Claiming Camille by Louise McBain

Author:Louise McBain [McBain, Louise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642471212
Published: 2020-02-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Stealthy Sex Ninjas

The ride to Hannah’s Dupont Circle townhouse was like an erotic fantasy. There was something undeniably hot about traveling to a specific destination with the express purpose of stripping a new lover naked and fucking them senseless. A vibrating purple motorcycle only made things more provocative. But Camille didn’t need extrinsic accelerants. Merely thinking about Hannah’s body was enough to quicken her pulse. She pushed herself back on the bike to ease the friction against her crotch. She needed to pace herself. Though Hannah had more than responded to the liberties Camille had taken in the teahouse, she doubted the redhead would be impressed if Camille dry-humped herself to orgasm on New Hampshire Avenue.

She tried to distract herself with the passing cityscape. The late nineteenth-century townhouses lining the avenue were beautiful. Made of locally mined limestone and brick, they created a timeless aesthetic that mirrored Camille’s neighborhood in San Francisco. Over the decades, the formerly rundown area had been completely colonized by upscale young professionals. Each townhouse now had a perfectly manicured garden, framed by an ornate wrought-iron fence. It reminded Camille of the first row of a glorious, patchwork quilt.

Dupont Circle was named for the traffic circle that connected residential DC to downtown and was known for having a large LGBT population. Each year, in the spring, it hosted the Capital Pride Parade, and at Halloween, a drag race that had nothing to do with cars.

Hannah pulled the Harley into a parking space in front of a magnificent gray, stone townhouse. Camille peered up at the elegant building with the covered front porch and turreted tower, and guessed it was built around 1900. Her place in San Francisco dated a little older at 1890.

“Is this you?”

“That’s my girl.”

“She’s really beautiful.”

“I can’t take any credit. I bought her fully renovated.” Hannah dismounted the bike and offered a hand to Camille. Long fingers wrapped easily around her elbow, keeping her steady as she slid to the sidewalk. When Camille was safely on the ground, the fingers did not let go, but crept higher on her arm.

“I wish I was one of those hot carpenter chicks. But growing up with just my mom we weren’t very handy. I swear there wasn’t a tool in our whole house. If we needed a screwdriver she used a butter knife.” She lightly stroked Camille’s bicep.

“But your mom drove a motorcycle,” Camille said and smoothed her hand across the seat of the Harley, “how could she not be handy?”

“No one touched this baby but the guy at the shop. That’s why she’s still in such good condition.” Hannah squeezed Camille’s shoulder.

“So you had to become a hot soccer chick instead?” Camille heard her voice hitch, and knew she sounded like a teenager. But how was she expected to be cool when her body was on fire?

“It was the only other option,” Hannah said and continued to touch her, lightly running her fingers up and down her arm.

The two women stood smiling at each other on the sidewalk as Camille struggled to maintain control of her hands.

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