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Zanya reaches her own climax. And when she does, she cries out loudly. “Yes, Daddy!”

The words pull me over the cliff with her.

For long minutes after, I stand under the spray of the shower, letting the evidence of my orgasm wash down the drain, wishing she really was here with me so she could drink it all up instead.

Chapter 11

Zanya

After my solo time in the shower I’m ready to face whatever torture Cameron has planned for me. The drive to his place is quiet, both Johannes and I opting to keep our thoughts to ourselves. Every so often, I notice him looking over at me, and each time I can’t help my smile.

Johannes heads into North Finchley, the rows upon rows of well-kept houses don’t surprise me. It’s exactly the kind of place I’d imagine the put-together Cameron staying.

“Okay, Little Mouse. I’m fairly certain I don’t have a tail but I can’t risk driving up to Cameron’s house, so he’s meeting you at the coffee shop over there,” he says as he pulls up to the curb. He’s looking a little nervous again and it takes me a second to realize what the problem might be.

“Uh, big guy?” I ask, waiting for him to look at me. “Can I have a kiss?”

The face behind the beard reddens again and he leans closer to me, offering me his mouth. My lips touch his, and the hair of his beard tickles my face. I sigh and lean into the kiss.

With my heart racing all over again, I hop out of the car, and with a wave, head into the cute coffee shop. It takes me only a few seconds to spot Cameron and the moment he sees me, he gets up and walks toward me with a cup in each hand.

“Johannes said you like hot chocolate,” he says, offering me one cup. I eagerly grab it before taking a hearty sip. It’s the perfect combination of chocolate, cream, and melted marshmallowy goodness.

“Hmmm, thank you!”

“My house is just a few streets away. You warm enough to walk?”

I respond with a nod, and thanks to the hot chocolate I’m halfway to Little headspace, so I grab his hand and pull him out of the shop. “Lead the way!”

He chuckles as he does just that. We stroll down the street, drinking our beverages and swinging our intertwined hands between us. The entire way he entertains me with stories of growing up in Andre’s world. Andre himself was very young when he took in Cameron’s mum, but he’d always made time for the younger boy, which quite clearly led to the hero worship I hear in Cameron’s voice.

“I know he’s a criminal and what I’m doing isn’t legal, but he has really strict rules. And as he says, someone has to keep the underbelly of London under control.”

I admire his resolve and confidence, and even though I don’t understand completely, he’s not wrong. The police can’t keep a handle on crime no matter how hard they try. Having someone, well… police them from the inside… is probably the best solution.

“What are we gonna do today?” I ask when there is a lull in conversation.

“I’m gonna talk you through some rudimentary hacking of security systems, and we’ll start running through the guys Mr. Parker has earmarked for you to hit.”

“A snooze fest, then?” I snark, and giggle when he growls and starts tickling me in retribution.

“Oh, you little minx! I’m gonna teach you to tease me!”

My laughter rings out as I pull away and start running down the pavement. The people around us smile as he catches me and throws me over his shoulder.

“I’ll show you a snooze fest, Kitty Cat.”

His arm is wrapped around the back of my thighs, keeping me in place as I squeal in protest. Before I can start struggling in earnest, he jogs up a couple of steps. When he opens the door, he puts me down gently before indicating I should precede him into the house.

This place is remarkably less decorated for the season, but there is a token plastic tree in the corner opposite the fireplace. It has a few sparse decorations on it, and it makes my heart sad that Cameron doesn’t have the same love for Christmas as my other… oh shucks, I was just gonna say boyfriend, wasn’t I?

“Kitty Cat, you’re doing it again. What’s that frown about?”

“Where are your Christmas decorations?”

Realization lights up his face as he smiles at me.

“I don’t spend Christmas here, precious. If I’m not on a shift, I normally try to sneak in the day before Christmas Eve and stay there with Mum for the duration.”

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