Page 135 of Cam Girl

“Things are going to be different,” Tase assures me. “We’re not going to let you go.”

My heart clenches at those words. “What do you mean?”

He settles on his back, drawing me with him until I’m comfortable at his side. “I mean, and I can only speak for myself, but once this is all over…we’re going to have to seriously talk about the future.”

I’m frozen in place. “What about it?”

“There are a few changes we’ll have to make. If you’re determined to go…I’m just as determined for you to stay. And I’ve got three good reasons.”

“Only three? I would have thought you’d have more.” My grin is drowsy.

I drift off into a dreamless, restful sleep. Tase is still beside me in the morning, his body curved around mine, our rough edges fitting together like he’s the missing piece I’ve searched for my entire life.

His breathing is even, his arm protective over my hip.

I try to get up but his hold tightens.

“Not yet.” Sleep pulls his vowels down. “Stay.”

He pulls me tighter to him, his cock already stirring.

It’s a lazy moment, a coming together, melding and melting. Tase surges into me from behind and I lift my leg to give him better access to me, our sighs soft.

Tase pants through his orgasm, holding me in a tight embrace. His heart beat is just as fast and heavy as mine.

I don’t want to go back to my life and the emptiness of it, the single-minded focus, where I miss out on these lazy sexy moments.

Something flutters inside me.

I want these amazing mornings.

“Take the day off again. Relax. Stay here, if you want.” Tase kisses my temple and nuzzles me before he pulls out and leaves me empty without him. “No one will ever find you at my place.”

He’s so concerned, so sincere, I want to cry like a fucking idiot. It somehow doesn’t seem right for him to be this sweet and pluck at my heart strings one by one.

Tase gets ready for work with the practiced ease of a man who adheres to the same strict daily schedule. Without the need for an alarm. Within minutes he’s showered, dressed, and eyeing me with a warning glint.

“I mean it. Relax. We have it covered. And make yourself at home.”

My fingers pluck at the edges of the blanket, the thread unraveling in places. Just like me. “What if I want to go somewhere? You’re taking the car, I’d imagine.”

Tase stops. “No, Gilli. Stay here.”

My throat constricts and cuts off my air. I traded the cabin for a Victorian, but the sensation of being trapped is real and there’s no escaping it.

“I’ll be home on my lunch hour.” Tase kisses my forehead.

I don’t like how this feels and I hate it. The thoughts from last night are like gnats, nipping and biting and reminding me that trust works both ways.

They trust me to keep myself safe, but who is watching out for them?

I came to Jersey to get away from anyone Maxxx8U might connect with me, and in doing so, I’ve added three new avenues of control.

I make it to ten o’clock before I can’t stand myself anymore. I scour the house and land on a rusty bicycle with the front tire a little flat but otherwise in one piece.

Great. Perfect.

I’m a wreck on two wheels now instead of two legs.

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