As Greg rose to his feet, Cammy instinctively reached for him, her intentions clear in the way she looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. She began to lower herself, but Greg caught her elbows, halting her movement.
His gaze burned into hers, a mix of amusement and desire flickering across his face. "And what exactly do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice husky.
Cammy met his eyes, unwavering. "It's your turn. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," she said, her voice soft yet certain.
A slow, knowing smirk curled on Greg's lips. As tempting as her offer was, he had other plans—plans that involved her completely unraveling beneath him. "No need for that," he murmured. "Turn around…"
Before she could react, he gently guided her, pressing her hands against the cool, tiled wall. His fingers skimmed along her waist, pulling her back toward him, molding their bodies together.
