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But then, I thought about the reaction he’d probably have when I did tell him. If I’d learned anything about Cameron in the couple of weeks we’d been dating, it was that he was protective of his family. And if he thought I was trying to hurt them—which, honestly, I had been—the outcome couldn’t be good.

“Are you sure?” Trent asked. “You’re barely here today.”

I sighed. “Just a headache,” I partially lied. I did have one. And Tylenol hadn’t gotten rid of it.

My phone suddenly rang, and I grabbed it out of my pocket, a small smile tilting my lips when I saw Cameron’s name on the screen. When I answered it, I greeted him with, “Didn’t I tell you that I’d be working today?”

His husky chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “And didn’t I tell you I’d bother you anyway?”

“You said you’d text me,” I reminded him.

He hummed. “Well, I decided to call instead to see if we could spend some time together this evening.”

My heart fluttered in my chest. “I don’t get off until close to seven,” I warned him. “I’ll honestly probably be too tired to go anywhere tonight.”

“I’ll order pizza,” he told me, “and I’ll bring it with me when I come over.”

A surprised laugh ripped from my lungs. This man did not give a single fuck about boundaries or social niceties. “Did you just invite yourself over?”

“Yep,” he said, popping the P. “I believe I did. I’ll see you at eight, little devil.” And with that, he ended the call, not even giving me a chance to respond. I blinked at my phone once I brought it down from my ear.

Fuck, the nerve of him. And damn, why did I have to like it?

“Cameron?” Trent asked, a knowing smile on his lips. “How’s your… thing going?”

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, giving a shrug. “It’s… going,” I said, noncommittally. And thankfully, he didn’t get a chance to inquire more because our waitress popped up with our food, immediately distracting him.

The smell of my food only made my stomach turn. Cameron had been pushy but still just… nice on that phone call. No ulterior motives like me.

I was such a fucking bitch.

When I opened the door to let Cameron in, he pressed a kiss to my forehead before moving past me, setting the pizza he’d brought with him on my kitchen counter. I closed and locked my door back, and before I could even open my mouth to say a word to him, his hand was around my throat, my back was to the door, and his sinful mouth was on mine.

I moaned, arching my back and pressing my body into his. My mind blanked of everything but Cameron and how good his hands felt on my body. How fucking well he fucked his tongue between my lips, stealing my breath and robbing me of my senses.

“Cameron,” I moaned when he grasped a handful of my hair and yanked my head to the side, his tongue sliding over my neck before he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot that made my eyes roll back in my head and the most embarrassing moan rip from my throat.

“God, the sounds you make…” Cameron growled against my skin before he slipped a hand into my sweatpants. A shudder wracked through my body when his finger found my clit. Stars burst behind my eyelids when that same finger did something magical, and my knees went weak.

I whined and moaned and whimpered as Cameron worked that sensitive bundle of nerves until I was coming on his fingers, gasping for air. He pulled back from me, his pupils blown and taking over his dark irises, his chest heaving. “Bedroom. Where?”

I grabbed his hand before pulling him after me through the kitchen and the living room. As soon as I pushed open my bedroom door, Cameron gripped my hips and tossed me onto the bed. I leaned up on my elbows, my breathing heavy as he toed off his boots and shrugged his cut off his shoulders. Once he had both items off, his cut draped over my dresser, he tugged his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. My mouth began to water when he unfastened his jeans and dropped them right along with his boxers, his cock standing hard and proud between his hairy thighs.

Fuck.

“Condoms are in my nightstand drawer,” I panted as he crawled onto the bed, moving his body over mine.

“Good,” he growled before he kissed me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. We parted just long enough for him to tug my shirt over my head, and then he was devouring me again, his lips moving down my body. And when my sweats and thong were off, he shoved my thighs apart before burying his face between my legs.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my back arching as my hips rolled. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, God,” I sobbed, my body trembling. He groaned against me, licking, sucking, fucking doing so many magical things with his tongue that I could barely breathe.

My back bowed off the bed, my orgasm crashing through me without warning. He moaned, licking up everything I gave him, before he rose above me, fumbling in my nightstand drawer for a condom. Once it was rolled on, he notched himself at my opening, his arms trembling beside my head, his beard glistening with my juices.

“I am so goddamn addicted to you,” he rasped before he slid inside of me, stretching me open as his cock filled me. I whimpered his name, my nails clawing at his back and shoulders. And then, we were moving, his hips slinging back and forth, my body rising to meet each deep stroke of his thick shaft. The headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall behind the bed, and the wooden slats creaked beneath the bedspring.

He kissed me, his arms cradling my face. Our teeth clashed. Tongues danced. And then, I was soaring, my muscles contracting around him, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Cameron snarled my name and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he followed me over the edge.

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