yelp as her back hit the sheets, hair fanning across the pillow, chest rising with ragged breaths.

Cam stood at the edge of the bed, eyes raking over her like he didn't know where to touch first.

"You're so fucking perfect," he muttered, voice hoarse. "I've wanted this since the first week."

"Then take it," she whispered.

Cam climbed on top of her, kissing her hard. His mouth moved to her neck, her collarbone, then lower--trailing heat over her breasts, her stomach, her hips.

And then--

He spread her thighs and sank between them.

"Wait," she gasped, lifting her head. "You don't have to--"

"Naomi." His voice was calm, dangerous. "You have no idea how long I've needed to taste you."

She whimpered as his mouth met her center--tongue sliding through her folds, slow and deliberate.

Her back arched off the bed.

"Fuck--Cam--"

He moaned against her, hands gripping her thighs as he sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. Again. And again. Relentless. Precise.

Naomi broke.

Her hips bucked, hands flying to his hair, pulling, anchoring herself to something. But he didn't stop. He devoured her like a man possessed--like he'd been thinking about this for weeks.

She'd never been touched like this.

Never felt known like this.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Please--Cam--please don't stop--"

He didn't.

And when she came, she came hard--crying out, thighs trembling, head thrown back as she shattered around his mouth.

It was overwhelming.

Her first orgasm with Cam.

And it felt like it rewired something inside her.

She blinked at the ceiling, dazed, heart racing. He rose slowly, licking his lips, eyes locked on hers as he crawled up beside her.

Naomi tried to breathe.

Tried to speak.

But Cam only whispered, "That's just the beginning."

---

Chapter Twelve: She Can't Go Back

Naomi lay sprawled on the bed, hair a mess of tangled gold, skin flushed and still tingling from the first orgasm Cam had pulled out of her. She was panting, legs trembling, hands slack at her sides.

Cam didn't move.

He was still between her thighs, still watching her, his mouth glistening, his hands resting possessively on her hips.

She blinked down at him, dazed. "I... I can't breathe."

Cam smirked. "You'll live."

He lowered his head again.

"Cam--wait, I'm--"

But he didn't wait.

His tongue slid over her again, and Naomi gasped so loud it echoed off the walls.

"No--Cam, I'm too--"

He groaned against her. "You're not done. Not even close."

And she wasn't.

His mouth moved with ruthless skill, slow and deep at first, tongue curling and stroking while his thumbs spread her wider. She whimpered, one hand clutching the pillow above her head, the other gripping his hair. Every lick sent electricity through her bones.

Then he slid two fingers inside her.

Curled them.

Pressed right into a spot that made her cry out.

"Oh my God--"

Her back arched violently. Her body shook.

He pumped his fingers with perfect rhythm, tongue flicking and circling, sucking gently at her clit while she completely lost it beneath him.

Her second orgasm hit harder than the first--wet, raw, dragging a long moan from her throat she didn't know she could make.

She came undone around his fingers and mouth, grinding into him, panting like she'd just run a marathon.

Cam didn't let up.

He wanted her messy. He wanted her ruined.

By the time he pushed her legs back and replaced his fingers with three--stretching her, teasing her while kissing her inner thighs--Naomi could barely form words.

"Cam," she begged, voice cracking. "I--I can't again--"

"Yes, you can," he murmured, kissing just beside her entrance. "You're gonna give me one more."

And she did.

It took less than a minute.

He angled his fingers just right.

Rubbed her from inside.

Kissed her clit softly while whispering, "Let go for me."

She shattered again--loud, unfiltered, shaking in his hands. Her body pulsed and clamped around his fingers, her face twisted in disbelief.

He pulled back slowly, watching her, chest rising and falling.

Naomi blinked at the ceiling, eyes glazed.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "You just..."

He crawled up her body, brushing his lips across her cheek, her jaw, her temple.

"I know," he murmured, kissing her again.

She kissed him back.

Deeply.

Hungrily.

They made out like they had hours--like nothing existed but skin and sweat and tongue. His body pressed into hers, and she could feel his cock now--thick, heavy, hard against her thigh. It made her moan softly against his mouth.

But then she grinned.

Still breathless. Still high.

"My turn."

Cam raised a brow.

Naomi gave him a wicked smile, rolled them over, and straddled his waist, her hair falling over her face.

He groaned. "You're dangerous."

She leaned in and whispered, "You have no idea."

---

Chapter Thirteen (Extended): All the Way Down

Naomi kissed her way down Cam's body with a hunger that surprised even her.

He watched her the entire time--chest rising and falling, lips parted, hands clenching the sheets like he was holding on for dear life. She pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to his abs, his hips, his thighs, until he trembled under her touch.

Then she pulled his boxers down--and froze.

Her breath caught.

He was even bigger than she remembered from those quick, clothed encounters. Long, thick, heavy, resting against his stomach with a single bead of precum glistening at the tip. His shaft twitched slightly as the air hit it.

Naomi stared, mesmerized. "Jesus, Cam."

He chuckled breathlessly. "Still time to back out."

She met his gaze and wrapped her hand around the base. Her fingers didn't even close all the way around. "Not a chance."

She kissed the tip, soft and slow, letting her tongue flick over it once, tasting him. Cam groaned deep in his throat. Naomi did it again, swirling her tongue around him, teasing the underside, feeling the way his whole body reacted to even the smallest movement.

Then she slid her mouth over him--slowly--taking him inch by inch.

"F-fuck," Cam hissed, his head falling back. "Your mouth..."

Naomi moaned around him, both from the praise and from the raw power of it--how hard he was, how much she could feel him pulsing on her tongue. Her hand worked in sync with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't take.

At first.

But she wanted more.

She needed more.

Each time she lowered her head, she took him a little deeper, letting herself adjust to his size. Her spit coated him, messy and hot. Her jaw ached, but she didn't care.

She could feel him twitching, see his abs tightening, his fists clenching the sheet beside him.

Cam kept trying to stay still, but his hips bucked up on instinct. "Naomi... fuck, baby, you're unreal--how are you this good--"

She pulled off with a gasp, licking the length of him slowly before sliding back down, deeper this time, until her lips met her hand.

She looked up at him. "I want to take it all."

Cam's eyes widened, breath stuttering. "You don't have to--"

But Naomi was already moving. She relaxed her throat, adjusted her angle, and started to slide down--past the point where she normally stopped.

Cam's hands flew to her hair. "Wait, baby, don't hurt yourself--"

But she didn't stop.

She kept going.

Inch by inch, until her lips brushed his base. Her nose pressed to his skin.

She had him all the way in.

Cam made a sound--half growl, half groan--as his hips jerked. "Holy fuck. Naomi."

She held him there, swallowing softly, letting her throat adjust around his size.

Then she slowly pulled back, gasping for air, spit trailing down her chin. She looked up at him again, eyes glazed, lips swollen, breathing ragged.

Cam stared at her like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "You just... fuck, you just deep-throated all of me."

She smiled.

And took him again.

This time faster. Sloppier. Her mouth gliding over him with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room. She pumped the base with one hand, the other gripping his thigh for balance as she bobbed her head faster, deeper, gagging once--then again--until it started to make her wet just hearing the sounds coming from him.

Cam's control was breaking.

His hips began to move with hers, thrusting up into her mouth slowly at first--then faster, more desperate.

"I'm gonna fucking cum," he warned. "Naomi, I'm gonna--"

She moaned around him and didn't stop.

He grabbed her hair tight, and with a guttural groan, he came hard into her mouth--deep, thick pulses spilling down her throat as he fucked her mouth in shallow thrusts, unable to hold back.

Naomi swallowed all of it, never looking away.

When he finally stilled, panting, wrecked, she let him slip from her lips and licked the rest off her chin.

Cam stared at the ceiling, totally undone. "You're going to ruin me."

She crawled up his body, kissed his jaw, and whispered, "I think we already ruined something else."

Cam turned his head to her. Their eyes met.

"Josh," he said softly.

Naomi nodded, chest still heaving. "I know."

Neither of them said sorry.

Because neither of them meant it anymore.

Cam stroked her back, pulling her close. She laid her head on his chest for a beat, catching her breath.

Then she looked up with a wicked grin.

"My turn."

She rolled them over, straddled him slowly, and let her heat settle against his still-hard cock.

Cam moaned. "Naomi..."

She leaned in, kissed him deep, and said against his lips, "I want to ride you."

---

Chapter Fourteen: Where It Really Happens

Naomi straddled Cam, her thighs tight against his hips, her hands braced on his chest.

She could feel him--thick, heavy, hard--pressing right against the heat between her legs. Her body was still buzzing, wet and swollen from his mouth and fingers, but now it was different. Now it was real.

Because this wasn't teasing anymore.

This wasn't a stolen kiss or a breathless touch.

This was the moment she would let another man inside her.

And not just any man.

Cam.

Not Josh.

Cam looked up at her, his eyes darker than she'd ever seen them.

"You don't have to rush," he murmured, voice thick. "We don't have to--"

"I want to," she cut him off gently, brushing her thumb across his bottom lip. "And stop looking at me like I'm made of glass. I'm not that delicate."

Cam smirked. "You sure?"

In answer, she reached down, wrapped her hand around his shaft, and guided the head of his cock right against her entrance.

They both inhaled sharply.

Just the touch of him there made her pulse between her thighs. She was soaked, open, aching--and still, he felt impossibly big.

Naomi met his eyes. "Ready?"

Cam swallowed. "You tell me."

She didn't hesitate.

She started to sink down.

Her breath caught halfway. Her body instinctively clenched.

He stretched her--slowly, deeply. Her lips parted in a soundless moan, hips pausing for just a second as her body adjusted to the size of him.

"Fuck," she whispered. "Josh never--"

She didn't finish the sentence. Couldn't.

She lowered more.

Cam groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "Jesus, Naomi--slow down--"

She shook her head, panting. "I want to feel it."

"You will," he muttered through gritted teeth. "You already are."

And she was.

Every inch felt like a revelation. Her body, her self, stretching in ways she hadn't known she could. It hurt--but only just. More than anything, it felt full. Powerful. Like she was taking something she'd wanted for too long and couldn't deny anymore.

She paused when she was halfway down, eyes wide.

"Holy shit," she breathed. "You're in my stomach."

Cam laughed, strangled and breathless. "Not quite. But almost."

Naomi stared down at herself, one hand resting over her lower belly, genuinely amazed.

"I can feel you up here. That's not even a metaphor."

Cam reached up and ran his hands along her waist, his voice reverent. "You're taking me like you were made for it."

She grinned down at him. "I am."

And then she sank down the rest of the way.

All of him.

Her breath stuttered. Cam's head dropped back with a low, guttural moan.

She was fully impaled--buried so deep on his cock she couldn't move, couldn't think. Her body pulsed around him, holding him tight, every nerve lit up like fire under her skin.

And then she froze.

Still seated. Still stunned.

Still wide-eyed.

Cam looked up at her, concerned. "Naomi?"

She blinked. "I'm having an out-of-body experience."

He laughed, completely wrecked. "You okay?"

"I think I just saw God."

She wiggled her hips slightly and gasped. "Nope. That wasn't God. That was your cock hitting my soul."

Cam's laughter turned into a moan. "You're gonna kill me."

She leaned down and kissed him, deep and slow, her voice low and teasing against his lips.

"Not yet."

---

Chapter Fifteen (Rewritten): All the Way In

Naomi straddled Cam's hips, her palms pressed to his chest as she rode him in slow, deliberate movements--deep and wet, hips rolling in figure-eights. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps, her hair clinging to her damp skin. Cam's hands gripped her thighs like he was holding himself together through sheer force.

She was flushed, flushed everywhere--neck, chest, cheeks. His cock filled her so completely it bordered on overwhelming.

But she loved it.

Loved the stretch.

Loved the way he looked at her like she was something untouchable--yet his.

Loved that she was finally letting herself take what she'd wanted for weeks.

Cam reached up and cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples as they bounced with her rhythm. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he growled.

Naomi moaned and moved faster, her thighs burning, sweat slick between their bodies. "You like watching me?"

He groaned, thrusting up once. "I'd watch this for the rest of my life."

She leaned forward, kissed him, then pulled back, her expression changing--playful, wicked, breathless.

"Want to see something better?"

Cam blinked, voice hoarse. "Better than this?"

Naomi rose up suddenly--slow, steady--until only the tip of his cock was still inside her. Her body pulsed around nothing, empty now, aching for him.

Cam gripped her hips tighter. "Naomi--what are you--"

She smirked.

And without warning, she dropped.

Hard.

Her thighs smacked down against his, her ass flush against his hips as she slammed him all the way in. The sound of it cracked through the room like thunder.

Cam let out a strangled moan. "Fuck--!"

Naomi cried out too--loud, shocked by the suddenness, the depth. Her eyes flew wide as her mouth hung open.

"Holy shit," she gasped, frozen. "You're in my lungs."

Cam's head dropped back on the pillow, groaning. "Jesus Christ, Naomi."

She didn't move.

Couldn't.

Her pussy was wrapped tight around his cock, clenching, adjusting to the shock of taking him all the way in at once. She looked down at herself in awe, one hand pressing against her lower belly.

"I think I can see you from the outside," she whispered.

Cam laughed, breathless and stunned. "You trying to kill me?"

"You like it."

"I love it."

And then she started moving.

Fast.

Hard.

Reckless.

Naomi bounced on him like she wanted to forget her own name, like she needed to feel every inch, every pulse of the cock inside her. The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs filled the room, echoing off the walls with every brutal thrust.

Cam grabbed her breasts again, squeezing, thumbing her nipples until she cried out. Then he sat up, arm wrapped tight around her waist, and fucked up into her from below.

"You're cheating," he whispered hotly in her ear. "And you love it."

She moaned, lost in the rhythm. "I don't care."

"Say it again."

"I don't care."

"You'd rather be fucked like this than loved by him."

She whimpered--and came.

Her orgasm hit fast and violent, tearing through her as she clung to him, moaning into his neck, hips still grinding, pulsing around him like her body couldn't let go.

But Cam wasn't done.

He slapped her ass hard.

Naomi gasped--and then moaned again.

He grabbed her hips, helped her move, fucked her through her aftershocks, building her back up.

"I want you to cum one more time," he said, voice low, rough.

"I can't--" she panted. "I just--"

"Yes, you can. You're gonna ride me again and you're gonna fall apart like it's the only thing you know how to do."

Naomi looked down at him, dazed, ruined... and smiled.

And then she rode.

She slammed down on him again and again, until the room blurred around her and her vision darkened at the edges.

Cam whispered her name. Held her tighter. Pulled her down into one final, desperate kiss.

And Naomi came again--louder this time, shaking and swearing and clawing at his skin as her entire body fell apart on top of him.

She collapsed onto his chest, limp, covered in sweat, her breath shuddering between kisses.

Cam wrapped his arms around her.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

Then Naomi whispered, "I've never... no one's ever..."

He kissed her temple. "I know."

They stayed like that, tangled in heat and silence.

And neither said the name of the man she was supposed to love.

Because it didn't matter anymore.

---

Chapter Sixteen (Rewritten): Taken

Naomi was still catching her breath when Cam grabbed her thighs and flipped her onto her back, his mouth crushed to hers before she could even speak. His body was heavy over hers--muscle, heat, sweat. Still hard. Still so hard.

"You want more?" he growled against her lips.

She nodded, voice already breaking. "Yes. God, yes."

He lined himself up, teased her entrance for just a second--and then slammed in, all the way.

Naomi cried out, her back arching as he buried himself in her to the hilt, thick and deep and relentless. Her nails clawed at his back as he immediately set a brutal pace, fucking her with no hesitation, no softness, no apology.

She was soaked. Wide open. His.

He pressed his forehead to hers, breath ragged. "You feel that? That's what you've been missing."

Naomi moaned, unable to form words.

He pulled out almost all the way--just his tip barely inside--

And slammed back in.

She screamed.

Air left her lungs like she'd been punched, her entire body jolting upward with the force. Her thighs flew open wider on instinct, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as he destroyed her.

"Oh fuck--Cam--"

He did it again.

Pulled out slow. Just the tip.

Then slammed in hard.

So hard her hips smacked the mattress and the bed creaked beneath them.

Her breath caught. Her body shook.

And she loved it.

Every brutal, deep, punishing thrust. Every second of being stretched and filled and used. She never knew sex could feel this raw--this real. Like something was breaking loose inside her and she didn't want to stop it.

Cam grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, fucking into her harder now, faster, rutting like an animal.

Naomi moaned, loud and needy. "That's it--fuck me."

Cam's eyes darkened.

"You're mine right now," he growled.

"I'm yours," she gasped. "God, I'm yours. Take me. Don't stop."

He pounded into her like he couldn't stop if he tried.

"You like being fucked like this?" he grunted.

"Yes."

"You like cheating?"

"Yes."

"You like how deep I am, baby?"

Naomi was wild beneath him now, sweat dripping between her breasts, eyes glassy. "I love it. I love your cock. I love how fucking big you are."

Cam groaned, his hands releasing her wrists and grabbing her hips instead, using them for leverage as he slammed into her--over and over, no mercy, no hesitation.

"You're such a filthy girl, Naomi."

"I am," she moaned. "I'm a filthy fucking cheater."

Her words pushed him over the edge.

He slammed deep once more--then again--then again--hard enough to bounce her on the mattress, her breath hitching with every brutal thrust.

And then she snapped.

Her orgasm hit like an explosion, ripping through her with a raw scream as she clenched around him, her legs locking around his back, body twitching and jerking.

"Cam--fuck--I'm coming--"

He kept going, hips pistoning until the muscles in his stomach tensed, until his groan turned guttural and his eyes locked on hers.

"I'm gonna fill you," he growled. "I'm gonna come so deep you'll feel it for days."

"Do it," she begged. "Fill me up. I want all of it."

With one final thrust--deep, all the way in--he came hard inside her, pulsing thick and hot as he moaned her name, burying his face in her neck.

Naomi's body trembled again.

A second orgasm rolled through her as he spilled inside her--so intense it almost hurt, her entire body wrung out and wrecked.

She wrapped her arms around his back and held him there.

Sweaty. Fucked out. Broken wide open.

Cam was still breathing hard against her throat.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them said Josh's name.

Because there was no going back now.

---

Chapter Seventeen: We Can't Stop Now

The bedroom smelled like sweat and sex.

The sheets were ruined. The pillows scattered. Their skin still stuck together in places.

Naomi lay half on top of Cam, her leg slung over his thigh, his hand lazily stroking her bare back. Her body was still buzzing--numb and alive all at once. Her inner thighs ached. Her lips were kiss-swollen. Her voice, when it came, was quiet and raw.

"We crossed every line."

Cam didn't speak at first. He just kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then down her jaw.

"I know," he said finally. "But I'm not sorry."

Naomi closed her eyes. "Neither am I."

His hand drifted down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. She hummed against his chest.

"But what about him?" she whispered. "Josh doesn't deserve this."

Cam let out a slow breath, threading his fingers through her hair. "No. He doesn't. But we can't undo it."

She nodded. "We just... can't let him find out."

Cam's hand slipped up to her breast, palm warm, fingers toying with her nipple.

Naomi gasped softly, shifting against him. "You're not helping the guilt."

He smirked. "You're the one grinding on me while we talk about morality."

She kissed him lazily, tongues meeting, mouths hot and slow.

"I'm serious," she whispered between kisses. "If we don't hide this, we'll wreck him."

"I know," Cam said, breath warm against her lips. "So we hide it."

Naomi swallowed and nodded. "We hide it."

But even as they agreed, their hands didn't stop roaming. Her fingers trailed down his abs. His mouth kissed her shoulder. Their bodies still wanted more--even as their hearts stung with the truth.

---

Later that day.

The kitchen was filled with the scent of garlic and olive oil. Naomi stood at the stove in a soft T-shirt and no bra, hair tied up, wooden spoon in hand. The sizzle of the pan masked the quiet creak of the hallway floor behind her.

She didn't hear Cam walk in.

Didn't realize how close he was until she felt his chest press against her back and his hands slide around her waist.

Naomi let out a soft gasp. "Cam--"

"Couldn't stay away," he murmured into her ear.

His hands moved up--slow, deliberate--until they cupped her breasts through her shirt. He squeezed gently, brushing his thumbs over her nipples until she trembled.

"Cam," she hissed, glancing toward the hallway. "What if someone--"

"No one's home."

He kissed her neck. Then again. Then just under her ear.

Naomi's breath caught. She gripped the spoon tighter as his hips pressed into her from behind.

"I can't cook like this," she whispered.

"Don't care," he muttered, nuzzling into her neck. "You taste better than anything in that pan."

Her head fell back onto his shoulder as he kissed down her throat. She whimpered when his thumbs flicked her nipples again, harder this time.

Her legs were starting to go weak.

And then--

Bzzz. Bzzz.

Naomi froze.

Cam did too.

Her phone buzzed again on the counter beside them.

She reached for it, hands shaking.

Josh -- Incoming Call

Cam's hands were still cupping her tits.

Naomi turned her head slowly. "Do not move."

Cam grinned.

She answered the call, voice trembling. "Hey, babe."

Cam's thumbs teased her again.

She bit her lip and silently cursed the way her body betrayed her--melting under the touch of the man she should have never let in.

Josh's voice crackled through the phone.

"Hey, just checking in. Everything good at home?"

Naomi swallowed hard, eyes wide.

"Yeah," she said softly, forcing a smile he couldn't see. "Everything's fine."

Cam's mouth found her neck again.

And neither of them let go.

---

Chapter Eighteen: Say Hi to Your Boyfriend

The phone was on speaker.

Josh's voice echoed through the kitchen, warm and trusting. "Anyway, I just checked into the hotel. It's nothing fancy, but at least the air conditioning works."

Naomi's hands were flat on the counter.

Cam stood behind her, chest flush to her back, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other sliding under the hem of her shirt.

She tried--really tried--to stop it.

She cleared her throat and forced a smile into her voice. "That's good. At least you won't be sweating all night."

Behind her, Cam's hand dipped into her panties.

She sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut.

Josh kept talking. "You know how I get when I can't sleep. Might call you at 3 a. m. just to complain."

Cam's fingers found her slit. Wet. Hot. He groaned low in her ear, just loud enough for her to hear, while his fingers slipped through her folds and circled her clit.

Naomi tried to take a step forward.

Cam held her still.

"Cam," she whispered through clenched teeth. "I can't--please, stop--I need to focus--"

He didn't stop.

He pressed closer. His hand moved faster. Deeper.

Josh's voice kept going, oblivious.

"I'll be in meetings all day tomorrow, but I'll try to check in around lunch. Cam, you better be taking care of her."

Cam smirked, eyes locked on Naomi's flushed face. "Always, man. I got her."

Naomi whimpered as two of Cam's fingers slid into her, slow and deep, curling perfectly.

Cam spoke louder. "She's doing great, actually."

His fingers pumped inside her with rhythm now, his palm grinding against her clit.

Naomi bit her lip hard. Her legs were trembling.

Josh laughed through the phone. "Glad to hear that. Babe, you good?"

Naomi could barely speak. "Y-yeah. Just--tired."

Cam moved his other hand around, took her wrist, and guided it behind her--right to the bulge in his sweatpants.

She hesitated.

Then wrapped her fingers around it.

Josh was still talking.

"I was thinking... when I get back, we should take a little trip. Just us. Get away for a weekend. You've been stressed."

Naomi started jerking Cam off slowly. She could feel how thick he was, how hard. Her hand trembled as it moved, and Cam's hips bucked lightly into her grip. His breath hitched--and she reached down further, cupping his balls too, just to punish him.

He hissed softly and pushed his fingers deeper inside her in retaliation.

Josh kept going.

"I was looking at cabins, actually. Maybe somewhere upstate? You love trees, right?"

Cam licked Naomi's neck as he fingered her harder.

"Sounds perfect," Naomi gasped, voice strained.

Josh paused. "You okay? You sound a little... breathless."

Cam froze.

Naomi's heart pounded.

She faked a laugh. "Yeah, I--I dropped something. Stupid--"

Cam bit her shoulder. Gently. Then fucked his fingers deeper.

"Anyway," Josh said, "I miss you."

Naomi's hand moved faster around Cam's cock, her own hips grinding into his hand now.

"I miss you too," she whispered, tears and lust burning behind her eyes.

She was so close.

So, so close.

Cam's fingers rubbed her clit again--harder this time. Circling, sliding, pressing. She whimpered.

Josh's voice: "I'll let you go soon. I know I always talk too much."

Cam leaned in, whispering low in her ear, "You gonna cum on my fingers while he's telling you how much he loves you?"

Naomi's mouth opened. No sound came out.

"Tell him goodbye," Cam growled.

She pressed a trembling hand to the counter, the other still jerking him off, body on fire. "Babe," she said, voice thin and shaking, "I gotta go. I'll text you later."

Josh, sweet and unsuspecting: "Alright. I love you."

She closed her eyes.

"I... love you too."

She hit the end call button with a trembling finger.

And then she came.

Hard.

Her body jerked in Cam's arms as her orgasm tore through her--wet and shaking, biting her fist to keep from screaming.

Cam moaned into her neck as she squeezed his cock hard in her hand.

They didn't say anything for a long moment.

Only the sound of her breath. His heartbeat.

Her panties soaked. His cock twitching in her grip.

And the phone, silent now on the counter.

---

Chapter Nineteen: The Worst Kind of Right

Naomi was still trembling, fingers curled around the edge of the counter, her breath shallow and uneven.

Cam stood behind her, his hand still between her legs, her wetness dripping down his fingers. Her other hand was still wrapped around his cock, slick and pulsing.

She turned her head slowly.

And looked him dead in the eyes.

Neither of them said a word.

She turned around.

He didn't hesitate.

They crashed into each other like they were starving. Cam grabbed her face and kissed her hard, mouths open, teeth clashing, tongues greedy. Naomi clawed at his shirt, dragging it up and over his head. He yanked hers off in one clean motion, her breasts bouncing free, nipples hard from the cold air and his touch.

They tore each other's clothes off like they hated fabric. Naomi's panties hit the floor. Cam's sweats followed.

Their bodies were bare, flushed, wild.

Cam gripped her thighs. "Jump."

She did.

He caught her mid-air--Naomi's legs wrapping tight around his waist--and slammed her back into the fridge with a thud.

"Cam--fuck--"

"I can't stop," he growled, mouth against her throat. "You're all I fucking think about."

She kissed him like she wanted to drown in it. "Then do it. Ruin me."

He didn't wait.

He lined himself up and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

Naomi screamed.

She was still so tight, so slick from what he'd just done to her, and his cock filled her all over again--stretching her deep, pushing into that ache she didn't even know she needed.

"Oh God--Cam--"

He grunted, pulling out halfway, then ramming back in, harder.

Naomi's head fell back against the fridge, her moans loud and open. "You're so fucking deep--"

Cam fucked her like a man unhinged. Holding her up with his strength alone, driving into her with full, powerful thrusts that made the fridge behind her rattle.

"You like this?" he hissed.

"I love it," she gasped.

"You love cheating on him?"

"Yes."

"You love letting your boyfriend's best friend fuck you like a toy in his kitchen?"

Naomi moaned louder, nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm a filthy fucking girlfriend."

Cam slammed into her harder, the wet sound of it echoing around the room.

"You're a terrible girlfriend," he growled, pounding into her. "Letting me do this--over and over--while he has no fucking clue."

"And you're a shitty best friend," she gasped, biting his neck. "You should feel guilty."

"I don't," he snarled. "I feel fucking right inside you."

Naomi started to fall apart again. Her voice cracked. Her pussy clenched around him.

"You're gonna make me cum--" she whimpered. "I can't--I'm so close--"

Cam slammed her against the fridge again, deeper this time, both hands on her ass, pulling her into him with every stroke.

"Then cum," he growled. "Cum all over my cock, right here where he eats breakfast."

Naomi shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave--loud, raw, blinding. Her nails dug into his back. Her thighs clenched around his hips. Her scream was muffled only by his mouth crashing over hers.

Cam didn't stop.

He kept thrusting into her, harder, faster, chasing his own high.

Naomi's eyes fluttered, barely able to hold on.

"Cum in me," she begged. "Do it. Make it worse."

And he did.

With a final growl, Cam slammed into her one last time and came--hard, deep, his cock pulsing inside her, his hands gripping her body like she was the only thing keeping him alive.

He held her there, still pressed to the fridge, both of them soaked in sweat, panting, trembling.

Naomi's head dropped to his shoulder.

Cam's mouth found her ear.

"We're not stopping," he whispered.

She nodded slowly. "We can't."

---

Chapter Twenty: Just One More Time

The sheets were still messy from earlier. The room smelled like sweat and skin and sin.

Naomi lay on her back, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still trembling.

"I have to be up at seven," she mumbled.

Cam didn't answer.

He was already kissing down her stomach again.

"Cam," she warned, smiling weakly. "Seriously, I need to sleep."

"Me too," he muttered, his voice hot against her skin. "Right after I'm inside you one more time."

Naomi bit her lip.

Then she spread her legs.

---

They fucked slower this time, in bed, under covers. But it was no less intense.

She was on her side. He held her from behind. His arm wrapped around her chest, his cock driving into her in deep, lazy thrusts while he kissed her neck and whispered filth in her ear.

She came again--soft, breathy, biting a pillow.

And when he finished inside her, groaning her name and burying his face in her hair, he didn't let go.

They stayed tangled together, skin on skin, until they both finally drifted off.

---

The next day.

Naomi came home from work, hair up, makeup faded, her body tired in ways she couldn't explain--though none of it had to do with the job.

Cam was waiting on the couch.

"Dinner?" he asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

She dropped her bag and kicked off her shoes. "Only if you're buying."

He smirked. "I already ordered the car."

---

They ate burgers at a corner diner and barely spoke--just shared glances and knowing smiles, legs brushing under the table. Naomi tried to pretend it was normal. That they were normal.

They weren't.

Not anymore.

Afterward, Cam asked if she wanted to see a movie. Something dumb. Loud. Distraction.

She said yes without thinking.

---

The theater was almost empty.

A late-night showing of some forgettable thriller. Loud music, dim lighting, and only four people scattered across the back half of the theater.

Cam led her to the last row.

They sank into the seats, side by side. The armrest between them was already up.

Naomi exhaled, eyes on the screen.

And then she felt his hand.

Sliding up her thigh.

"Cam," she whispered, barely audible over the pounding soundtrack. "Stop."

He didn't stop.

His hand crept higher, fingers teasing just beneath the hem of her skirt.

"Someone could see--"

Cam's eyes never left the screen.

But his fingers slipped under the fabric and found her panties, already damp.

Naomi grabbed his wrist.

But she didn't move it away.

"Cam," she breathed again, biting her lip. "We can't..."

He finally looked at her.

And smiled.

The movie kept playing. Gunshots. Screams. Tension.

But none of it mattered.

Not compared to the slow, aching burn of his fingers brushing over the thin fabric covering her.

Naomi glanced nervously toward the aisle. No one was looking.

Her heart pounded harder than anything on the screen.

And still...

She didn't stop him.

---

Chapter Twenty-One: Keep Quiet

The screen flickered, loud and chaotic--explosions, music, flashing lights.

But Naomi barely saw it.

Because Cam's fingers were under her panties now--two of them, thick and slow, pumping inside her while his thumb circled her clit in lazy, practiced strokes. Her thighs trembled. Her breath came fast and shallow, and she had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from moaning.

They were at the very back. No one nearby. Just shadows in the corners of the nearly empty theater.

But it still felt insane.

Cam leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear. "So wet already..."

Naomi bit back a sound, grabbing his arm, nails digging in.

She was so close. So stupidly close.

His fingers curled perfectly--again, and again--and then--

Her orgasm hit her like a silent scream. Her body locked up, her thighs clamping around his wrist as she spasmed on his fingers, shaking from head to toe. She buried her face against his shoulder and squeaked softly, biting down to keep the sound in.

Cam smiled.

He pulled his fingers free and brought them to his lips, tasting her.

Naomi blinked, still catching her breath.

Then looked down.

He was painfully hard under his jeans.

She glanced around--the people below still focused on the screen--then slowly slid to her knees in front of him.

Cam's breath hitched. "Naomi--"

She undid his zipper silently.

Freed him.

He was already thick and leaking, and she wasted no time. She took him into her mouth, soft and slow at first, then deeper, sloppier. Her head bobbed between his knees, one hand gripping the base, the other pressed to his thigh as she tried to keep quiet while sucking him the way she knew drove him insane.

Cam gritted his teeth, one hand in her hair. "You're... not normal."

She glanced up, eyes glassy.

And took him deeper.

Wet sounds filled the space between them. She gagged softly once. Twice. Spit dripping from her lips to his cock, her tongue teasing his tip before plunging back down again.

He bucked his hips--once--and she moaned softly, accidentally, sending vibrations through him.

"Naomi," he hissed. "Stop. I'm gonna cum."

She didn't stop.

But he did.

He pulled her up suddenly, kissing her hard, his cock slick against her belly.

"Turn around," he growled.

Naomi blinked. "Cam--"

"Now."

She obeyed.

Turned her back to him.

Lifted her skirt.

Cam pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling him backwards, and with one hand on her hip, the other guiding himself--

He slid into her.

She gasped.

They both froze.

She was still soaked. Still tight. Still trembling from her earlier orgasm.

He gripped her hips, and she began to move--slowly, carefully. Grinding in slow circles, his cock deep and hot inside her as she sat back on him in reverse cowgirl.

"Stay quiet," he whispered.

She nodded, biting her lip, breath caught in her throat.

The screen flickered in front of them, some dramatic monologue playing.

But all she felt was him. His hands on her waist. His cock dragging against every nerve. The tension. The pressure. The wrongness.

She rode him with quiet desperation--slow, deep strokes, her thighs burning, his breath hot behind her. He grunted softly, hands roaming under her shirt, gripping her breasts, kissing her spine.

She leaned forward slightly, angling him deeper.

Her orgasm started to build again.

Then something caught her eye.

A few rows down.

A man--maybe mid-thirties, hoodie up--had turned around.

He was looking.

Straight at her.

His head tilted slightly. Then... he didn't turn back.

Naomi's eyes widened. Her breath caught. Her body clenched hard around Cam's cock.

"Oh my God," she squeaked--barely audible.

Cam didn't stop.

He grunted low, sensing it. "What?"

"Someone's watching," she whispered. "He's watching me."

And she came.

Harder than she expected. Her body trembled violently on Cam's lap as her mouth dropped open, her hands flying to the back of the seat in front of them to steady herself.

Her pussy pulsed around him like it was trying to hold him.

Cam groaned, bit her shoulder, and thrust deep--once, twice--before spilling inside her with a quiet, growling curse.

They sat like that. Still. Fused together.

Naomi breathing fast.

Cam panting.

The man in the hoodie finally turned back around.

Naomi leaned forward, shivering, her skin flushed and shining.

Cam leaned into her back, still inside.

Neither of them said a word.

But both of them knew:

They were so far gone now.

---

Chapter Twenty-Two: Closer Than Sex

The car was dark except for the soft glow of the dashboard.

Naomi sat with her knees pulled into the passenger seat, hoodie zipped up over her rumpled dress, hair a little wild. Her thighs were still sticky, and her cheeks were still pink.

Cam drove one-handed, his other arm resting casually between them, his mouth twitching in a smirk.

She caught him looking at her.

"What?" she asked, grinning despite herself.

"You're ridiculous."

Naomi raised an eyebrow. "I'm ridiculous? You started that."

"You were the one who came on my lap with an audience."

She laughed and slapped his arm lightly. "That wasn't my plan."

"Liar."

She looked out the window for a moment, smiling, heart still fluttering from the movie theater.

Then she said it--quietly, playfully.

"We've become absolute filth."

Cam chuckled. "In just a few days."

"Seriously," she said, shaking her head. "Three days ago I was packing Josh's suitcase and baking banana bread. Now I'm riding his best friend in a movie theater."

"And calling him while I had my hand down your panties," Cam added, grinning.

Naomi covered her face. "God, we're awful."

"The worst."

There was a beat of silence. Then she glanced over at him.

"But I don't want to stop."

Cam didn't even hesitate. "Good. Because I won't."

She smiled.

Not proud.

Not ashamed.

Just honest.

---

Back at the apartment, Naomi stripped out of her clothes and pulled on one of Cam's shirts. He watched her from the doorway, eyes still hungry, but he didn't push her.

She looked tired.

Not worn down--just full. Emotionally full. Like too much had happened for one day.

She slipped into bed, pulling the sheets to her chin.

Cam followed, shirtless, sliding in behind her.

She turned to face him.

They didn't say anything.

Just looked.

His hand brushed her cheek, and she leaned in and kissed him--slow and sweet, no tongue, just heat and breath and something that felt too tender to be lust.

He kissed her again.

And again.

And then they were pressed chest to chest, limbs tangled, his nose buried in her hair, her hand resting over his heart.

"This feels worse," she whispered.

He pulled back just enough to see her face. "What does?"

She swallowed. "Not fucking you. Just... holding you. Kissing like this."

Cam brushed his thumb over her lips. "Because it's real."

She nodded.

And that was the last thing they said.

They kissed once more--long and slow--and then curled into each other, her face tucked under his chin, their legs intertwined beneath the sheets.

And that night, they slept closer than they ever had before.

Not because of sex.

But because they knew--

This wasn't just lust anymore.

It was something much, much more dangerous.

---

Chapter Twenty-Three: In Plain Sight

The apartment was quiet when Naomi got home.

She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag, already softening at the smell of leftover pasta from lunch. Cam was stretched across the couch, shirtless in sweats, legs spread. He looked up from his phone as she walked in.

"You're home early," he said, sitting up and patting the spot next to him.

She slid in beside him, her body instinctively leaning into his. "Had a short shift. I missed this couch."

Cam smirked. "You mean you missed me."

She gave him a look but didn't argue.

They ate lazily--leftovers, quiet conversation, soft smiles--and then settled back on the couch together. Her legs draped over his lap. One of his hands found its way under her shirt.

Just the edge of it.

Fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach.

Naomi sighed and relaxed into the cushions. "We should stop touching like this when we're not planning to go all the way."

"Who said we're not?"

His hand slid higher.

She bit her lip.

And then--Buzz. Buzz.

Her phone lit up.

Josh (video call) -- Incoming.

Naomi and Cam both froze.

She hesitated, then hit accept and set the phone against the couch armrest. Josh's smiling face filled the screen.

"Hey, babe," he said brightly. "Hey, Cam. You guys look cozy."

Cam gave a lazy grin. "It's your couch, man."

Naomi chuckled. "We were just watching TV."

She tried to sound casual. Normal.

Josh didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

Cam's hand, however, had slid beneath the waistband of her leggings, fingertips tracing dangerously close to heat.

Naomi shifted slightly, crossing one leg over the other, trying to trap his hand--but it only encouraged him.

Josh kept talking. "Just wanted to say I'll be back a little later tonight. My last meeting ran long, and I figured I'd grab dinner before hitting the road."

"That's fine," Naomi said, voice tight. "Drive safe."

Cam's fingers were on her inner thigh now, brushing upward with maddening patience.

Josh was still talking. "You two doing okay? Apartment still standing?"

Cam's hand slid all the way between her legs and cupped her over her panties. Naomi tensed, forcing a smile.

Cam responded casually. "Yeah. Naomi's been handling things like a pro."

Naomi swallowed hard.

Josh laughed. "I'm sure. You guys are the best."

Naomi's stomach twisted. She smiled again, shallow and fake, as Cam's fingers rubbed her slowly through the fabric--taunting her, testing her limits.

"Anyway," Josh said, "I'll text before I leave. Miss you, babe."

"Miss you too," Naomi breathed, just as Cam pinched her gently through the fabric.

She managed to keep her face still--barely.

Then the call ended.

The second the screen went black, she let out a strangled moan.

Cam was already pulling her into his lap, yanking her leggings down. "That," he growled into her ear, "was the filthiest thing we've done yet."

Naomi turned, straddled him, already pulling her shirt over her head. "We're disgusting."

"You're disgusting," he muttered, dragging his tongue up her throat. "Letting me finger you while you smile at your boyfriend."

"You were worse," she gasped, grinding against him. "You were so casual."

He grinned like the devil. "He really thinks we're good people."

"Fucking idiot."

Cam flipped her onto her back right on the couch cushions and yanked her panties down.

They were both half-naked, flushed, breathing hard. He was already rock hard. She was soaked.

He didn't wait.

He slammed into her in one deep thrust and they both moaned--loud, open, feral.

Naomi gripped the cushions. "We're fucking animals."

"You love it," Cam snarled. "You love that he trusts you while you take me everywhere in this apartment."

She moaned louder. "I want to cum all over the couch he paid for."

He fucked her harder, no mercy, their bodies slamming together.

"I want you to scream," he growled. "Louder than you ever did with him."

"Fuck me, Cam--fuck me till I forget his name--"

She came hard, crying out, her body twisting on the couch, fingers digging into his back.

Cam wasn't far behind. He gripped her hips and pounded into her, chasing it, wild and rough until he exploded inside her, groaning her name, his body shaking with it.

They collapsed together in a heap, limbs tangled, chests heaving.

Neither said a word.

Because they didn't have to.

They were already too far gone.

---

Chapter Twenty-Four: Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Naomi moved quickly through the apartment, tying up her hair and wiping sweat from her neck as she glanced around. The air still felt too full--like it held echoes of what they'd just done on the couch.

She tidied every corner.

Straightened pillows.

Flushed tissues.

Sprayed Febreze.

Cam watched from the hallway, shirtless and smug, clearly amused as she zipped through the kitchen, wiping counters like she was trying to erase her own guilt.

"He's going to walk in and smell the sin," she muttered, tossing a dish towel into the laundry.

"He's going to walk in and hug you," Cam replied, leaning against the doorframe. "And you're going to smile at him with my cum still inside you."

Naomi stopped mid-step, shivering.

"Stop saying things like that."

Cam raised a brow. "Why?"

"Because I'm already..." she sighed, voice lower, "... so far gone."

She padded down the hall toward the bathroom, needing to rinse off, clear her head, reset. The shower turned on with a hiss, and warm steam began to fill the room as she stepped out of her clothes, sliding the curtain closed behind her.

She let the water hit her back, eyes closed, breath slow.

But just as her body started to relax--

The door opened.

The curtain swept aside.

And Cam stepped in.

Naked. Wet-eyed. Stormy.

No words.

He turned her around and kissed her hard, water splashing around them, steam curling between their bodies as their mouths collided--messy, hot, hungry.

Naomi whimpered into his kiss, gripping his arms. "Cam--"

"No," he growled against her lips. "I need you again."

His hands slid down her sides. "I need to be inside you."

She leaned into him, breath ragged. "We're addicted to this."

"Say it."

"We're lying, cheating people now."

"Say more."

Her mouth brushed his jaw. "I have a boyfriend who loves me."

He pressed her to the tile, hand guiding his cock between her thighs. "And you're still letting me take you."

She gasped as he pushed inside--slow and deep at first, thick and hot, until she was full of him.

"Because I can't stop," she whispered.

Cam started to thrust--hard, fast, water cascading down their bodies. Her back hit the tile with every stroke. She clung to his shoulders, moaning into his mouth.

He growled into her neck, voice low and rough. "You're mine, Naomi. You've been his girl for years--but now you're my fuck toy."

She whimpered. "Only yours."

"Say it."

"I want you to use me."

He thrust harder. The shower echoed with wet, rhythmic sounds and broken gasps.

"I'll fuck you," he muttered. "As long as you'll let me."

"Always," she gasped, legs shaking. "Whenever Josh isn't looking--take me."

"You love it."

"I do," she moaned. "I'm your filthy secret."

Cam pinned her arms above her head and started pounding into her--deep, rough, but so perfectly angled her whole body arched with every thrust.

"You gonna cum again?" he growled.

"I--yes--don't stop--"

She broke again, crying out as her orgasm slammed into her, her entire body jolting under the water. Cam followed her seconds later, burying himself deep and groaning as he came with her name on his lips.

They stayed tangled under the water, breathing hard, the steam hiding the blush on both their faces.

Naomi rested her head on his chest.

Cam kissed her hair, quieter now.

"This is wrong."

She nodded.

"And we're never going to stop."

Another nod.

Then she looked up at him, smiling despite herself.

"Dry off," she whispered. "He'll be home soon."

---

Chapter Twenty-Five (New Final Version): The Invitation

The front door clicked open, and Josh stepped inside, duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

"Smells like takeout," he said, grinning. "God, I missed this place."

Naomi stood in the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter with a glass of wine. "You mean you missed me."

Josh came over and wrapped her in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "That too."

From the couch, Cam looked up, resting one arm behind his head. "Glad you made it back in one piece."

Josh laughed. "Barely. My flight was full of screaming toddlers and a guy who thought deodorant was optional."

Naomi winced. "Yikes."

Cam smirked. "We held it down while you were gone."

Naomi shot him a tiny glance over the rim of her glass. "We definitely... kept things interesting."

Josh didn't catch the tone. He tossed his bag down and grabbed a water. "You two are dangerous. Honestly glad you didn't kill each other."

Cam's eyes flicked to Naomi. "Would've been a very... messy way to go."

She bit her lip. Josh took a swig of his drink.

"You're both acting weird," he said, half-laughing.

Naomi shrugged. "We just missed you."

Josh leaned against the counter and looked between them. "It's nice. The three of us. I like this."

Naomi smiled, soft and sweet. "Yeah," she said. "It's... perfect."

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Later that night, they all ended up on the couch, a movie playing but barely watched.

Naomi's feet were in Josh's lap, her head resting lazily against the armrest. Cam sat nearby, flipping through his phone, quiet, but very aware.

When the credits rolled, Josh stood and stretched.

"I'm wiped," he said, reaching down for Naomi's hand. "Come to bed?"

She gave a sleepy nod and rose, brushing her hair behind her ear. Cam stood too, moving toward the hallway.

"Night, man," Josh said, clapping his shoulder.

"'Night," Cam said. "Good to have you back."

Naomi lingered behind Josh, just a beat. Her voice dropped as she passed Cam. Soft. Measured.

"Leave your door open," she whispered, lips near his ear.

Cam didn't move.

Didn't nod.

Didn't need to.

She turned and walked away, her fingers laced with Josh's as they disappeared into the bedroom together.

The hallway light hummed softly behind them.

Cam stood still.

Waiting.

Listening.

Smiling.

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The End.