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)
I nod as I watch them laugh together. “They fell in love as kids and then couldn’t be together. They reconnected in their late twenties.”
Ashely smiles in wonder as she watches them. “Sounds so romantic.”
“They’ve got one of the most incredible love stories. They’ve been to Hell and back. They adore each other.”
She frowns and then looks up at me, smiling softly. “I adore you.”
I bend and take her lips in mine. “You ready to go home, Ashley Tucker, my all night fucker?”
She laughs out loud and I spin her around.
“With a romantic line like that, how can I resist?” she replies.
“Well, I am a three in the romance category, remember?” I raise a brow.
“Five.” She smirks.
We continue to sway to the music. “I’ve been upgraded to a five?”
She kisses me and then smiles softly, pulling my ear down to her mouth. “Maybe a seven, but don’t tell anyone,” she whispers. “I don’t want it to get out on the street.”
I laugh. This woman kills me. “How about I take you home where I know I can give you a ten?”
She licks her lips and smiles up at me, with those big beautiful eyes shining.
I need to bury myself deep inside this woman tonight.
Fuck. I can’t get enough.
I can’t get close enough.
I push my hips forward so she can feel how hard I am for her.
“Do you want to fuck me, Cam?” she whispers sexily.
“You know I do.”
She smiles as her eyes drop to my lips. “My body is yours. You just have to take it.”
I raise an eyebrow. I want her body. I want all of her body. That beautiful fucking ass is on my hit list.
“We’re going home, Bloss. I need me some supper.”
I stand at the end of the bed. My cock is thumping at the sight of her lying naked and spread waiting for me. Only a small lamp lights the room. Ashley’s writhing around with arousal as she watches me slowly take my suit off. I undressed her first. I’ve been waiting to do it all night. I undo my bowtie as my eyes hold hers and she smiles sexily as I throw it aside. Then I open my shirt button by button, and then slide off my pants. I’ve never been so hard, so hot for one woman in my life.
This is as much mental as it is physical.
I drop to my knees at the side of the bed. I need to worship every inch of this woman who can make me feel this way. I open her legs and spread her pink flesh in front of me.
Perfection.
Unable to help it, I slide I finger in and feel her clench around me. My cock pumps in appreciation.
“Cameron,” she whimpers.
Our eyes lock, and in some unspoken way, I know she feels the same. “I know, baby,” I whisper. “I know.”
I drop my head and inhale her scent deeply, my eyes closing in ecstasy. My tongue darts out for a taste, just a taste of Heaven that only she can give me.
I lick deeper and then I have to suck. I can’t help it. I become almost violent as I take her hard. Her hands drop to the back of my head and she moans in pleasure.
I smile against her. It’s going to be one hell of a long, hard night.
Ashley
I sit at the table at my house with my heart hammering in my chest. It’s Monday night. We’re at my house and Cameron has just cooked us dinner. Owen gets home in the morning and I have to tell Cam now. We’re inseparable and I’ve never felt closer to anyone before. We flew in late last night, and then today we worked. He was in his surgery today, so I didn’t see him. The days are long without him. It’s just assumed now that we will spend every night together. It’s what feels natural—what feels right. My heart is about to escape my chest as I watch him over the table.
“Cam, I have to talk to you.”
“What about?”
I pause as I watch him. Please handle this well. Please, please handle this well.
“There’s something I haven’t told you about me.”
He frowns. “Go on.”
My mouth is suddenly as dry as sandpaper and I can’t speak. How do I say this?
“I want you to know that it doesn’t change who I am. Who… who we are?” I stammer.
“What are you going on about?”
“I have a son.”
His face drops. “What?”
“I said I have a son.”
His eyes widen in horror and he stands violently with his glass in his hand. “What the hell do you mean you have a son?” He growls. “Where is he?”
“He’s been at his grandmother’s for twelve days. He gets back tomorrow,” I push out in a rush.
He runs his hand though his hair. “How old is he?”