My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 114: Round Two (1)

Chapter 114: Round Two (1)

Their bodies lay tangled in the aftermath, their breaths still heavy, mingling in the quiet intimacy of the room. Neither of them spoke, simply listening to the steady rhythm of each other’s heartbeat, the warmth of their skin pressed together. It was a moment suspended in time—fragile, unspoken, but undeniably real.

As their breathing slowly steadied, Greg exhaled deeply and finally pulled away, reluctantly letting the moment slip between his fingers.

"Let’s get cleaned up," he murmured, reaching for the box of tissues. "You still need to go back to Dylan."

The mention of that name shattered the bubble between them. Greg felt a strange tightness in his chest, though he refused to acknowledge it.

Just as he was about to tend to her, Cammy gently took the tissue from his hand.

"I’ll do it myself, thank you," she said softly.

He watched her as she wiped away the remnants of their passion, something possessive and frustrated curling in his gut. But he said nothing. Instead, once she was done, he extended his hand, offering her silent support.

When she accepted, he pulled her up effortlessly, only to tug her closer, wrapping her in his arms. He pressed a lingering kiss against her lips, tasting both longing and inevitability.

"I’m glad you chose to stay with me tonight," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Cammy met his gaze, a knowing softness in her eyes as she smiled—the kind of smile that had a way of disarming him, of making him forget everything else.

"Because we are a team, are we not?" she murmured, her words weaving into his skin like an unspoken promise.

Greg narrowed his eyes slightly, something flickering behind them, but just as quickly, he masked it. He shifted his gaze to the clock on the wall, trying to ground himself in reality.

Cammy followed his line of sight and then, as if sensing the shift in his body, she smirked. She could feel him hardening against her, and it didn’t take much to figure out why he had glanced at the time.

"It’s only six p.m.," she murmured, her voice dipping into something teasing, something dangerous. She tilted her head, her eyes dark with invitation. "We still have time. Do you want to go again?"

Greg stilled.

He knew he had heard her right, but for a split second, he wasn’t sure if he had understood correctly. If she meant what he thought she did.

His jaw clenched, his pulse quickened, and when he met her gaze again, he found himself drowning in it.

Cammy smiled, slow and knowing, her fingers trailing down his chest.

And just like that, Greg’s restraint snapped.

Cammy caught the flicker of confusion in Greg’s eyes, his brows furrowing as he tried to make sense of what she had just said. She let out a soft chuckle, finding his clueless expression oddly endearing. Without a word, she subtly tilted her head and pointed with her lips toward the very obvious evidence of his desire straining against him.

"Oh..." Greg blinked before realization dawned on him. "Oh."

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Are you sure?" he asked, though his voice was already thick with anticipation. "I mean, of course, I want to, but are you really offering me another round?" His tone was teasing, but the hunger in his eyes betrayed him.

Cammy rolled her eyes, amusement dancing on her face as she slid her hands around the back of his neck, pulling him close until their lips were mere inches apart.

"Yes, I’m sure," she murmured against his lips, her breath warm, teasing. "I wouldn’t want to leave you hanging. I was the one who asked for it earlier, and you gave me everything I wanted. So..." She smirked, trailing her fingers lightly down his chest. "I think it’s only fair that, since your friend down there is asking, I should return the favor, don’t you?"

Greg’s breath hitched, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. ’Is it my lucky day or what?’ he thought to himself, barely able to contain his excitement.

Without warning, he bent down, gripping her firmly before hoisting her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Kya~!" Cammy shrieked in surprise, kicking her feet as she bounced against him.

Slap!

A sharp sting bloomed across her ass, making her gasp.

"Ouch! Greg!" she yelped, glaring at him upside down.

"So noisy," he muttered, smirking as he carried her toward the bathroom with ease.

Slap!

Another playful spank landed, making her squirm.

"Hey! Stop hitting my ass!" she protested, but Greg only chuckled, enjoying every second of it.

"Can’t help it," he said smugly. "It’s just too damn tempting."

As soon as they reached the shower, Greg reached past her and turned the knob, releasing a cascade of warm water that poured down onto her back, drenching her skin instantly. The heat of it sent a shiver down her spine, but before she could fully adjust, Greg set her down—only to claim her lips in a kiss so fierce, so consuming, that it stole the very breath from her lungs.

His hands tangled in her soaked hair, his lips moving feverishly against hers, tasting, devouring. Cammy tried to match his hunger, her fingers gripping onto his biceps, but he was relentless. He didn’t just want her kiss—he wanted all of her.

Breaking away from her lips, Greg trailed his mouth down the delicate curve of her neck, sucking lightly before moving lower, capturing one hardened peak between his lips. He lavished attention on both breasts, kneading and tasting, his tongue swirling over her sensitive skin.

Then, without warning, he pushed her back against the cool, tiled wall, sinking to his knees before her.

Their eyes locked. A heated, unspoken promise passed between them as he lifted her left leg, resting it over his shoulder, exposing her completely to him. Cammy barely had time to brace herself before Greg dove in, his tongue parting her folds with expert precision, seeking out the swollen bundle of nerves aching for him.