My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 165: Comfort of His Embrace

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.

Cammy gasped, her breath catching at the sudden intensity of their closeness. Every nerve in her body buzzed with anticipation, her senses drowning in the heat radiating from him. Greg leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Hold on tight," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise.

She barely had a moment to steady herself before he moved, slow at first, then deep, measured force. A soft cry escaped her lips, her fingers pressing into the wall as waves of sensation crashed over her.

Greg’s grip tightened around her waist, anchoring her to him as he set the pace, his breaths uneven, his control slipping with each passing second.

The bathroom was filled with the sound of hurried, heated breaths and the occasional, desperate whisper of each other’s names. The intensity built between them, an unstoppable force pulling them toward the edge, until nothing else existed beyond the moment they shared.

"G-Greg, s-slow down... ahh!" Cammy gasped, her voice trembling between sobs of pleasure as he moved with unrelenting urgency.

Her words begged for restraint, but her body told him otherwise. The way she clenched around him, the way her breath hitched with every deep thrust—it only fueled his desire further. He could feel it, the way she was unraveling, the way she was teetering on the edge, and he wasn’t far behind.

"Not so fast..." she pleaded, her voice barely more than a breathless whimper. But Greg was beyond stopping now. Instead, he reached forward, capturing both of her wrists and pulling them behind her, locking her in place.

A startled moan escaped her lips, her body arching as his grip tightened, as he drove into her deeper, harder.

"Fuck! Ahh! Just like that... right there!" she cried out, her voice echoing against the tiled walls.

A wicked smirk played on Greg’s lips as he felt her tighten even more, the pressure building to an unbearable peak for both of them. He wasn’t letting her go until they both shattered completely.

"Ahh, Cammy... fuck... cum with me... I need to feel you," Greg groaned, his voice thick with desperation and raw desire.

But his words barely registered in Cammy’s pleasure-dazed mind. She was already lost, drowning in the overwhelming sensation, her body trembling on the brink of release. The pressure inside her coiled so tight, she felt as if she might shatter.

"Please... don’t stop... please, Greg, please!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.

Her desperate cries only pushed Greg further over the edge, knowing that it was him—only him—who could make her fall apart like this. His grip on her tightened, his movements turning erratic. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"I won’t stop, baby... come on, give it to me," he growled, his breath ragged.

And then it hit—her body clenched around him, gripping him in a pulsing, relentless rhythm as she cried out in pure, unrestrained bliss. The force of her climax dragged him under with her, and with a deep, shuddering groan, Greg let go, surrendering to the pleasure as he followed her into the abyss of euphoria.

For a moment, neither of them moved, bodies tangled together, chests rising and falling in sync, the heat of their passion lingering in the air.

Cammy was the first to move, though her body protested with exhaustion. She nearly collapsed against the cold tiled wall, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. With shaky hands, she pressed against her knees, laughing softly.

"My legs... I think they’ve officially given up on me," she joked, throwing a sideways glance at Greg.

Greg smirked, his own breath still uneven, and reached for her, pulling her into his arms. "Come here," he murmured, his voice deep and soothing as he cradled her against him. "I’ve got you."

She melted into his warmth, resting her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Well, at least now you’ll sleep soundly," she teased, sighing in contentment.

"And so will you," he countered, running a hand lazily down her spine. "We both needed this. It’s been one hell of a week. What do you say we take a vacation? A real one. with Dylan."

Cammy tilted her head up, her lips curling into a soft smile. "That sounds amazing. Let’s do it after the annual gala. It’s perfect timing—Dylan will probably head back to school a week after that."

Greg nodded, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. "Where do you want to go?"

A glimmer of something deeper flickered in her eyes before she whispered, "I want to visit my dad. I want you to meet him."

Surprise flashed across Greg’s face, quickly replaced by a warm smile. Without hesitation, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead and whispered, "Then let’s book the tickets."

Cammy’s heart swelled at his response. She hadn’t expected him to agree so easily, but that was Greg—always all in, always ready. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, inhaling his scent, allowing herself to revel in the comfort of his embrace.

For the first time in a long while, she felt completely at peace, despite the problems that they were facing and about to receive.