Page 177 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“I love you,” he murmured right before he spread my cum all over my asshole and slowly pushed his fingers inside, his tongue pressing on my clit.

“Camden!” I cried out as he stretched my hole, his lips sensually sucking and licking my core at the same time.

This felt like a dream—an incredibly erotic dream—but a dream nonetheless.

“Taste so good, baby girl,” he murmured as my head thrashed from all the nerves he was brushing up against with every thrust of his fingers.

“Come, Anastasia,” Camden growled, and I screamed as another orgasm burst through me, goosebumps exploding across my skin as he continued to finger fuck me through my pleasure.

My breath was coming out in frantic pants as he pulled his fingers out and slipped off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

I was faintly aware of the sound of running water, my eyes growing heavy again.

I was so tired.

“Go to sleep, little dancer,” he whispered when he returned, pulling me onto his chest. I buried my face in his neck and breathed him in, and once again, I slept.

CHAPTER 36

ANASTASIA

Camden was still asleep when I woke up, wrapped around him like I had been every morning since I’d started sleeping in his bed.

He was so freaking beautiful. There wasn’t anything about him that I wasn’t completely obsessed with.

Except maybe the fact that he’d locked me in our bedroom and got me fired behind my back...I was still debating how I felt about that.

“Who’s stalking who now, baby girl?” he said in a growly, sleepy voice before his eyes flicked open, revealing those tornado-green eyes that I loved so much. My breath caught, because I’d never get used to what I saw when I looked in them. Love and devotion and obsession...everything I wanted from him.

“How are you feeling?” he asked carefully, and I continued to stare at him as I considered his question.

Shifting, I realized that my...ass was a little sore. My eyes widened.

Oh, that hadn’t been a dream!

Blushing, I sighed. “Are you asking how my body is feeling...or my heart?”

He huffed and pushed some hair out of his face, his bulging bicep catching my eye as he moved.

I was definitely on the horny side this morning, not the best state of being for the important conversation we needed to have.

“I’m always worried about both, baby girl,” he said.

I closed my eyes and fell back on the pillow with a huff. “Are you even sorry?”

Now it was his turn to huff. He took so long to answer that I finally glanced over at him.

He was studying me like I was a puzzle he was desperate to figure out. “No,” he finally said.

Not shocking me at all.

“And I’d do it again, and again, and again. As long as it got you here in my bed like this.”

I considered that statement. It made me feel good. Really good. I’d never been wanted. Ever. So the way Camden James wanted me, it was like heroin—a high I would be desperate for, for the rest of my life.

“Let me ask you a question, baby girl,” Camden said, reaching over to pull me back onto his chest.

“What?” I asked, tracing the tattoos inked across his skin.

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