She can't be a virgin

**~Camila’s POV~**

I whimpered and quivered in my bed as his hand rubbed the lotion over my body; I had no idea what was happening to me and didn’t want him to stop. I could feel how extremely wet I was, to the point that if I stood up from where I was, the bedsheets would be fucking wet from what came out of my sex. This had never happened to me before.

*Why didn’t I get wet the day I saw those people fucking? They were having sex, and I was there to witness it. Why wasn’t I drenched? I’m puzzled as I sit on top of this bed. I swear I lost my ability to speak. What is this sensation and why don’t I want him to stop?*

Chris’s hand slid into my private area as he tried to apply the lotion. I believe he did it on purpose. As he came into contact with my wetness, his eyes widened. My body ached with insatiable curiosity and desires. A restless desire kept me on my toes. My heart raced with even greater curiosity as his palm touched my moisture. I desire him to touch me once again. I don’t want him to stop. Chris was well aware that what he was doing was driving me nuts. However, he went ahead and did it. I bit my bottom lips shut to prevent a moan from escaping. I would be humiliated if I gave in to Chris. My gut was churning. For the love of God, Camila, he is simply applying lotion. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I hurled myself at Chris, my lips colliding with his.

*What the hell am I doing?*

I withdrew when I realized I was nothing but a trophy wife whom he wanted to play mommy to his son. What in God’s name was I thinking? My hands flew to cover my lips. My eyes were wide open in shock as a result of what I’d done.

“I’m..so…” Chris pressed his lips against mine, preventing me from apologizing. He shoved me into the center of the bed. His hand lifted my arms above my head, trapping me in the bed and preventing me from moving while he kissed me. His other hand trailed down to my breast and pressed against my nipple. I groaned and screamed his name.

“Chris.”

*What the fuck is wrong with me?*

I felt myself arching against him, bringing our bodies’ most intimate regions into contact. I took away his towel. This man, Jesus, was built like a tank. As our private body parts came into contact, I slid my hands down his powerful physique. My lips slipped into another moan. I heard a roar coming from Chris’s mouth. His lips brushed against mine incessantly. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and I was carried away by a flood of yearning I had never imagined possible. I moaned as I felt his hand pressing against my lower region. His finger slid inside my core. He started rubbing in circles. In horror, I screamed his name. I don’t know what is happening, but I sure don’t want him to stop. I could feel something building inside of me. I couldn’t take it. The moans I’ve been swallowing. I trembled uncontrollably and something came out of my sex as quaver beneath him. His lips never left mine. He broke the kiss. I was in a daze, I didn’t understand a thing. I was shocked and looked at Chris all surprised. He then opened my legs and started drinking the liquid that came out of my sex. He shoved his finger inside my sex, I yelled and leaped to my feet, standing on the bed. My hands rushed to my mouth to muffle it. We were both naked at this point. I dashed to the restroom and shut the door.

*What was that? What on earth was I thinking? Did I really do something like that with that man whore? Camila, are you out of your mind? He will simply strip you of your innocence and abandon you. My hands raced to my face to conceal a scream.*

**~Christopher’s POV~**

*How could she have shaken my universe and leaped in that way? Could she possibly be a virgin... My eyes widened. However, she was spotted in a swinger club. How is that even possible? No, she is far too sophisticated. She cannot be a virgin. That is inconceivable.*

My mumbling remained difficult.

*Fuck! Camille.*

I put on my sweatpants and went to my study. I verified the photographs Robin supplied me. That is precisely what she desired. I grinned. I rubbed my chin, I needed a release, there is no fucking way I’m sleeping like this. Fuck, this chick was talented in every way. Her kisses and lips wrapped around my… Fuck! Tomorrow she’ll be 22, but she isn’t talking about her birthday. That is unusual for a female. Women revere their birthdays, but Camille does not. I’m beginning to believe she has no idea tomorrow is her birthday. Of course, assuming the date on our marriage certificate is accurate, I exited the study and went into the room to discover her already asleep. I crawled to my bed and encircled her in my arms. The next morning, we awoke to Liam singing Happy Birthday to his mother while holding a cake that I believe Mary helped him with making the cake. I noticed my petite wife wiping away a tear. To be sure, it appears as though Liam has truly stolen her heart. Today, I was not going to work. I wanted to spend time with her because it was her birthday. Everything had been discussed with my helpers, and they agreed to assist. They were all smitten with her.

She does not regard them as servants; she regards them as family members. She is a mother figure to many, despite her youth. I truly want to meet her family one day. To be honest, she’s the best, only she’s supposed to be more like a younger sister to me than a wife. Mary and the other assistants escorted her to lunch later in the day.

Robin and I proceeded to the building, and it was really stunning. For a man like me, the press will always follow me wherever I go. This is exactly what my wife desired, and I delivered. I’m sure she’d love it.

While Robin and I were organizing her birthday party, I described to Mary what I wanted them to do. To be sure, it’s fortunate that the press is here in the first place for my benefit. They wouldn’t give a damn about me banging ladies. I came dangerously close to crossing the line with Camille last night. Fuck! That girl. She is going to make life difficult for me. Nobody kisses quite as she does. Nobody has sucked me in recently. They are all incapable of sucking. Fuck, Camille is infiltrating my life at a rate that even I can’t keep up with... However, no one is concerned about her youth. Is it just me who has a problem with our age difference? I swear I love her, yet I am unable to own her. I despise seeing her sad. To everyone else, she is more like a mother than an employer. I love my wife and it would break my heart to see her with someone else. Each time I fuck a lady, I’m aware that it hurts her womanly pride to witness me fucking around. She needs to understand that we will never have sex as a husband and wife should. She’s too young.

Perhaps I need to comprehend that she needs to find a boyfriend. No, I would murder anyone who dares to touch what’s mine. What is mine is untouchable, no one touches what belongs to me.

Everything was in order, and I was confident that Mary and the girls would arrive shortly. I dispatched a car to summon them to the spot.

*Fuck!*

I’m hoping she’s still dressed in her sweatpants. Otherwise, I would look like a fool chasing her up and down. Camille without sweatpants is fire and ice at the same time. I’m just hoping they didn’t forget the blindfold. As a good spouse should, I waited outside the building for her. She came down not wearing sweatpants.

Fuck! Does this girl want to kill me? Why is her thigh exposed in that way? The slit is excessive. Why was she compelled to dress in such a manner? She should have dressed like the mother she is, in sweatpants.

“Do you like the dress boss? I selected it for her. Madam is really beautiful today.” Said Robin, the man I hate right now.

“I’m not paying you this month!”

“Why not?”

“Because I will be doing your job tonight. Thanks to you, everyone will be eye-fucking my wife. You fucking turned me into a bodyguard today.”