Page 185 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“I love you,” Camden whispered, and we both moaned as he slowly pulled out of me.

I immediately felt empty without him. I felt the same way that he did, like I lived for the moments he was inside me.

His hand was still around my throat. Camden’s fingers slid through my folds, pushing the cum back inside that had begun to drip out of me.

I soaked in his leisurely movements; the feral edge I’d had, finally sated. I barely moved when he slid his fingers over my asshole, using our combined essence to push inside with just his fingertip.

“I’m going to take this next, baby girl,” he murmured, slowly fucking in and out. “Are you ready for that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, a smile spreading across my face at his answering groan.

He gave me another orgasm, this time with his finger in my ass and his lips devouring my breasts. Then he flipped on the lights to make sure my costume was put back into place and my hair was smoothed before we walked out of the closet hand in hand.

Our friends were waiting for us in the lobby, and I swore they all gave us identical grins when we walked in.

“Well, well, well, Anastasia’s performance ended thirty minutes ago. A lot to handle backstage?” Ari hummed, his eyebrows wagging up and down.

I went to make an excuse, but Camden beat me to it. “We were celebrating,” he answered, completely unapologetic. My whole body flushed red as the group burst into laughter.

“You were amazing!” Olivia’s voice said from somewhere. Blake lifted up her phone, showing Olivia and Walker on FaceTime with baby Isabella. “I was crying the entire time!” she squealed.

Walker pressed a kiss against the side of her head. “She’s stopped crying all the time, so that actually is a big deal,” he commented fondly.

I grinned at them, choked up that they cared enough to watch even with the new baby.

Everyone came up to congratulate me.

And they all had flowers.

“Radiuses,” Camden sternly reminded Ari when he stepped up to hug me. He backed up dramatically, his hands up in front of him.

My eyes were shiny as I stared at the new family Camden had given me—by themselves, more than I could have ever dreamed.

Together, though, they seemed like a miracle.

Camden’s arms slid around me, and he buried his face against my neck. “Are you happy, baby girl?” he murmured, his lips caressing my skin.

It was amazing how much I wanted him, even though I’d just had him.

I had a feeling it was always going to be like this. A never-ending desire for Camden James.

I’d laid on that cot all those months ago, night after night, and wondered if life was always going to be like that. If all I would ever know was struggle. I didn’t know when all of me would believe my new life was real.

“How’s your leg?” Camden asked, his arms stroking up and down my back as the elevator began its ascent to the penthouse.

“Pretty good,” I murmured lazily, enjoying the feel of his hands. I’d definitely need to ice my leg before falling asleep, but for now I was okay. “I think I’m ready to get into bed, though.”

“I’m hoping you can wait up for just a little longer,” he said, an edge to his voice as the elevator doors dinged and then opened. I glanced up at his face, but a flickering light caught my attention from inside.

Peering curiously into the penthouse, I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

The living room was bathed in a warm, golden glow. Candles were set up all over, their flames dancing and flickering from every surface.

Pictures of Camden and me adorned the walls and tables everywhere, capturing months of laughter, love, and the most extreme happiness that was possible.

“Camden?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

I turned to look at him, and he was down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hand. My heart stopped as I stared down at him.

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