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His expression intense, he increases the pace, making me moan out his name until my orgasm finally breaks and pleasure overtakes me.

Cameron increases his pace even more until he groans loudly with a final thrust and collapses on top of me.

After a few moments, he shifts so he’s lying on his stomach next to me, one arm draped over my middle as we both catch our breath.

I brush my hair off my forehead and stare at the ceiling. How does it keep getting better each time?

Cameron chuckles, and I realize I asked that out loud.

He turns his head to look at me and smiles. “I don’t know, Mon, but it does.” His smile grows. “It definitely does.”

After shifting to his side, he pulls me over, so my back is against his front. He kisses the top of my head before brushing my hair off my shoulder.

Nestled against him, I close my eyes, relaxing into the warmth of his body.

Sighing happily, he tightens his hold. “This is where you’re meant to be, Monica.” He drops a kiss on my shoulder. “You belong in my arms.”

Chapter 33

Monica

“I can’t believe this is your life.”

Claire laughs before taking a sip of champagne.

We’re lounging on the rooftop terrace of Elliot’s penthouse—which Claire now shares with him—watching the sunset. One of Elliot’s clients sent him a gift basket containing wine, champagne, and various cheeses, crackers, meets, olives, chocolates, and nuts. Apparently, when Elliot noticed Claire salivating over it, he gave the basket to her, and she invited me over to share in the bounty.

She’s a good friend.

I pop an olive into my mouth. “I could get used to this.”

“Your parents don’t have a roof deck?”

She knows full well they don’t. I throw a cashew at her, and it bounces off her shoulder, landing on the ground.

She laughs before relaxing deeper into her lounger. Being in love with Elliot suits her. She glows with happiness. We’ve been friends since college, and I’ve never seen her look so content, not even when she was with her ex, Stephen.

“Have you talked to your mom?”

I take a long sip of champagne. “Yup.”

“Is she excited you’re coming home?”

I grimace. “Not exactly.”

I know my mom is independent and doesn’t like asking for help, but it still hurt that she was initially opposed to me staying in Dayton after her surgery.

Claire frowns. “I thought she changed her mind and was glad you were going to be around?”

“Sort of.” If “changing her mind” means begrudgingly accepting I was coming home for a few weeks, whether she liked it or not.

“You know, she’s probably just scared about the surgery.”

I sigh. “I know.”

“And now her only child is going to be home to witness her at her most vulnerable. That’s got to be hard for her.”

I glance over at Claire. “Huh.” My mom is a proud person, and I didn’t think of it quite like that. “That actually makes sense.”

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