“Whose house is this?” Arden stared at the moon reflected in the gorgeous pool through the sliding glass doors in the huge master bedroom. Cam had driven them onto the property marked private and given her a tour of the house. She fell in love with it the instant she saw the kitchen and she didn’t even cook.

Her slack jawed admiration only grew as they went from room and she so hated whoever owned the place. Which again begged the question, who lived there?

She turned around to find Cam directly behind her. “Are you going to answer me? Whose house is this? Why are we here?” She punched him in the shoulder. “Answer me, Cam.”

“Come.” He took her hand and brought them back to the living room, taking a seat on the butterscotch-colored couch.

Arden narrowed her eyes. She didn’t like how he kept putting off answering her questions. “Cam.”

He stared at the fireplace. A real fireplace, too, not those electrical wannabes.

“It’s mine. I bought it.”

“What? When?” He never told her he had a house. What the hell? She grabbed his arm, nails digging in. “Since when do you have a house, Cam? I thought you only had the place above the shop.”

“I do.” He shook his head. “I did. Until today. I got this house today.”

She blinked at him like an idiot. “You’ve lost me, Mr. Mercer. You’d better start making sense real quick.” She glared when the corners of his mouth turned up.

“I called Indy after I dropped you off this morning and we went house hunting.”

“You-you did?” That bitch Indy was going feel her wrath for keeping something like that from her. “Why the secrecy?”

“It’s your surprise.” He turned toward her and clasped her hands in his.

Arden stared down at their joined hands then back up to the vulnerable, hesitant expression on his face. “Cam, seriously you’re scaring me. Speak already.”

“This is way harder than I thought it would be.” He choked out a laugh. “Suddenly I’m scared of your response.” His fingers dug into her wrist.

“My response to what?” Arden’s frustrations bubbled over and she tugged at his hold. “If you don’t start making sense in two seconds, Cameron Mercer, I’ll be kicking your ass.”

“Move in with me.” The words rushed out of him. “Here. I bought this house for us, for you and me. Move in with me. Make new memories with me.” His voice shook and Arden couldn’t have loved him more in that single moment.

She stared into his eyes, noting the irrational fear in their blue depths. Big Bad Mercer was a huge softy under all the cold hardness, one only had to chip away at it.

“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?” she asked.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “What? That night at the BBQ?”

She nodded. “Yes. I remember what you wore, jeans and a black t-shirt. And you stared at me the entire time.”

“You were hot.”

“You scared me.” She cupped his jaw and gazed into his eyes. “Your brother pointed you out, whispered how much of a cold bastard you were. Staying away from everyone, hugging the shadows, but I felt your gaze on me and it scared me. I was with your brother yet you, your gaze, had me hot.” She winked. “And wet.”

Cam leaned forward, planting a kiss on her lips as their foreheads pressed together. “Is that why you avoided me?”

“Precisely why. A guy like you wasn’t conducive to my supposed relationship with my father.”

“That was then.” His whispered words heated her face, made her tingly and wet. “What happens now?”

Arden circled his neck and launched herself on to his lap. “Now we’re moving in together.”

Cam held her waist as she bounced on him. “Yeah?”

“Yep.” She kissed him, open-mouthed and hot, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she rocked on his erection.

“Mmm.” He gripped her nape, fingers punishing as he ground into her.

Arden shuddered as the rough material of her jeans burned into her clit. Fucking good, but not enough. She broke the kiss and slid off his lap, dropping to her knees between his parted legs.

“Hold that thought, Mr. Mercer.” She unbuttoned his jeans and released the zipper. “We ’bout to christen our new home.” His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as she tugged his jeans off his hips. He lifted up and she pulled it off and tossed it aside.

His cock, unhindered by underwear, lay across his lower stomach, the flared crown flushed red, and wet. The thick veins bulged, throbbing visibly.

She touched the tip of a finger to the head and licked it off. Cam grunted, his cock bobbed, and she moaned at his taste. “Fist your cock,” she ordered as she stepped out of her clothes.

Cam complied readily, pulling on his erection, wrist twisting, flicking as he worked himself. Naked before him, moisture slid down the insides of her thighs. She dipped her finger in it and offered it to Cam who sucked on her finger like a fucking addict.

She watched him fuck his fist through lowered lashes, clit pulsing, cunt clenching in hunger. “You make me so greedy,” she whispered. “Wanna suck your cock while I ride it.”

His gaze flew to hers, those blues burning a hole through her as his hips lifted and groans fell from his suckable lips. “Get on your knees, princess. Suck me down.”

Fuck yeah. She used her clothes as padding for her knees and dropped to the polished wood floors before him, pushing his knees further apart. She covered his hand with hers, both jacking him off. Slick sounds and his sharp musk filled the room.

Sounds of their lovemaking. She loved it. The smells, so hot and carnal. Full of need and spice.

Cam grabbed the back of her head, pushed her onto his cock and she opened wide, swallowing, taking him deep.

“Fuck!” His fingers tightened in her hair and he set about fucking her mouth, thrusting deep, banging the back of her throat.

Arden moaned and hollowed her cheeks, eyes tearing up. She loved when he used her mouth, rammed into her, rough and rash. Her juices spilled and she brought a hand between her legs, pushing two fingers into her aching pussy.

Shit. She squeezed her eyes shut at the pleasure.

Using the back of her head, Cam forced her on and off his cock, going as deep as possible, until she couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. She flicked her clit with her thumb, saliva running down the sides of her mouth.

When he finally eased up, pulled a ways out, she swiped her tongue across the crown and underside, and then pushed it into his slit. He swelled on her tongue, pre-cum spilling and igniting her taste buds.

Arden sucked harder, lips sealed tight around him, pulling him down. She removed her drenched fingers from her sopping core and brushed them over his taint and perineum. Cam widened his thighs.

She fondled his heavy balls, rolling them around with one hand, as she released his cock and flattened her tongue down the underside.

Cam’s breaths were audible, unintelligible words spilling from his lips as he rolled his lips. Arden moved lower, kissing and licking his balls, before flicking her tongue over that place between balls and ass.

“Fuck.” Cam cursed above her head.

She pressed the pad of her finger to his hole then moved it when he groaned. A frustrated sound escaped him and she touched him there again, dipping the tip of her pinkie into his tight hole.

“God!” His cock jerked, he bucked and she removed the finger. “Damn it, Arden. Don’t tease.”

“Tease, who me?’ She pushed her index and middle into him, breaching the tight outer ring and sinking inside.

Cam trembled at the invasion, muscles in his thighs bunching. His ass muscles clamped around her intrusion, hot and too fucking tight to be real.

“Yesss,” he hissed. His hips rolled and her fingers sank even deeper. Arden curved them, pulling out and thrusting in.

“Mother of—fuck!” Cam arched, hands leaving her hair to grip the seat of the couch.

Arden stared up at his body, glistening with sweat, cock leaking on his stomach. “Wish I had a cock,” she whispered. “I’d ride you hard. Fuck you raw.” She twisted her wrist, scraped against him, and Cam howled.

“Get up here, princess.” Cam moved away, shifted to lie along the couch.

“Damn.” Arden’s pussy clenched. Removing her fingers, she stood and straddled him, positioning his slick head to her entrance. Holding Cam’s gaze, she bore down.

“Ah, shit!”

“Cam!” His cock inside her was a new threshold of pleasure. His thick shaft dragged along her channel, spilling her juices. “God, Cam.”

“Yeah, princess.” He clasped both his hands on her hips and urged her to move, rocking her on his cock.

She leaned forward, circling his shoulders, breathing into his open mouth. “Fuck me.”

He took her at her word, lifting her off him then slamming her down. Over and over.

Screams fell from her lips, sending her hoarse, but the pleasure. Oh, the fucking pleasure. Tiny sparks ignited in her womb and grew wider, spreading through her blood. Her veins heated, skin grew hotter and tighter, and she couldn’t hear. Couldn’t see.

Her entire being centered on the cock pounding into her, shattering her into a million pieces.

“Come for me, princess,” Cam rasped against her lips. “I’m gonna flood you, fill you up.”

Shit, his dirty talk sealed the deal. Arden cried out as she blew apart, nails digging into Cam’s shoulders as she rode that fucking cock. Hot seed filled her, triggering another climax and she collapsed onto his chest, fighting for breath as her lungs burned.

“Damn.” Cam’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “Intense shit right there, princess.”

“Far from the usual, that’s for damn sure.”

He kissed her forehead, pulled her tighter into his embrace as his softened cock slid out of her. Arden moaned.

“I think I know what I’ll get you for your house warming gift,” Cam said against her ear.

“Hmm, what?” She licked a bead of sweat off his left pec.

“A cock.”

Her pussy clenched around him. “That’s the shit.” She kissed his chin. “I love your kinky ass.”

His laughter rumbled in his chest. “Back at you.”