My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 73: That Night in the Villa

Cammy rolled her eyes and pointed firmly toward the bathroom door. "Out! You pervert!"

Greg chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I’m leaving. No need for name-calling."

"You earned it!" Cammy retorted, shoving him toward the door. Greg, being playful, leaned back slightly to make it harder for her to push him, laughing all the while.

With a determined effort, she finally managed to push him out and lock the door behind him. As she leaned against it, catching her breath, a rush of memories from their night at the villa—particularly in the shower—suddenly came flooding back, making her cheeks flush.

********

That night in the villa...

"I should wash up..." Cammy mumbled, attempting to stand. But as she rose, her legs gave way, and she stumbled back onto the bed. "Oh my goodness!"

Greg shot to his feet, concern etched on his face. "What’s wrong? Are you okay?"

"My legs..." Cammy began but quickly stopped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The truth was undeniable—Greg had completely overwhelmed her, leaving her legs weak after making her reach heights of pleasure she’d never experienced before, not even with Duncan.

Greg smirked knowingly, fully aware of Cammy’s predicament. "Legs giving out on you, huh?"

Cammy avoided his gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need a little rest, that’s all."

"Rest won’t cut it," Greg countered with a playful grin. "And let’s not forget—you’re tipsy. This could take hours."

Before Cammy could respond, she let out a surprised yelp as Greg scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her in a princess-style hold toward the bathroom. "Hey! Put me down! I can manage on my own!" she protested, squirming in his arms.

Greg chuckled, unfazed by her objections. "I doubt it. Besides, I could use a shower too. So why not save time and do it together?" he teased, quickening his pace toward the bathroom door.

When they reached the shower, Greg glanced at her and asked, "Can you stand?"

Cammy nodded quickly, turning away to hide her front from his gaze, particularly her mommy pooch. She moved to turn on the shower, determined to clean up swiftly, fully aware that Greg had no intention of leaving her alone in the bathroom.

"Hey, come here," Greg said softly, pulling her gently toward him until her back rested against his chest.

"I-I just need to clean up. I feel sticky," Cammy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to brush off his touch and focus on the task at hand.

"No problem, I’ll help you..." Greg did not waste time and he leaned over for his hand to reach between her legs.

"Greg!" Cammy almost squealed, not expecting him to do such a thing.

"Is this the spot where you feel sticky? Let me clean it for you," he whispered into her ear as his fingers started caressing her clit as warm water flow onto it. His other hand firmly holds her by the waist locking her in place.

"No, I-I... Greg..." Cammy uttered senselessly when he started kissing her neck and ear. His hand traveled from her waist to her breast, massaging it so well.

"Oh, not here? Maybe here then..." he said before he slid two of his fingers inside her pussy.

"Oh, ahh..." Cammy rolled her head back as she moaned. Her hands firmly gripped the stainless grab bar on the shower wall.

"That’s it, Cammy. Moan louder for me. Let everyone know how good I am making you feel."

"G-Greg... Ahh!" she moaned harder as his fingers moved faster inside her. She could feel him getting harder behind her, and could already imagine what would happen next to her.

And she was not wrong...

Greg pulled out his fingers from her only to grab her waist, positioning her as he got ready to enter her from behind.

Everything happened fast and the next thing she knew, his hard cock was already inside her.

"Oh god... Greg! Wait!" Cammy said, her knees almost giving up even though he was moving slowly inside her. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Just enjoy it, Cammy. Let go... I got you," he said as he pounded her slow but deep.

"M-My legs... They’re gonna give up!" she finally exclaimed.

"Oh!" Greg chuckled and with a swift move he pulled out and made her face him. "Wrapped your arms around my neck," he added.

Cammy, still disoriented, furrowed her brows in confusion. "What are you doing?"

Before she could fully process his intentions, Greg swiftly lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the cool tiled wall.

A gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively clung to him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, driven by a sudden fear of slipping on the slick floor beneath them.

"Is this better?" Greg smirked one last time before going back in.

"Ahh..." Cammy leans her head against the wall as she feels his hard cock go in and out of her.

"Cammy? What’s taking so long? You’re not falling asleep again, are you?"

Greg’s voice from the other side of the door snapped her back to reality. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized her hands had wandered, touching herself, without her noticing while she was lost in thoughts of their night together.

"I’m awake! Stop rushing me," she called back, her voice flustered, before quickly making her way to the shower.

’My goodness! What just happened?’ she asked herself inwardly. She had never touched herself before, but the thought of making love with Greg always made her blood boil. It makes her crave him which she hasn’t experienced with her own husband before.

’This is not good. What is happening to me? Am I turning into a maniac?’ she thought.

After getting dressed, she found Greg standing by the window in her room, seemingly deep in thought.

"You look serious," she said, breaking the silence.

Greg turned around, slightly startled by her voice. "I’m just thinking about what Duncan’s potential demands might be. He has a strong lawyer on his side—Attorney Randolf Evans. He’s as skilled as Grace, Cammy."

"I know him," she replied with a nod. "And I have to admit, you’re right—he’s very good."

"What do you think he’ll demand from you? Any ideas?" Greg asked, his tone serious.

Cammy sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. "Since he’s already threatened me with Dylan’s custody—knowing Dylan means everything to me—I think he might try to force me to surrender my father’s company to him. Duncan is greedy, and money is all he really cares about. That’s the only thing I can see him wanting from me."

Greg paused, processing her words. He had considered that possibility before, but after meeting Duncan, he felt certain the man wouldn’t stop there.

"Cammy," Greg said after a moment, his voice low and cautious, "Duncan won’t let you go that easily. His public image is everything to him, and I doubt he’d settle for just taking your father’s company."

Cammy looked at him, worry etched on her face. "What do you think he wants, then?"

Greg hesitated before replying, his voice almost defeated. "What if he wants more? What if he actually files for custody and somehow wins? Or worse... what if he’s doing all this because he still wants you?" His gaze locked onto hers, filled with concern and worry.