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“No, let me. I got you.” He lowers us back down, and I roll my hips against him, rubbing the wetness pooling in my core up anddown his length. I brace my hand on his chest, and he clasps his over mine. “I have you, Cameron.”

Tonight, I want to take care of him. I want to watch the concern shadowing his face melt away and to make him forget, for however long, about being benched, about the paparazzi, and about all the people who hurt him.

“You have no idea, sweet girl,” he sighs.

This might be the stupidest, most erratic, and most impulsive thing I’ll ever do, but I’m tired of denying this need for him any longer.

Chapter 26

Cameron

My defenses crumble.Brick by brick, they built the walls I wore as badges of strength and resilience.

Then, she happened.

With Daphne, everything aligns, despite my broken pieces.

She reminds me of a version of myself that I thought was lost—a version that knew how to live and not just bear the days. The old Cam. Her presence mends wounds that I and others deemed beyond repair.

She sees me, not for the football legacy, but for the man I truly am. Even with the parts of myself I’m ashamed of.

Daphne is stunning as she pushes her lavender hair back, quickening her pace as she grinds her hips over me. She’s so wet that with one buck of my hips, I could be inside of her.

I rake my gaze along her body, the one I’ve dreamt about for months. It’s even better than I remembered. Soft, dimpled skin. My hands squeeze over her thighs and hips, leaving pink imprints, marking her.

Her rhythm intensifies as she leans forward so her perfect breasts are in my face. I run my tongue along her nipples, and her breathing deepens.

God, she’s so fucking perfect.

She reaches behind her back, grabbing the base of my cock, positioning it at her entrance. Bare and raw.

She is so tight, so wet, so warm. I have never been stupid enough to fuck without a condom. But this…there’s no coming back from having her like this.

“Wait,” I breathe.

“Don’t worry.” She shakes her head. “I’m on Depo, and, well, you’re the last person I’ve been with,” she says through an erratic breath. “A-are you clear?”

My teeth grit together. “Nothing to report.” My brain is short-circuiting.

“I need to feel you like this, Cameron.” Her eyelashes flutter as she places the tip of my cock inside of her. I watch her body respond, clenching around me. “I want to feel all of you.”

I’m a fucking goner.

“Daphne” is all I can manage to say in a ragged breath.

Our eyes lock, and she slides down slowly, tightening around me. Her mouth contorts into an O, and then she drags her teeth over her bottom lip. Her thighs tremble as she takes more than half of me. I don’t move yet. Instead, I rub her soft skin, clasping one of her hands in mine. She sets her free hand on my chest and leans forward, rubbing a nipple along my lips again. I oblige, taking it into my mouth. Vanilla intoxicates me. With a final drop, she takes all of me.

“Fuck,” I rasp.

“Cameron, you feel so good.” Back arching. Hips shaking. We still as she adjusts to me. I pant against her pebbled skin, her neck. “You’re so good. My wonderful, strong, incredible man. I’ve waited for this for so long.”

Her words shoot like needles into my chest. I want to believe her. I want to be the man she sees. My control collapses. I grip her hips, letting her find her own pace.

“Me too,” I moan into her.

I didn’t think anything could be better than our first time, but this time she’s with Cameron Hastings, not some pseudonym.

I’ve memorized the goddess hidden beneath her sweaters, her crooked smile, the way she holds her breath when she messes up a stitch, and how her eyes glow brighter when she looks at me.

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