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His eyes drift to my mouth then back up to my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“Means a lot. You’d say that. I’m committed to it. Given up a lot of things in life my mom especially would like to see for me.”

“By things, you mean having your own family.”

He nods, thumb rubbing on my shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Your sister having a baby didn’t take some of the pressure off?”

“You’d think. It just ramped it up though. Mom got a taste of being a grandma and now she wants more.”

“Ahh. Gotcha. I get it. My mom was that way for years. Then she realized that it wasn’t going to happen so she moved on.”

“You don’t want kids?”

“I do. But not with my ex.”

We’re quiet as we let our words settle between us. The conversation turning a little more serious than typical. Discussing things he wants to do to make The Escape better, and asking my opinion on them. Discussing family and children. None of what we’re talking about is too in depth, but for two people who decided they’d try to keep things surface level, we’re not doing a very good job at it. Everything I learn about him makes me like him more. Every time he touches me makes me ache for more.

I’m screwed.

In both the way I want to be and the way I don’t want to be.

Chapter Twenty-One

Owen

“Calling Owen Cunningham.Come back Owen Cunningham. Over.”

I chuckle. I had no idea she’d like those damn walkie talkies as much as she does.

“Owen here. Over.”

“Cami here. Wondering if you’re interested in a little benefits action.”

That’s another thing I’ve been surprised (very pleasantly) about. She has a sexual appetite that’s never satisfied.

“You didn’t say over.”

“Sex or not? Over.”

“When have I ever said no? Over.”

“Good point. On my way. Over.”

I’m naked and waiting in bed for her when she comes barreling through the door less than four minutes later. And, bless her, she must have been ripping off her clothes as she came up the stairs because by the time she makes it to me, she’s only in her bra, yoga pants and those cute as hell fuzzy socks she can’t seem to go a day without wearing.

“So I take it you’re interested in some benefits action?” She whips off her yoga pants and I’m treated with the vision of her without underwear on. Not that it’s the first time I’ve seen her without underwear, but notwearingany to begin with has my heart racing. I try to play it cool, keeping my hands behind my head, elbows bent. The picture of relaxed. I’m anything but. How can I be when she’s standing in front of me, unhooking her bra and removing her socks, baring herself to me completely.

“C’mere, Cami,” I growl.

She grins this grin that has my dick growing hard. She’s so beautiful to me. And seeing her transform over these few weeks from timid to confident makes her even more beautiful.

Her hips sway side to side and her breasts bounce ever so slightly as she makes her way over to me. She’s not moving slowly but I swear my mind shifts into slow motion as I watch her.

She places her hands on the mattress then presses down a knee followed by the other as she crawls over to me. Her breasts hang between her and I can’t take my eyes off any part of her.

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