Cammy's lips curled into a playful smirk as she trailed her finger down Greg's chest, tracing a slow path from his collarbone to the waistband of his pants.
She hooked her finger into the fabric and gave a teasing tug, pulling him closer with a bold flick of her wrist.
"Do we have time for this?" she murmured, sounding mischievous.
Greg's lips twitched as he met her gaze. "Even if we don't, I'll make time for it." His voice was thick, dark, filled with a promise that made Cammy's breath hitch.
His hands skimmed up her thighs, fingers grazing the soft skin beneath her skirt. Cammy's breath grew shallow, her body humming with anticipation as Greg leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
