Page 76 of Dr. Brandt

“Yup,” I said with a smack of my lips, “I had an orgasm so wild, I was seeing stars.” I laughed at how stupid that sounded.

Cameron licked his lips. “Really?” His eyes grew hungry. His dick was at full attention as he settled himself between my legs again. “Time to up that game, baby,” he said, his eyes fixed with purpose.

At some point, we were going to have to discuss where the fuck we were going to take everything from here, but right now, I just wanted to feel these feelings with my Cam again. And with Cam, more rounds always equaled better sex.

The sound of a phone buzzing in the room made my body jerk awake.

“Oh shit!” I said, my heart pounding, having absolutely no sense of time. “No, no, no,” I chanted as I shot out of bed, nearly running into the sliding glass doors to my right.

“Jessa,” Cam said, coming out from nowhere. I covered my heart and jumped back in my panicked state.

“Jesus! Say something before you just manifest from thin air.” I ran a clammy palm over my forehead. “How long have we been here?”

He’d just taken a shower. His hair was wet, and a white towel was wrapped perfectly around his waist.

Damn, you’re so fucking hot! I thought.

“Nope, not going there.” I held my finger up. “We’re not having another round. I have to find Jacks, and I need to find my goddamn phone,” I said in frustration, totally fucking out of it.

Cameron pinched his lips, then licked them in the Cameron-style of maintaining his composure while I was losing my shit. Jacks was most likely looking for me, and, of course, he would find me with his doctor.

Shit, this is not good.

Cam walked over to show me it was his phone that was blowing up. He waved the phone at me. “I’m on a group chat with the dipshits on this yacht,” he said, looking at his phone. “They’re blowing it up because you and I went missing about two hours ago.” Then, he laughed, “Collin and Jake have bets going like the dumbasses they are.”

I knew my eyes were bulging out of my head. “Well, isn’t this just super?” I said, finding my shirt had fallen to the floor. I picked it up and pulled it back on, “Where are the rest of my damn clothes?”

Cameron let out another laugh.

“You think this is funny?” I questioned, angrier than a wet hornet.

“I think you’re the most adorable, sexy woman I have ever known.” He leaned against the desk that was situated across the room. His arms were crossed as he watched me fidget with my jeans, struggling to think. “Jacks texted,” he said casually, and I froze. “It’s what woke me up after I dozed off, holding you in my arms.”

“What did he say? He’s probably blowing my phone up.”

“He mentioned he wanted flying lessons or something like that.” Cameron shrugged, “I texted him back and said it was up to you. Then we went back and forth.” He tilted his head to the side while all my panicked movements stopped, and I suddenly felt like I could dress without hurting myself.

“You went back and forth?” I said with a half-smile.

I loved to see this look on his face. He looked so youthful—happy—like everything was right in his world.

He nodded. “Uh, huh,” he said, putting his phone on the desk and crossing his arms. “We got to texting about some plays that badass quarterbacks such as ourselves, make in the game.”

I smiled, “I find it lovely that the two of you hit it off like you did, you know?”

He rose from where he leaned against the desk. He crossed the room, and then I was in his arms, and he kissed my forehead. Then, he pulled back to where his eyes could meet mine, “I find it astounding that he pulled off a quarterback sneak play that I thought only I knew.”

“Which is?” I asked. Cameron’s eyes were focused on me, but I could tell his mind and heart were with the conversation he and Jacks had on text.

“It’s the one where the defense is ready to blitz after the snap, and instead of me trying to jump on the line and get the extra yard for the touchdown, I took the snap, flipped it to the running back, and he ran it in for the first down or touchdown.”

I laughed. “I know which one you’re talking about. He ran that in double overtime last season. They scored and won the game.”

“Absolutely inspiring,” he said with a laugh. “Unfortunately, I had to crush the kid’s ego by mentioning I’d run the same damn play.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, I think Jacks figured he made that play up.”

He looked at me, his striking blue eyes glittering with excitement. “So strange how genetics work. You know?”

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