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My hands go over my mouth. He left.
He left me here in New York.
I’ve got to try and catch him at the airport. I glance around the room. Annoyingly, I need to get my things together. I just don’t have time for this shit. I run around and grab my toiletries and clothes from the bathroom. I pick up my shoes from the floor and throw them into my bag, zipping it up double speed.
I can’t believe he left me here…
Damn Andrew’s mother. This is all her bloody fault. Why in the hell didn’t she wake me up? She knew exactly what she was doing, the old snake. Andrew wasn’t even at dinner with us last night. He had an engagement party to go to. I was there alone.
With one last glance around the room, I head out the door and run down the corridor with a deep sense of dread sitting heavily in my stomach.
This might be it for us. This really could be it. I messed up and what’s the first thing he does?
Takes off with Owen.
I’m furious with him, too. How dare he take off?
He’s such a spoiled brat! Is this how he controls the situation? By cutting me out?
I get into the elevator and I slam the button four times. Who am I kidding? I didn’t come home from a date with my ex…
What do you expect, you idiot?
Cameron
Two hours earlier.
I close up our suitcases and place them on top of the bed.
I’m furious.
Like a lovesick puppy, I sat here and waited for her in the hotel room.
Like a lovesick fucking puppy, I waited up all night, worried, thinking she may be dead in a ditch.
She’s with him. Her ex.
A man she shares a past with.
I close my eyes at the thought. I can’t bear it and I feel sick to my stomach.
I’ve never been in love before. I’ve never even been close to feeling what I feel for Ashley.
And this is how she treats me. This is the amount of respect she has for me.
I have absolutely no control over my emotions and I can’t stand relying on someone else for my happiness. I’ve never felt so helpless in my life.
I’m done. She can go to hell.
I won’t be here when she gets back.
She can find someone else to be her puppy.
I wake Owen. “Come on, mate. We have to go home to LA.”
He frowns as he wakes up. “I thought we were going to the zoo?” he mumbles.
“Change of plans. I will take you to the zoo another time,” I reply flatly as I pack the last of the things into my overnight case.
I pick up my phone and check it once more. No calls, no messages.
What if she’s been hurt in an accident? The sick, nervous feeling in my stomach churns again. I go over to the window and stare out over the city as the sun comes up.
Where are you?
With him, my subconscious replies.
I look back over at Owen as he tries to wake up. It’s only 6.30am.
She’s fallen asleep after they had sex—it’s the only logical explanation.
I close my eyes in pain. I hate this.
I hate feeling like this. “Owen. Up,” I snap.
He goes to the bathroom as I line the bags up near the door and he gets dressed. I fish out Ashley’s plane ticket from my bag and put it onto the desk. With a heavy heart, I write her a note.
We’ve flown home early.
You may as well stay here.
I just wish I knew she was safe before I left. What if something has happened to her?
God, I hate this shit. I put my head into my hands in disgust.
“I’m hungry.” Owen yawns.
“We can have breakfast at the airport.”
“Where’s Mom?” He frowns.
“Um.” I try think of an answer. “She’s with Andrew. She’ll be home later.”
Owen frowns as he processes the information.
I blow out a breath and continue packing until everything is done. I just wish I had confirmation that she was okay before I left.
What if something has happened to her? My heart asks.
It hasn’t, you fool, my head replies.
“Let’s go, Owen.”
I grab the suitcases and he follows me out and down the corridor. When we get down to the lobby, I hold my phone in my hand and the doorman hails a cab.
We climb in. “Where to?” the driver asks.
“The airport,” I reply flatly.
He pulls out into traffic and begins the journey when my phone rings. Ashley.
I frown as I stop myself answering it. I’m not losing my shit at her while Owen is with me.
It goes to voicemail and when it’s complete, I listen to it.
“Fucking voicemail,” she shrieks in a panic. “Oh my God, Cameron. I’m so sorry. I took some headache tablets and they must have knocked me out. I just woke up on Andrew’s mothers couch. I’m so sorry. I’m coming now.” She hangs up.
My blood pressure rises. The fury I feel is beyond belief and boils my blood.
Does she think I’m stupid?
“Was that Mom?” Owen asks.
I nod, lost in my thoughts.
“She’s going to be very angry that we left without her.”
I glance over at him and then back to the road.
“She might not come home. She might stay here.” He frowns, speaking with a worried little voice.
I take his hand in mine as I stare out the window. The phone rings again and I let it go to voicemail before I listen to it.
Ashley’s voice is frantic. “Oh my God, Cameron, forgive me. I love you. I’m on my way.”
I get a lump in my throat as I stare out the window.
Every ounce of my being wants to be as far away from her as possible, yet I know if I go and take Owen, it will be over for us.
“Can’t we just wait for Mom?” Owen asks. “She won’t be long. You know she’s slow all the time.”
I stare out the window as my mind goes into overdrive. Do I believe her?
Do I trust her?
I think back to everything we’ve been through. Despite it all, she’s somehow learned to trust me again.
I took her child and she forgave me.
I lean my elbow up against the door as I hold my head, deep in thought.
I don’t want to see her…but if I don’t go back…
Ashley
The elevator finally opens out into the foyer and I run out, dragging my suitcase behind me when I get to the doorman. “I need a cab, please,” I blurt out in a panic.
The doorman frowns as he looks me up and down. “Are you alright?”
I nod, but in all seriousness, I’m on the edge of a complete meltdown.
“Won’t be a minute.” He goes out onto the street to hail me a cab and I wait in the drop off bay.
What a disaster.
“Come on, come on,” I murmur as I look around frantically. “Where are all the bloody cabs?”
Everything was going so well. Why did I mess this up?
A cab pulls up, and low and behold...
Cameron is sitting in the backseat with Owen.
My face falls and he glares at me as he gets out of the cab and slams the door. He walks around to get Owen out.
I smile through my tears.
He came back.
He retrieves the suitcases out of the trunk and I wait on the spot.
He walks over, emotionless. “Get up to the room now before I strangle you in public,” he growls in a whisper.
“Oh my God, Cameron, I’m… I’m so sorry,” I stammer as the tears break the dam. “I had some headache tablets after dinner and…” I shake my head as I try to get my words out quicker. “And, honestly, I have no idea what happened, but I woke up on the couch this morning.”
Cameron looks at me, deadpan.
“And my phone was on silent,” I add.
He narrows his eyes and storms over to the elevator. Owen and I run after him like little puppies.
We get in and the elevator attendant stands to the front and looks straight ahead.
Cameron stands at the back and I face him. “You have no idea of the horror I felt when I woke up and realized what had happened.” I shake my head. “And then I got here and you were gone,” I continue. I grab his hand and he tears it out of mine.
“Stop talking to me. I’m furious with you.” Cameron growls.
Owen stands next to the elevator attendant at the front and swings his arms, smiling stupidly up at him. The elevator attendant glances down at Owen and smirks.
“But, Cam… you came back.” I smile in relief. “You came back for me. Thank God you came back,” I whisper.
Cameron looks at me, deadpan.
I smile broadly through my tears like a crazy person. “This means we’ve progressed. You really do love me.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself. I hate you today.”
“Liar.” I smirk.
Owen is still smiling goofily up at the elevator attendant as he swings his arms. “My mom and dad are fighting,” he announces.
The attendant nods subtly, trying not to be rude to Owen while remaining respectful to us.
“Sometimes they always kiss, but today my dad hates my mom,” he continues.
“Owen,” Cameron snaps.
“Because my mom went out with my other dad and didn’t come home all night.”
The attendant drops his head, embarrassed.
“Owen Stanton. Stop telling everyone everything!” Cameron snaps.
Owen widens his eyes. “I think he hates me today, too. He’s very cranky, isn’t he?” he adds.
The attendant drops his head to hide his smirk.
Cameron shakes his head, exasperated.
I wrap my arms around Cameron and smile against his chest as he stands still with his arms rigid by his sides.
“I love you, Mr. Stanton.” I smile up at him as I start to quickly kiss him all over. “And you came back for me and this is progress for us. I think Andrew’s mother tried to set me up and I’m so bloody angry with her,” I continue.
He moves his face away from me so I don’t kiss him, and I know he’s going to be furious over this for a while.
It doesn’t matter. He came back.
There’s hope for us yet.
Trust is earned.
And little by little, Cameron has earned it. I think the turning point for us was when he came back for me in New York.
Furious beyond belief, yet he came back.
He lost his ever-living shit and didn’t talk to me for a week.
But he stayed.
Every night, we stayed together as a family and, although he wasn’t talking to me and it was torture, he was in my bed and I felt safe.
That was twelve weeks ago and our little family has gotten into somewhat of a routine now. The nights that Cam would have had Owen, we stay at his house, and the nights that I would have had Owen, we now spend at my house. Cam cooks for all of us and has us in stitches with his sense of humor. Jenna and Cameron are getting along famously and life is surprisingly good. Of course, there is still a power struggle between the two of us at least once a day. I have to admit Cameron usually wins, simply because I can’t be bothered fighting with him anymore.
It’s funny how things turn out. I’ve stopped sweating the small stuff.
I sit at the table in the hospital cafeteria with Amber and our intern group.
Cameron comes and sits beside me with Dr. Jameson. He picks up my hand and squeezes it subtly in his own personal greeting. Everyone knows about us now. Cameron went to the hospital board to explain the situation and they have granted permission and wavered the rules.
It seemed weird receiving an email that Cameron sent to all of the interns stating we were dating and that we had a history and shared a child.
He wanted to be the one to tell them. He felt it best he was honest and up front. He didn’t want them to hear it from somewhere else as cheap gossip.
It was comical watching Amber’s reaction when she read it. Her eyes nearly popped out her head and she punched me hard in the arm. I even had a bruise. She’s now in a full on deviant relationship with her security guard and their two blow up bed partners. She gets to sleep with three people while remaining loyal to one. It’s a cool kind of set up, and it works for them.
I don’t think I could ever watch Cam have sex and orgasm with someone or something else.
I would still be jealous even if they didn’t have a pulse.
He even changed his phone number so his past history of beauties can no longer contact him. I never asked him to, he just did it.
Cameron takes me on a date every Friday night. He remembered me saying I wanted to date and get to know each other without just being his child’s mother, and he has gone to extreme lengths to give me what I want.
Friday nights are heaven and I get him all to myself. I dress up sexily and we drink cocktails, go to fancy restaurants, dance, laugh, and of course I swoon all over the table. We drop in and out of languages with sarcasm and challenge each other’s brain power.
I still think my brain is superior and he still disagrees.
Sometimes Tash, Josh, and Adrian come, but Cam likes it when it’s just the two of us.
He’s protective of his alone time with me because it’s so limited and I love him even more for it.
Saturday mornings I seem to always suffer because I can’t drink like he does without suffering the consequences. He and Owen skateboard around the neighborhood and let me sleep in before they eventually return with the morning papers.
Life is good. So good Like… dreamy good.
I still pinch myself every day when I look at him, this beautiful man who is a beautiful father. I can’t believe he loves me.
How is this even possible?
One by one the table get up to return to their duties and Cam hangs back. He wants me alone for two minutes, as he always does.
He sips his coffee and smiles across the table like a Cheshire cat.
“What are you smirking at, Stanton?” I smile as I subtly rub his shin through his suit pants with my foot.
His sexy eyes hold mine. “Just this really hot chick who I can’t wait to bone tonight.”
I snort as I sip coffee. “Bone?” I mouth with a raised brow. “Really? Did you just say bone?”
He nods with a devious smile.
“Well, your high school boning is going to have to wait. I’m working in emergency tonight, remember?” Hospital policy states that all interns do a minimum amount of hours working in emergency. It helps us get experience and helps the hospital with staffing. I’ve been rostered on tonight.
He frowns and then rolls his eyes. “Uch, that’s right.” He sips his coffee. “Boning before breakfast it is.”
I smile broadly and his face mirrors mine. “You really are intent on keeping that romance score of three, aren’t you?” I reply.
He chuckles cheekily. “You wouldn’t like me if I was normal.”
My eyes drop to his sexy mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.
“Probably not,” I whisper. “It’s the naughty in you that I love the most.” My eyes hold his.
“Ashley Tucker, my all night fucker,” he breathes.
I glance around at the tables around us. “Behave yourself, Dr. Stanton. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
His eyes hold mine and he raises a brow. “So have I.”
I put my hand on his thigh under the table. “Listen, Dr. Love: You keep dreaming how you’re going to serve me my breakfast boning, and I’m going to go back to work. See you about three in the morning.”
I get up and push my chair back.
“Drive home carefully, Bloss.”
I smile and bend to his ear with my hand on his shoulder. “I love you.”
He smiles and puts his hand over mine. “What’s not to love?”
I shake my head and he laughs out loud—that carefree beautiful laugh that permeates through my bones. “Goodbye, Cameron.” I shake my head and go back to work.
It’s four in the morning when I pull into his driveway.
The gates are immediately opened on my arrival. I know that security have been waiting for me to get home. I lock up my car and put my fingerprint into the front door scanner. It unlocks and opens. Whoever would have thought I would one day stay in a house where a key isn’t required?
The kitchen light is on, and I walk in and throw my handbag down.
A note is sitting on the counter.
Your dinner is in the fridge, hottie,
x
I smile and walk into the laundry, take off my scrubs, and put them straight into the washing machine.
We both do this. It’s a habit. As soon as we get home from hospital, our scrubs get washed immediately before the germs can spread throughout the house or anywhere near Owen. After ER shifts, especially. I head back to the kitchen in my robe, put the TV on, and open the fridge. Chicken satay stir fry. Yum. I smile. Cameron’s a much better cook than I am. I heat up my dinner and flick through Facebook while I eat in silence to some early morning crap television. I need this half an hour wind down time after being so busy for so long. I’m still buzzing.
Eventually, I head up to our room and find my prince sleeping soundly on his side. I walk over and gently kiss his cheek as I watch him.
His dark hair is splayed across the pillow and his chest rises and falls as he breathes. His big lips are semi parted, and his black, thick eyelashes flutter as he sleeps.
Just looking at him brings a smile to my face. His cheekiness and naughty boy personality is the light of mine and Owen’s life. I run my hand through his hair as I watch him, and after a much needed hot shower, I climb into bed behind him and snuggle against his back.
“Hey, Bloss,” he whispers sleepily as he pulls my arm around him.
I kiss his back. “Hi, babe,” I murmur as I rub my cheek on his skin. No place is more home to me than he is.
“You okay?” he murmurs softly with his eyes still closed.
“Yeah.” I kiss his back again. “It was an easy shift tonight.”
He worries about me working in emergency. On his first few shifts someone seemed to die every time and it traumatised him for life, I think.
I’m just falling asleep when the pitter patter of tiny feet walk into the room, around to Cameron’s side of the bed.
“Dad,” Owen says softly.
Without a word Cameron, pulls back the covers and Owen crawls in. Cam kisses the top of his head. “Goodnight, buddy. Go to sleep now,” he whispers sleepily.
I smile. Owen almost always goes to Cameron’s side of the bed now because he knows that Cam, the big softie, will just let him in. At least I try and take him back to his own bed. He doesn’t do it every night anymore, though—probably three nights out of seven. It’s always around this time, too, and he always goes to Cam and not me.
I lie in the darkness with my arm around Cam, listening to the sound of my two men breathing deeply as they sleep, and I say my daily thank you to the heavens.
I’m finally home.
“Close the door, baby.” I watch Owen climb into the back seat of the car. I have the morning off after working late last night, and I’m dropping him at preschool. I pull out of the drive and onto the road when a song I hate comes on the radio. I push the button to change the channel.
“Oh, play mine and Dad’s playlist,” Owen suggests excitedly.
I frown as my eyes find him in the mirror. “You have a playlist?”
“Yes, number four.”
I flick through until I get to playlist number four and hit play.
The sexy beat comes on.
“Oh, this is your song, Momma.”
I frown. “What?”
“Dad said this is your song.”
I smirk and shake my head. The song playing is Candy Shop by Fifty Cent. It was the song that I walked down the catwalk to in the Escape Club that night. How does he even remember that?
I turn the corner as my mind goes back to that night. It seems like a lifetime ago and I get a visual of Cameron uploading the song to his playlist.
I do love that man.
“Yeah, Dad said this is your song because you’re really good at sucking lollipops,” Owen continues.
My eyes bulge.
Cameron. What the fuck?
Unable to help it, I break out in a broad smile. He does call me Mistress Head on occasion, but to tell our child lollipop information is going a step too far.
I shake my head and start to giggle, then I burst out laughing. This man kills me.
The things that go on in his brain, I will never know.
We drive along and listen to the sexy words and I get an idea. I’ll take you to the candy shop, all right, Dr. Stanton…
You’ll be cotton candy in my hands.
Friday Night.
Cameron spins me around on the dance floor as he sings the words out loud.
We’re in a cocktail bar and have come here after we had a Friday night dinner date in our favorite restaurant.
I smile as I watch him and he frowns as he sings to give it more oomph.
I laugh as he spins me again and I run my fingers through his two-day growth, staring up at him adoringly.
He smiles down at me and kisses me softly. “What are you looking at, Tucker?”
I shake my head. “The worst singer I’ve ever heard.”
“Worst singer?” He cringes. “Well, I’m the best dancer.” He twirls me out and I go flying into another couple dancing,
They stagger sideways as I hit.
“Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry,” Cameron stammers.
The man narrows his eyes at Cameron and turns back to his partner to continue dancing.
Cam pulls me back to him and I giggle against his chest. “Every time we dance, you fly me into someone,” I whisper.
He holds me close and looks down at me sexily. “They should get out of my way, I’m a lethal weapon out here.” He kisses me.
“À plus d'un titre,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: In more ways than one.
His eyes darken. “Allons à la maison, ma belle bombe Bloss.”
Translation. Let’s go home, my beautiful Bloss bomb.
I smile as we continue swaying to the music. After a few more dances, he drags me from the dance floor and over to the elevators.
The bell pings and my eyes flicker over to him as he smirks.
Oh no.
“You know, small things amuse small minds,” I whisper.
The doors open and reveal three people in the elevator. He raises his eyebrow sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have either.” He holds my hand in his and walks into the elevator and we take our place at the back.
He looks at me for a moment. “You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. You are my children’s nanny after all,” he announces so that everyone can hear him. The other people in the elevator all drop their heads as they pretend not to listen.
I smirk. Every time. Every damn time we get into a elevator.
“Well, she should have given me that pay rise I asked for,” I reply flatly.
His eyes dance with mischief as they hold mine.
“Then I wouldn’t have to take my payments into my own hands,” I add as I brush my hands over my hips. “I do love it when your wife’s away, though. Do I look good in her dress?”
A woman behind me gasps.
He smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. “You look good in her dress, but not as good as you will look underneath her husband,” he replies darkly
I drop my head to stop myself laughing, and he squeezes my hand in his.
“I’m disgusted,” the woman behind us whispers to her husband.
“It’s going to be disgusting alright,” he mutters under his breath. “Disgustingly dirty.”
I squeeze his hand again. Oh my God… what next? Where does he get this shit?
“Oh my goodness,” The woman gasps as the door opens and he pulls me out. We both burst out laughing and stumble across the foyer and out onto the street. Then he drags me around the corner and is on me. He has me pinned to an alleyway wall, his lips searing mine, his hard erection promising me bad things—disgustingly dirty things, just like he just told everyone in the elevator.
“One day somebody from an elevator is going to put a picture of you on Facebook with the heading ‘Do you know this sleazebag?’”
“Or his nanny.” He laughs and dips his head to suck on my lips. His tongue has a certain edge in it tonight. He’s in his rough mood—the one I love so much.
“Can we go back to my house before we go to yours?” he breathes as his arousal starts to become uncontrollable.
“Good idea,” I murmur as he grinds me hard with his hips.
That’s code for I want to fuck you loud and noisy.
He turns out onto the street and puts his arm up with renewed determination. “Taxi!”
Twenty minutes later, Cameron is leading me through his house and up the stairs in the darkness. And it just so happens I have my own little surprise waiting for him. I slipped over here this afternoon and got the things ready while he was at my house with Owen. I pretended I needed to get some groceries.
We walk into his bedroom to find a large mirror up against the wall and an armchair in front of it.
He frowns as he looks around the room. “I have a little surprise for you tonight, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk.
I lead him to the chair and I sit him down in front of the mirror. “Back in a minute,” I whisper with a tender kiss.
I walk into the second wardrobe and close the door behind me. It’s filled with my things now and I grab the outfit I need. I got Tiffany to borrow one of the lap dancing uniforms as well as a dark wig from the club. I quickly put them on and then reapply some hot pink lipstick, just like the night I first danced for him.
I find the song on my phone and I giggle at myself in the mirror. Who would have ever thought I would do anything like this?
Cameron Stanton makes me gah gah crazy.
I walk back out and stand in front of him. He inhales sharply. I’m wearing short, leather, caramel hotpants with coffee, knee-high boots and an organza see through top. Not to forget my long, dark wig.
It’s just like the two occasions I danced for him in the club, only this time we’re alone and he can have whatever he wants from me.
He hisses in approval and sits back, rearranging the erection in his pants. “Fucking yes,” he whispers.
I get on my knees in front of him and hit play on my phone. The sexy beat plays out.
His eyes widen.
“Somebody told me that I suck a good lollipop,” I whisper.
His eyes widen as he glues the puzzle pieces together. “Owen has a big mouth.”
I giggle as I pull him forward in the chair aggressively and spread his legs.
In slow motion, I unzip his pants as my eyes hold his. His mouth hangs open as he watches me and the backs of his fingertips dust my face.
“How can I service you tonight, sir?” I whisper as I kiss his cock.
He flexes it in approval.
I lick the length of him and close my eyes. God, he’s so fucking hot.
This beautiful body is all mine, and I intend to take full advantage of it.
I run my tongue over the tip and his eyes never leave me, as if he has to watch every single moment of this to believe it’s real.
I continue to tease him with my tongue, doing everything I can to drive him wild except for taking him fully in my mouth. His breath is catching and he is lifting off the seat toward my mouth. His eyes are flicking between the mirror and me.
I tear his legs farther apart and cup his balls in my hand. Pre-ejaculate is seeping from his end.
God’s gift to women.
“Suck me,” he eventually moans. “Fucking suck me, Ashley.”
I smile against his cock as my eyes search his. “Make me.”
The song starts again on repeat.
His eyes flash with delight. He knows I want to be dominated. I want him to take me how he wants me.
He feeds his cock into my mouth and grabs the back of my head, pushing me down onto him. Hmm, tastes so good.
He sits back and watches us in the mirror as he pushes me down onto him before his eyes close from the pleasure. God, he’s close already. I can feel it.
I suck as hard as I can, and it would have to be near painful for him. Finally, he moans and throws his head back.
“Putain d'enfer, tu fais si bien, bébé.” He moans.
Translation. Fucking hell, you do that so good, baby.
My eyes close. As soon as he starts talking dirty in French, I’m gone.
Mind and body overload.
His hand tenderly stokes my hair as he watches on.
I start to stroke him with my hand as my mouth sucks hard, and he convulses in pleasure as his body lifts off the seat to meet me.
“Ride me.” He growls. “Ride my cock now.”
Before I can respond, he’s lifted me and is ripping my shorts off, tearing my top over my shoulders. He turns me to face the mirror and pulls me back, spreading my legs before he impales me in one swift movement.
We stay still, our eyes locked on each other in the mirror, our breaths quivering as we try to hold off from our orgasms. I’m instantly transported back to the club when I desperately wanted to do this.
His hands take control of my hips and he circles me around him to open me up.
This is so hot, seeing my naked body spread out for his pleasure in the mirror. Seeing his thick cock slide into my body.
I will never get enough of this—get enough of this beautiful man beneath me.
Of this beautiful cock and how close it brings me to him.
He lifts me and brings me back down, forcing me to close my eyes.
“Spread your legs, Bloss. I need it hard, baby.” He growls.
I don’t know if I will even last two pumps with this visual in front of me. His two hands grab my pelvis and he starts to lift me and bring me back down hard. He bites my neck and I cry out.
He watches over my shoulder in the mirror. This is ridiculously hot.
The sight of us it spurs him on, and he starts to bounce me up and down with force.
“Knees up.” He growls.
Oh shit, I don’t know if I can take him like that. He’s too big.
“Cam…” I whisper.
“Get your fucking knees up, Ashley,” he snaps as he grabs my ankles.
I bring my knees up and he circles into me deep. My body shudders and, sensing my oncoming orgasm, he rides me hard. Up, down, in and out, and oh so fucking good.
The friction is shredding me, burning me—his cock is turning me inside out.
I bounce high and he grabs my shoulders from behind to hold me deep. I cry out as my orgasm rips through my body and he tips his head back and moans a guttural sound as his body reaches its own climax.
He turns me and kisses me over my shoulder, softly and tenderly. I smile against him.
Instant perfection.
“Hope you’re in the mood for pain, Bloss.” He smiles.
I giggle and he lifts me. His body is still in mine when takes me over and bends me over the bed, penetrating me deeper.
His lips drop to my neck. “You’re in for a hard night.”
I sit with my hand on Cameron’s thigh as he sits deep in thought, completing his crossword. Owen is upfront playing with the other kids.
We are on board the Stanton private plane on our way to Vegas with Joshua, Adrian, Natasha, all the kids, and three nannies. Jenna even came at Cameron’s insistence; they really do like each other. The boys are going to be busy, so Tash, Jenna, and I are going to go out on the town one of the nights. I wasn’t really keen, to be honest, but Tash and Jenna talked me into it. I would rather have stayed home, but they wanted a girl’s night out.
Jenna and Tash have gotten to know each other from Tash’s visits to our house. They have become firm friends.
10AK NIGHTCLUB
I stand in the crowded club as I wait for Tash and Jenna at the bar. Security is as tight as always. Natasha’s guards are never far away. I glance around to see them at their stations against the wall.
“Hey, good looking. Do you want to dance?” a man asks.
I glance around. Shit, where are the girls? “Ah, no thanks.” I smile. “I’m just waiting for my friends.”
“But you look so hot.” He grabs my arm and I pull it out of his grip.
“I said no, thank you,” I snap.
“What’s your problem?” He sneers.
“No problem. I just don’t want to dance.” Frigging hell. Buzz off, douche.
Cameron appears. Oh thank God. He stands next to the man and looks between us, sensing my apprehension. “Is there a problem here?” he asks.
“Who are you?” the guy snaps.
I start to look around. Where are the bloody security guards when you need them?
“None of your business,” Cameron snaps.
Oh shit. I look around. Security? Hello? You’re kind of needed over here.
“Is this dead shit your husband?” He frowns.
Bloody hell. “No, this is my…” I start to reply, but as I turn back to Cameron, I find him crouched down on bended knee with a ring held out in his hands.
My eyes widen.
“I’d like to be your husband for real.” He smiles up at me. “This time in Vegas, things will be different.”
My world stops.
This is the exact way we met, in the exact same spot. I get instant goosebumps, and his romantic score just skyrocketed through the roof.
Cameron’s eyes glow with affection as he looks up at me, waiting and expectant.
I glance over to Natasha and Jenna to see they are standing with Joshua, Adrian, and the group. They’re all watching on and smiling broadly. Natasha and Jenna are bouncing up and down on the spot. They so knew about this.
This was all planned.
Is this really happening?
“I should have trusted my gut instincts five years ago and taken you straight to the chapel and married you that night.” Cameron smiles hopefully.
I get a lump in my throat as I watch him on bended knee. He is perfect.
This is perfect.
The place we met.
“Will you marry me, Ashley Tucker?”
I nod, laugh, and then bend to kiss him. The crowd cheer around us. Our faces are scrunched together as we kiss and I think my smile is going to crack my cheeks. He stands and slowly slides the ring my finger. I can hardly see it through the happy tears.
It’s big—stupid huge, actually—and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him.
“You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me.
I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly.
“Say it out loud,” he begs quietly.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.”
THE END
No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn’t do this story justice in a two-page glance into the future… so stay tuned.
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