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“I … I haven’t been able to see down there in months. I haven’t shaved in I don’t know how long. It’s probably wild down there. Maybe we should switch.

“I can do you and we’ll just wait until I figure things out for you to go down on me. Please,” I plea and bite my lip.

Cam snorts at me and looks down as he licks his lips. Lifting his gaze back to mine, he gives me that sexy smile of his. His dimples pop and my heart skips a beat.

“I’m going to eat you up now and shave it for you later. I’m starving for you, baby. Nothing is going to stop me from feasting on your body. Nothing.”

With that, he disappears behind my belly before I can speak another word. I cry out and fall back against the bed. All I can do not to scream is grasp a tight hold of the sheets and stare up at the ceiling.

“Oh my God, Cam. Fuck,” I whimper when I can’t hold it in any longer.

CHAPTER 46

My Boys

Cameron

“I can’t believe you dropped to one knee naked to propose,” Amina laughs.

“I had planned to be more suave about it, but I went with my gut.”

“You were in the middle of pounding it out from the back, Cam. I mean, come on, bro.”

“The view was awe-inspiring. It took my breath away and I had to act. You said yes, didn’t you?”

“Did I? My mouth was sort of full. I can’t remember if I got the words out.”

Her mouth was full, but she did say yes before it was. I cup her face and take her lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her ring sparkling on her finger.

It looks right there. Like it’s been meant to be there all along. I couldn’t have been happier than when I slid it on her finger.

I’m grinning like a fool as I hold my woman in my arms. As always, the sex was amazing, even as I had to work around her full belly. The proposal was just the cherry on top.

It felt like I had to do it then. All the plans I had made seemed like they wouldn’t happen soon enough.

“Holy shit, Cam. That wasn’t your dick in my back. I think I’m in labor,” Amina says, pulling me out of my bliss-filled thoughts.

“What?”

I sit up and look down at her. She’s holding her stomach as her face is etched with pain. I try not to freak out.

Jumping up from the bed, I throw my clothes back on. Once I’m dressed, I’m moving in circles, trying to figure out what to do next. I don’t know this place or where anything is.

“Cam,” Amina grunts. “Grab my phone and call for Sim. She’ll get the staff to help.”

“Right, Sim. Where’s your phone?”

“Over there.” She points at the nightstand.

Fuck, I feel useless. I should have thought of all this on my own. I find Sim’s number in Amina’s phone and call her.

“Hello, is everything all right?”

“No, this is Cam. She’s in labor. We need to get to the hospital.”

“Thirty weeks. The survival rate is ninety percent. I will call Dr. Livingston and have him meet us at the hospital. How far apart are the contractions?”

“Hold on, I don’t know.”

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