13
I glance around the luxury bathroom as I sit on the toilet.
It’s early morning and the sun is peeking through the side of the drapes. My eyes roam from the oval stone bathtub sitting in the center of the room, then over to the three-nozzle shower with the bench seat. I have never been in a bathroom like this before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even seen one this exotic in movies. The more time I spend in this house, the more uncomfortable I become. I don’t know rich. I’ve never had money. So how could I ever fit in to Cameron’s cultured lifestyle? I blow out a deflated breath. This is a lot to take in. My body is tired. Cameron and I stripped each other bare last night. We couldn’t get enough and finally fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other. The last time we made love in the shower was surprisingly intimate, and to be honest, I kind of wish it hadn’t happened. I now have a super high bar of what lovemaking should really be like. He was tender, soft and loving, and kept whispering beautiful things in my ear as his body slowly brought mine to orgasm. It was great. It was better than great. It was mind-blowing
But now I’m ruined forever.
I finish up, wash my hands, and stare at my fucked-all-night reflection in the mirror, a goofy smile crossing my face.
I look a total mess and Cameron Stanton is frigging perfect. From his body to his mind, to his… I look around at my surroundings… to this house. There isn’t a thing I would change about him. How many men have I met in the past and thought to myself, he would be perfect if only he was funnier? Or he would be perfect if he was smarter? Never have I had a guy who ticked every damn box. I blow out a deflated breath. All this box-ticking is freaking me the hell out, and I know that this is one high that’s going to be hard to come down from.
I don’t want to rain on my own parade, but I really do need go out there and tell him I have a son.
“It’s no big deal,” I murmur to my reflection. But I know it is a big deal. Who am I kidding?
Just go out there, say it and be done with it. The longer I leave it the harder it’s going to get, I remind myself.
Maybe he won’t care and things will just be the same? But I have this annoying, nagging voice in my gut, warning me that he could be so disgusted, he’ll cut all ties with me immediately.
The problem is that I’m not going to know how he’s going to handle it until I actually get it over with, and it scares the hell out of me that he will end it. I should have told him before I slept with him. I brush my fingers through my just-fucked, rat’s nest hair as I contemplate his reaction. It could be the best thing I ever do, or it could turn sour instantly. I blow out another deep breath. I guess I’m about to find out.
“Just go out there and tell him,” I mouth to my reflection in the mirror. Just do it. I drop my shoulders as I prepare myself.
Just fucking do it.
Right.
I open the door and walk back into the bedroom to find Cameron lying on his back with his hands folded behind his head. His dark skin and rippled abdomen are contrasted against the crisp white sheets. He smiles sexily and holds his arm out to me. I smile and drop down to sit next to him on the bed.
He pulls me down and kisses me softly. “Good morning, Blossom.” He smiles as his dark curls hang down over his forehead.
My stomach flutters at the sight of him naked and smiling up at me.
“Good morning, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk. His hand snakes around to cup my ass and I notice a book opened upside down on his bedside table. “What are you reading?” I ask as I pick it up.
He puts the back of his forearm over his eyes as if embarrassed.
I read the cover and my mouth drops open as my eyes meet his. “Pride and Prejudice?” I gasp. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”
He shakes his head. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
I smile broadly.
He takes the book from me and places it back down. “I was carrying out some market research.”
My eyebrows rise.
“I wanted to see what was so special about this three dimensional man you were so enamoured with.”
“Mr. Darcy...” I smile broadly, this is without a doubt the best news I have ever heard.
He purses his lips. “Don’t see what the fuss is about to be honest. He definitely wouldn’t sweep me off my feet.”
“Mr. Darcy could sweep anybody off their feet. If he can’t do it, who can?” I smirk.
He smirks. “Ashley Tucker is doing a pretty good job of it,” he answers.
“Is she?” I murmur with a raised eyebrow.
“She is.”
“Well, Ashley Tucker told me that it’s her feet being swept off the ground,” I add.
He smiles as he pulls me down and kisses me softly. “You tell Ashley Tucker that I haven’t even started to sweep her off her feet yet. She should probably prepare herself.”
“Ashley Tucker has her force field on to protect her from such things,” I whisper as I smile against his lips. We kiss, and he flips me so that I am on my back and he has my two hands pinned above my head. I smile up at him.
“Let’s go to New York.”
My face drops. “What?”
“I want my date.”
I frown.
“I want the weekend we arranged all those years ago. We can leave this morning and spend the weekend there, maybe catch the red eye home for work on Monday.”
“What do you mean?” I pause for a moment. “I mean… I can’t.”
“Why not?”
I stare at him blankly. Why couldn’t I go? My mind begins to race. I mean… Owen is away. This would be the perfect opportunity if ever there was going to be one. Holy crap, I haven’t been spontaneous for so long, I think I’ve forgotten how to be.
“I can book us some tickets now.” He smiles hopefully.
Oh shit, I have no money. “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I murmur through my disappointment. Fuck, I hate having no money.
“My treat.”
I frown. “Cam, I’m not letting you pay for me. It’s not fair.”
He sits up abruptly. “Why isn’t it fair? I have the money. You know I have the money.”
I stand and blow out a breath. “Cam. No.”
He stands abruptly, too, and pulls his boxer shorts on. “If it wasn’t for the money, would you want to go?” He wraps his arms around me, his lips taking mine in his.
I smile up at him. “I would, but why can’t we just hang here for the weekend?”
He shakes his head as if it’s a no brainer. “I can’t take you out here? How am I supposed to sweep you off your feet when we can’t leave the fucking house?”
“We don’t need to go out. You live in a castle.”
“Can we go?” He smiles playfully as he starts to walk me backward while biting my neck.
I laugh up at the ceiling while he attacks my senses. “I said no.”
“I said yes.” He bites me hard and I laugh as I try to push him away.
“No.”
“Yes.” He growls into my neck as he picks me up and throws me back onto the bed and crawls over me.
“Stop it. My vagina is a very tired girl.” I giggle.
His eyes dance with mischief. “It’s lucky I know mouth to mouth resuscitation. I reckon I could bring her back to life so she’s ready to party.”
I laugh out loud. Oh Lord, this man kills me. “I have no doubt about it.”
“I’m booking a flight.” He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and bites me.
“No.” I laugh.
“Say yes or I am biting this nipple off.”
“Yes or I am biting this nipple off,” I repeat.
He bites me hard and I giggle. “Smart Alec,” he snaps. He bends and bites me again and I squeal. “Cameron. Stop it!” I yell.
“Come to New York with me…”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Alright.” I laugh.
“Alright?” he asks, half surprised as he pulls back to look at my face.
I narrow my eyes as I stare up at him leaning over my body. “Just tell me why do you want to go to New York so much?”
He pauses. “I want to go back to the weekend we were supposed to be meeting—”
“Before you lost your phone,” I interrupt.
He looks at me, deadpan. “How many times are you going to bring that up?”
I shrug. “As many as it takes to annoy you.”
“You already reached that quota ten times ago.” He frowns.
“Really? Oh, I had no idea.” I act shocked.
He rolls his eyes. “I want to go back to the people we were when we met in Vegas.”
My heart drops. I don’t even know where to find the girl he met in Vegas.
She is long gone, replaced with responsibilities and debt.
He wraps me in his arms and kisses my forehead. “Let’s go away and forget everything but each other.”
I smile into his shoulder. I could nearly tear up at the thought—a weekend of just us, not worrying about the future would be so nice.
What should I do?
I frown into his shoulder and he kisses my temple softly. “Lets go,” he whispers.
I smile and, unable to stop myself, I whisper the word, “Okay.” I lean up and kiss his soft lips. “Deal. Mr. Stanton. Nothing but us.”
“You’re going to have to take my car and drop me at yours,” Cameron replies casually as we walk out the front door, towards the garage.
“What?” I frown. This morning he has fussed over me, booked our flights and accommodation, and made me breakfast. I feel like Lady Diana with all this attention.
“Well, you can’t be seen going back to get your car on the security cameras. They’ll know you didn’t stay in the apartments last night,” he replies.
I stare at him blankly. Shit, I didn’t think of that.
“Do you want to get paid for last night or not?” he asks sarcastically as he gets into the passenger seat of his Aston Martin.
I stand still as stare at the car door he has just sunk into. “I suppose so.” I hate this. I’m calling Eliza and telling her I’m not accepting payment.
Shit, my car is a mess. I don’t want him to see it. I troll my brain to try and remember the state of it. I know I haven’t washed it since I moved here. I’m pretty sure it’s filled with empty coffee cups.
Fuck’s sake, why am I such a slob? Damn it!
I climb into the driver’s seat and he passes me the keys. I glance around. “Why don’t you just drive and we will swap when we get there,” I murmur, distracted.
“I want to be sure you can drive it.” He points to the ignition and I frown. I start the engine. It purrs like a kitten.
“Why do you have such a stupidly expensive car anyway?” I ask as the seat automatically moves forward and all the mirrors move into position. “Oh wow,” I whisper, impressed.
He smirks, places his hand on my thigh and grips firmly. “Because I can.”
“Hmm.” I turn and glance over my shoulder as I slowly reverse the car out and turn slowly.
“Just go this way.” He points to another driveway disappearing down the side of the house.
“Where does that go?” I frown.
“Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, where do you think?”
I fake a smile. “You’re so witty, you should be locked up.” I drive the car down the driveway slowly.
“Yeah, I know. It’s dangerous letting me loose in society,” he replies, amused. “Other guys don’t stand a chance.”
I giggle, not because of what he said, but because it’s completely true.
Where the hell do you go after Cameron Stanton? Dick of a god, wit of a champion, house of a mogul. I’m totally screwed in the worst way.
We reach the end of the long driveway and the automatic gates open. “Turn left.” He points to the left and without thinking I turn right.
“I said left.” He frowns.
“And I said I’m driving the car, so you better shut up.”
“Excuse me, this is the long way.”
I smirk as I turn down the street. The truth is that I have no idea where I’m going, but it’s just so much fun disobeying him. He has control freak tendencies that I like to push.
We eventually come into view of Club Exotic and I drive up the road slowly.
“Just pull up here. Which is your car?”
“The white one in the back row.”
A frown crosses his face before he remembers to hide it.
I smile anyway. “She’s no Aston Martin.”
He smirks, but wisely holds his tongue. “Be back at my house in an hour?”
Um, that won’t work. I need to race to the shops to get myself a sexy date dress for tonight. I have no idea what the hell I’m going to wear all weekend. I’m going to do a smash and grab at the shops. “I’ll be a few hours,” I reply.
He frowns. “No, just get your stuff and come straight back. Pack your clothes for Monday work because we won’t get home until late on Sunday night.”
“I will be going back to my house on Sunday night,” I tell him as I pull the car to the side of the road and glance over at him. “I’ll probably be well and truly sick of you by then.”
“You have an hour,” he answers, unimpressed.
“Stop bossing me around.”
“Stop behaving like an errant teenager,” he fires back.
I lean in for a kiss. “You have to pump the clutch a few times to get the gas to come through.” I smile against his lips.
He pulls back and looks at me flatly
“And don’t go around the corners too quick because the driver’s door is faulty and it flies open sometimes,” I add.
His face drops in horror. “You’re joking?”
I smile as I kiss him again. “Yes, I am.”
He shakes his head. “Seriously, though, is this car going to kill me?”
I giggle. “I hope not. I’m not written in the will yet.”
He chuckles and shakes his head as he climbs out of the car. He leans down through the window. “Don’t be late, our flight leaves in five hours.”
“Okay, boss.” I smile and, unable to help it, I step on the gas and do a burn out up the street. I glance at the rear view mirror to see the horror on his face, and I laugh to myself. Oh man… he’s so fun to antagonize.
I pull the car into the shopping parking lot and dial Mom’s number. I’ve been waiting to make this call.
Owen answers on the first ring. “Hi, Momma.”
A broad smile crosses my face. “Hey, baby.” I laugh. “How’s my little man this morning?’
“Good.”
“Watcha doing?”
“Baking cookies.”
“Oh, what type?”
He puts the phone down. “What type are they, Grandma?” he calls.
“Chocolate chip,” I hear my mom say in the background.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“I’m just…” I pause for a moment. “I’m cleaning the house. Are you being a good boy and helping Grandma?”
“Yep. We’re going to the playground after lunch, too.”
“Oh, that’s fun.” I smile and my heart breaks a little. I miss him.
He starts talking to my mom as though forgetting he’s on the phone to me.
“Owen?” I call.
“Yeh?”
“I’m going to go, darling, but I’ll call you later tonight. I love you.” I smile.
“Love you, Mom. Grandma she wants you,” he says.
“Hello, dear.” Mom says through an obvious smile.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Everything is fine.”
“Did Owen sleep alright?”
“Perfect.”
I smirk. “In your bed?”
Mom laughs. “Perhaps.”
“Thank you so much, Mom. I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for you doing this for us both.”
“Ash, stop worrying about us and have a nice peaceful week.”
My phone alerts me to a text before the name Cameron flashes across the screen.
“Okay, I’ll call you tonight.”
“Speak then. Have a great day.”
I hang up and click on my message.
You are grounded without wifi, young lady.
I laugh out loud and text him back.
Your car was made to be driven like that.
A reply pings back.
That’s a whole different punishment.
I’m talking about the state of your car.
It’s a health hazard, Ashley!
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my over the top smile. I write back.
Quit nagging me.
I glance around at people walking by the car. I must look crazy laughing to myself while I sit in the car alone. A reply bounces back.
You have fifty minutes!
I get out of that car and press the fancy car lock. Everything bleeps and as I walk across the parking lot, I call Jenna. It goes to voicemail and I leave a message.
“Hi, babe. I hope everything is going alright. Call me as soon as you get a chance.”
I hang up and straighten my shoulders.
Right. Sexy hot date dress, coming right up.
The thing about shopping that annoys the crap out of me is this: When you have no money and nowhere to go, you see every damn hot outfit ever created. But, when you have no time and a specific target in mind, there is absolutely nothing to be found anywhere. I’m in a near panic. I have ten minutes left to find a dress for tonight and I’m starting to sweat.
Why is it so fucking hard to find a sexy, non-slutty dress?
I flick through the clothing rack, annoyed. Everything here screams that I’m a two dollar whore, or come grab a granny. There’s nothing in between. My phone rings and I glance at the screen to see one of my favorite names light up. Jenna.
“Hey.” I smile. “Are you okay?”
“Hi, Ash. Yes, it’s not as bad as they first thought. She’s going to be alright.”
I put my hand on my chest in relief. “Oh, thank God, Jen.”
“I know. She had us all scared for a while there but they think she’s going to make a full recovery.”
“That’s great.” I smile.
“I’m so relieved. What are you doing?”
I shake my head and smirk. “I have news.”
“What kind of news?”
“Mr. Stanton news,” I whisper as I continue to flick through the dresses.
“Oh my fucking God. What?”
“He came to the club and I was busted. He knew it was me, despite the wig. We had this huge fight and then he demanded a lap dance.”
“What?”
“And then two days later he requested a night in the Escape Lounge with me.”
“What the fuck?” she screeches.
“I know. But he didn’t want me to sleep there, so he took me back to his house, which is like crazy rich, and we had awesome sex all night and now I can hardly walk. He’s taking me to New York for the weekend, but I’m going to look like a potato because I can’t find anything to wear,” I blow out through my last breath. Jeez, that was a mouthful.
“What the heck” She pauses for a moment. “Did you tell him about Owen?”
I scrunch my face up. “Erm. No, not yet.” I wince.
“Ashley, what the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, Jen, I just want him to get to know me before I tell him I have a son.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s going to change the whole dynamic and I will become someone’s mom to him. I won’t matter anymore.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I kind of do,” I mutter sadly. “Look, I’ll tell him as soon as we get back on Monday. Jen, when have I ever had the opportunity to go away with a dreamy guy for a fun weekend with no strings attached?”
“This is true,” she mutters, distracted.
“Do you think it’s bad if I hold out until Monday? I mean… who knows, we might not even hit it off and it won’t matter anyway.”
“Again, true.”
I blow out a deflated breath as I turn a full circle, looking at the dresses on the racks. “I’ve got to find a date dress and there is literally nothing anywhere.” I sigh.
“Hmm, look at that little dress shop near the coffee place we go to.”
I frown. “Which one?”
“You know… It has the rocking horse in the window?”
“What? Near the coffee shop?”
“Yes, across the road. I saw about fifty things in there to die for.”
I shrug. “Okay, it can’t hurt.”
“Send me some photos from the changing room.”
I fake a smile and give the attendant a wave as I exit her shop. “I have approximately…” I look at my watch. “Eight minutes to find a dress that is going to drive him wild.”
She giggles. “Piece of cake. Get off the phone and start running, bitch.”
I fall into the seat as Cameron fusses about in the overhead luggage compartment.
I’ve never flown first class before. I glance around at everyone who all look like its their God given right to fly in such luxury. Cameron is wearing blue jeans and a navy sports suit jacket with a white T-shirt. His dark hair is in messy curls and he looks like he probably owns this frigging plane. He exudes money. My eyes roam down to my thirty-dollar dress and shoes, and I cringe. Do I look like I have no money? Because that’s sure how I feel. He pushes our bags around and rearranges them in the overhead, and a broad smile crosses my face as I watch him. Cameron has to have things just as he likes them or it annoys the hell out of him. When I got to his house earlier, I found him in the throes of hoovering and cleaning my car. He said it would have bothered him all weekend if he didn’t do it. My little baby is now sparkling clean, like a diamond. Cameron finally falls into the seat beside me and, without thinking, picks up my hand and places it on his thigh. I’ve noticed he does this a lot—he wants my hands on him. In bed he wants me to cuddle his back. In the car he picks up my hand and puts it on his thigh. He turns his attention to me now and squeezes my hand in his before he throws me a sexy wink and flashes a swoony smile.
“We didn’t have to fly first class, you know,” I whisper.
His head leans back against the headrest. “Yeah, we did.”
I lean in so nobody else can hear. “You waste a lot of money.”
He smirks. “And you talk too much.”
Cameron
I tap my pen as I think before I write the words Mount Everest.
“That’s not it,” Ashley interrupts from over my shoulder. I smirk. “Know it all. Yes, it is.”
I’m doing the crossword in the paper and we are just about to land in New York.
“Try Mauna Kea in Hawaii,” she tells me.
“I’m looking for the highest.”
“Yes, and while Mount Everest is the highest above sea level, it’s not the actual tallest mountain.”
I frown. “Everest stands at nearly thirty-thousand feet. Mauna is only at thirteen.”
“Yes, but twenty-thousand feet of Mauna is submerged in the pacific ocean.”
“Therefore not being the tallest,” I say softly.
She shakes her head. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I know more than you do,” I add.
She smirks. “I doubt that and it won’t fit, big shot. Trust me, I know my shit.”
I go to write it down and, low and behold, it doesn’t fit. I purse my lips and she smiles smugly. This woman will be the death of me. I have never been with someone smarter than me before. Can’t say I like it to be honest.
Next question: The chemical element of the atomic number two. I frown and glance over at Ashley.
“Helium.” She smirks without hesitation.
I fake a smile. “Smart ass,” I mouth.
“Dumbass,” she mouths back.
I lean over so that nobody else can hear us. “You should probably start worrying about what I’m going to do to your ass in our hotel room.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She smirks and I instantly raise a brow in question. She shakes her head. “That’s off limits.”
I smirk. “Why is that?”
“I would like to have something to give to my husband when I finally meet him,” she whispers.
I feign shock. “You wound me. I thought I was your future husband.”
She laughs. “Oh Lord, no. You’re too dumb for me.”
I smirk as I lean in and kiss her softly. I feel myself harden. “Don’t set me a challenge, Bloss. You know I’m a goal-orientated man.”
She smiles against my lips. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” she whispers.
I bring my hand up to cup the back of her head and kiss her again. “Well, right now I would like you naked and riding my cock.” I grab her hand and bring it over the bulge in my jeans, watching as her eyes light up with excitement. She subtly squeezes and I kiss her again.
“Mile high club,” she whispers.
“Damn it, I should have brought my brother’s jet and we could have joined that club for real.”
She cringes. “Your brother has a jet?”
“Yeah, I would normally take it, but then if I told him I was taking a girl somewhere it would have become a thing.”
“A thing?” She frowns.
“They would all want to meet you.”
“Who’s all?” she asks.
“My brother Joshua. His wife Natasha. Then Murph, although Adrian is his real name.”
“Oh good, don’t tell them anything. I don’t want to meet them.”
I frown. “What’s wrong with my family? Why wouldn’t you want to meet them?”
I’m horrified. She should want to meet my family. Most girls would cut their right arm off to meet them.
“Well, we’re not like that, are we?” she says casually.
“Well… we could be,” I stammer.
She grins as she picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Cam, it’s fine. You don’t have to pretend this is something it isn’t. I’m not.”
I stare at her for a moment as my brain freezes. Is she using fucking reverse psychology on me right now? I’ve never been given the cold shoulder by a woman before, and she seems to do it on an hourly basis. “Are you blowing me off?” I ask.
She leans over and licks my ear. “No, but I will be blowing your dick very soon.”
I half-smile, mollified for the moment. “That’s more like it.”
I open the hotel door with my lips locked on hers, walking her backwards into the room as I throw the bags down. I tear my jacket off my shoulders and she laughs in excitement.
This woman is driving me insane.
I can’t get enough and it was hard to control myself for the duration of the flight.
“Clothes off.” I growl.
Ashley laughs as I lift my T-shirt over my head. “I said clothes off,” I repeat.
She bends and starts to undo her sandals. I kick off my shoes and slide my jeans down my legs, revealing my hard cock.
Her eyes dance with delight. “You’re one hell of a man, Cameron,” she mutters sexily.
I grin and lie on my back on the bed.
“No time for small talk, Bloss. Get the fuck on me now.”
She smiles sexily as she slides her dress down her legs, and my breath catches. She’s wearing pretty pink matching lace underwear. Unable to help it, my eyes scan her body and my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip. She is utterly fucking beautiful, curvy, and feminine, and the way she looks at me drives me wild.
I don’t know what she’s done, but somehow she has tapped into something inside of me. She has me washing her fucking car, for Christ’s sake. I’m like her pathetic little puppet waiting for my next fix.
This is new.
I watch her as she slowly removes her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She’s got big tits—big, juicy, fucking perfect tits. I grab my dick and hold it so it doesn’t explode on the spot.
God, she’s so hot.
She slowly slides her panties down and I’m blessed with the sight of the tiny patch of Heaven.
My Heaven.
She slowly crawls over me, smiling as she waits on her hands and knees. “What do you want, Dr. Stanton?” she whispers darkly.
“I want you to suck my dick.”
She smiles sexily and disappears down my body. I inhale deeply as she licks me on the upstroke.
“Oh… you taste good,” she breathes onto me.
My eyes close in pleasure and my legs open. She takes me in her mouth and I feel a hard pulse begin to grow. My breath quivers in anticipation. She takes me deeper and deeper, and I lift off the bed as I hold my breath. My hands rest softly on the back of her head.
Don’t fucking come, I start to chant in my head. Don’t fucking come.
She moans around me and I scrunch my eyes shut to try and block her out. “Ash,” I whisper. God, she’s too perfect. I can’t hold it. “Get on me.” I growl.
“Where are the condoms?” she asks.
“What.” I frown. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck the condoms. Let me come inside of you.”
“No.”
I lift my head to look at her. “I’m clean. I’ve never not worn a condom in my life.”
Her eyes search mine.
“I promise,” I whisper.
“This would be your first time?” she asks, clearly surprised.
I nod.
She smiles shyly and climbs over the top of me as the sound of my heartbeat rings in my head.
Holy fuck. I’m going to blow so hard.
She kisses me and my hands roam up and down her body, from her full breasts to her tight ass. I slide my hand underneath and run my fingers through her wet flesh.
My cock thumps in approval. She starts to slide up and over my body as we kiss, and I’m unable to open my eyes. “Now.” I growl. “I need you now.”
She rises onto her knees, and I hold the base up and she moves it into position before I pull her hips down.
We both moan in pleasure and she stops midway down. “Give me a minute,” she begs.
We haven’t done this position before. I’ve had to take her how I wanted her—my body wouldn’t have given me the choice.
I watch her struggle to take me, and honestly, I think it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. She moves from side to side to loosen herself up.
I get to come inside her.
Soon.
Suddenly, I’m near frantic. I need her now. “Ash… Come on.” I growl. “You’re killing me.”
She giggles and leans forward, allowing her body to open up, and I slide home. Our eyes lock as our bodies become one without anything in between us, and something changes for me.
I want her to meet my family.
For the first time in my life, I want all the strings attached.
I lift her slowly and circle her hips onto me. She groans and I bring her back to rub her pubic bone over mine. Her dark eyes hold mine.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
She smiles and starts to slowly pump me. I grab her hips to hang on for the ride. Up, down, in and out—the burn and the pleasure is off the charts.
“Cam, you feel so good, baby,” she whispers.
Hearing her call me baby sets me into overdrive and I start to slam her onto me without thinking about the consequences.
“Ahh,” she cries out.
We get into a rhythm and I watch her perspiring breasts bounce up and down as she rides me. What a beautiful fucking sight. I can feel every muscle deep inside of her. This tight thing she has going on is driving me wild.
“Cam, I’m going to come. I can’t hold it, baby,” she whimpers.
That’s my green light. I can go. I start to lift and really hit her hard, and she screams out as her orgasm rips through her. I lift her at a racer’s pace, and holy fuck, I can’t get deep enough.
I can’t get close enough.
I want more, so much more.
The orgasm rips though me and I cry out. For the first time in my life I actually come inside of a woman…and it’s perfect. Just like she is.
“What will it be?” The bartender asks.
“Bloss?” I ask.
“Erm...” She peruses the cocktail menu. “I’ll have a Margarita, please.”
“And I’ll have a Blue Label Scotch on the rocks.”
I smile at the beautiful woman sitting opposite me. After spending the afternoon in bed we’ve been out for dinner and now we’re having drinks. The conversation flows easy and she makes me laugh. I feel like I’m hanging out with a good friend. There’s no bullshit at all between us. We are seated in the corner of a trendy club. The decor is dark and moody, and the copper bar is large. Huge, black, metal pendant lights hang down from the center of the ceiling.
Our drinks are delivered and Ash sips hers and smiles at the bartender. “Bravo.”
He throws her a satisfied wink and I smile as he walks away.
She sips her drink again. “Tell me why you’ve never had unprotected sex before,” She says quietly.
I shrug. “It’s never been something that’s bothered me before.”
She raises her eyebrows. “And it bothers you with me?”
I nod. “Strangely enough, it does.”
“What abut your past girlfriends?’
“Only ever had one girlfriend and that was in college.”
She screws up her face in shock. “What?”
I shrug and smile.
“So, you’re just like a huge sleazebag who sleeps with everyone?”
I laugh out loud. Trust her to say it how it is. “I have fun,” I reply. “And I don’t sleep with everyone. I’ve never had a girlfriend because I couldn’t ever be a cheater.”
“Why not?’
“Its not who I am. I love women too much to go out of my way to hurt them.”
“So, you just break their bodies instead of their hearts?” she asks.
I smirk. “Something like that. I usually get in about five dates before I have to end it.”
She frowns. “So five dates is the expiry date?”
“No. It usually takes about five dates before they start stating wanting more and I end it.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Right, so what date are we on?”
“Date twelve.”
She laughs into her drink. “How do you work that out?”
I count on my fingers. “Well… Vegas.”
She smirks.
“Then the five days at work count for five dates.”
“We didn’t touch each other at work.”
“But I couldn’t take my eyes off you, so that counts as a date for each day because that was, like, extended torture.”
She laughs and holds her drink up to me in approval.
“Then the club.”
“The lap dance?” she murmurs in horror.
I smile. “Yes. Then the night at my house.”
“Which was last night, so that only comes to eight.”
“But we had sex four times today.”
“Are you counting?”
“Yes.” I keep counting on my fingers. “Really, I say that makes it ten dates and tonight will be worth another two.”
Her eyes hold mine. “I guess the end is near for me then.” She puts the back of her hand over her forehead to fake distress. “Oh no, what ever will I do?”
“You better watch your step and be a good girl. I might keep you around for another few dates yet.” I smirk
She grins and sips her drink.
“What about you?” I ask.
She raises her eyebrows, as though surprised by my question. “Erm, a few boyfriends in college.” She pauses as if thinking. “After I met you, I got engaged.”
My face falls. What? That shouldn’t bother me as much as it does.
“What happened?” I ask.
She sips her drink as if uncomfortable. “He wasn’t the one.”
I raise an eyebrow in question. “The one?”
“He wasn’t the man I met in Vegas, that’s for sure.”
Our eyes lock as the electricity zaps between us. “You getting sappy on me, Tucker?”
She rolls her lips. “Temporary slip up. I’ll stop drinking immediately.”
I raise my hand to the bartender. “Four more, please,” I ask and she bursts out laughing.
“Have you ever dated anyone who had children?” she asks.
I screw up my face. “Fuck no. I could think of nothing worse.”