Page 116 of The Pucking Wrong Man

He just lifted an eyebrow at me. Hmmm. I guess working nonstop was kind of like a prison sentence when I thought about it.

“Yeah, sorry. We’re on our way right now. Can you move everything up?” he asked. I could hear the faint sound of a woman speaking on the other end, although I couldn’t hear what she was saying. Camden was definitely being intentionally vague.

I realized my shoulders had tensed, my eyes narrowing. I didn’t like him talking to another woman. I kind of wanted to grab the phone and hit end just so the conversation would stop.

No need to be crazy, Anastasia.

After a few more grunts on Camden’s end, he hung up the phone and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his thigh while he drove.

If I really needed money, I could probably take a picture of him like this and put it on OnlyFans. There had to be a kink for that sort of thing.

I snorted at the thought. I could never. If I thought that listening to him have a very innocent phone conversation with a woman was bad, I could only imagine what my feelings would be if there were thousands of women drooling over him all over the World Wide Web.

Although, come to think of it...there already was. He was a star NHL hockey player. And I was pretty sure he’d done an underwear ad…

I made a mental note to not do any more research on him than I’d already done. No need to stumble on a fan site or a Reddit page.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked. “You’ve got that little smirk on your lips, so I know it must be good."

“OnlyFans,” I said lightly. And he almost swerved off the road.

“What? Why are you thinking about that?” he asked, his voice sounding very concerned.

“Just thinking of ways to earn some money.”

He made a choking sound and shook his head. “Let’s table that idea for another day, shall we? A heart attack would be seriously inconvenient right now.”

“I hear they pay a lot on there for feet pics,” I told him, my tone very serious.

He side-eyed me, clearly panicked.

“I can definitely go back to Charlie’s if this is the direction you’re headed. And it’s not my particular thing, but I will pay you for your feet pics if need be.”

“What?” I laughed. “Is that a hidden kink of yours? I knew you were too good to be true.”

His eyes flashed at that comment, and he wrinkled his nose. “Over my dead body is any person, male or female, getting pictures of you—feet or otherwise.”

My stomach tightened, bile rising in my throat as I thought about the pictures someone already had…

Blinking hard, I tried to push away those thoughts. I just wanted to have a good time with Camden tonight.

Just for tonight.

My laugh was delayed as I shook my head. “I’d strip before sending people pictures of my feet. You’re safe.”

The truck swerved again, going into the other lane as my screech shot through the cab.

“Are you okay?” I gasped, trying to slow my heart rate down as he righted the vehicle.

“Just had that heart attack I mentioned,” he growled as he pulled into a parking lot of what looked like a high-end beauty salon.

“Old man problems,” I said with a nod. “Understandable.”

“You just want to be spanked, don’t you, baby girl?” he growled as he parked.

I ignored the way my clit was pulsing and my panties were drenched, and I peered at the building. “What are we doing here?” I asked instead of answering his question.

“Getting ready for our date,” he answered mysteriously as he jumped out of the truck and jogged to the other side.

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