Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Oh dear God.
His mouth is ravaging my neck, while his hands are roaming up and down my body.
“You feel so fucking good, Bloss,” he growls into my open mouth.
He remembered. He remembered what he called me that night, all those years ago.
He suddenly lifts my legs around his waist, and his hand slips under my blouse to skim my ribcage and cup my breast.
Holy… shit! I’m going to come, right here, right now.
His hand grabs the back of my hair and he pulls it aggressively so that my head tips back and our eyes meet.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” he breathes.
Unable to answer, I nod.
“My bed. Now.” He growls as he grinds me through his pants.
“Cameron,” I whisper. “Work,” I breathe. God, we are supposed to be at an appointment in twenty minutes.
“I can’t wait.”
“You… have to,” I pant.
“I want you now.” He grinds against me hard again as he bites my neck painfully.
Holy crap. This man.
“Tonight,” I breathe. “Tonight, you can have me.”
He kisses me again, slower, as if slightly satisfied with that answer “I want all of you tonight.”
I smile against his lips. Unable to pretend anymore, I whisper the words, “C'est moi qui veut tous vous.
Translation: It’s me that wants all of you.
He smirks as he kisses me. “I fucking knew it was you.” He pulls back to look at me. “Why did you say you didn’t know me?”
I rub my fingers through his stubble as my eyes search his. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I lost my phone.” Suddenly, his passion turns to regret, and he kisses me softly as he runs his fingers through my hair to straighten it back out. “You’re a bad influence, Ashley Tucker.” He smiles sexily. “Seducing me in my laundry room on my way to work.”
As if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I see the fun, carefree man I met in Vegas standing in front of me, and I feel like I can finally be myself with him, once again, as we kiss tenderly.
Oh, it’s still there. That feeling between us is still there.
“What are you going to do when I suck your dick under the desk in your office, Dr. Stanton?” I smile up at him.
His eyes widen. “That can’t happen, Ashley.”
“It might. This tongue gets pretty crazy.” I stick it out and wave it around.
He smirks. “No, I’m serious. I can’t...” He stops, all flustered. “You can’t ever do that. I will lose my job. I’m not supposed to be going anywhere near you. Nobody can know about this. Ever!”
I stand on my tiptoes and run my tongue over his lips. “What if I swallowed?”
He smiles and grabs me roughly as he half tackles me up against the wall. “You’re still a fucking great wife.” He turns me and pushes me in the direction of door and slaps my behind hard.
I stumble as I reach the hallway, and he falls back into his role-play. He gestures to the laundry. “And that’s the laundry room, where dirty things go to be cleaned.”
I laugh and he leans in to kiss me. “I’m going to have to punish you for accidently forgetting me on purpose,” he whispers against my lips.
I bite his bottom lip and drag it out. “That was my plan all along.”
He grabs me hard, and our eyes lock. “You’re going to fucking get it tonight.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me. “And you better have your blue pills ready.”
It’s 3pm and I am sitting in our hospital’s cafeteria with Amber and the other interns. Cameron and I spent the morning at the children’s hospital, and I practically floated around the corridor watching him with the children, mesmerized by everything that came out of his perfect mouth. He was focused on his job, but when we left he stole a kiss in the car and promised me more carnal things. I’m hardly able to wipe the goofy grin from my face. He kissed me. He’s still here—the beautiful, witty guy I met in Vegas is still alive, he just hides himself at work under this serious exterior. It’s a requirement of being in the medical profession, but I’m so glad that I’m the one getting to peek behind his mask. I’m bursting to ring Jenna and tell her of the latest development.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” they all reply, distracted.
I walk up the hall and dial her number. She answers on the first ring. “Hello? Oh my God. Guess what?” she cries out.
“What?”
“Elliot asked me out tomorrow night.”
I smile broadly. “Great.” I bite my bottom lip. “Holy shit. I have news, too.”
“What?”
“We kissed. I ‘fessed up to knowing him.”
“What?”
“I know. He’s still the same. He hasn’t changed at all and he wants to see me tonight,” I whisper as I screw up my face. That means she has to babysit again. “Is that okay?”