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“Yes!” I shouted, on the edge now. “Please, Daddy, please! I’m begging you. I need to come. Can I come, Sam?”
His devilish smirk almost did me in, but he hadn’t given his permission, so I clenched my teeth to fight it off. “Not yet.”
“Daddy,please!” I begged, sobbing, and Sam’s pupils blew wide.
And then, sweet relief came in the form of the sexiest growl I’d ever heard. “Come, now.”
I screamed as my body constricted, freezing in place before I released, my dick throbbing between his fingers and my ass clenching around that massive dick. Despite this being the—shit, I lost count—whatever orgasm of the night, my body writhed on the bed, coming harder than I would’ve imagined possible after so many orgasms.
Sam stroked me through it, kept it going until I was so strung out I could barely move, and only then did he stop, pull out his dick, and let me rest. He flopped down beside me.
Once I caught my breath, I found his hand on the bed between us. I squeezed it, and he squeezed it back as our breathing returned to normal.
“Cameron,” he murmured, and I turned my head toward him.
“Hm?”
He glanced over at me, and all he said was “Thank you.”
I moved over to lay my head against his shoulder, and he put his arm around me, pulling me close. He kissed the top of my head, and I smiled, content to ignore literally everything except the perfect man in my arms. “You’re welcome, Sam. Thank you for letting me in.”
Chapter twenty-two
Sam
The first thing I noticed was a heavy weight across my stomach. The second thing was a light puff of air against my neck. Third, the leg curled around me.
Cameron.
My eyes blinked open, and I smiled at the way his body was pressed up tightly to mine. I usually slept on my back, so my position wasn’t unusual, but the man lying in bed beside me was the best kind of surprise.
As the first rays of dawn filtered in through the partially open curtains, I just stared at him, memorizing every inch of his skin. I couldn’t believe this beautiful man wanted me. I couldn’t have imagined better sex than we’d had last night. I couldn’t help but want this man by my side for the rest of my life.
It was undeniable now. Cameron was destined to be mine.
I never wanted to leave this moment—I wanted to bask in the presence of this beautiful, incredible, sexy man forever.
Because soon, real life would kick back in. I’d have to get up in a little while to go to work, and Cameron would get back to workon his next brilliant novel. The brilliant part was a given. I had no doubt about that.
He stirred in his sleep, and I pulled him closer with the arm I had wrapped around his back, shaking off the morose thoughts. I didn’t want to wake him—he looked so adorable asleep. This moment was too perfect to interrupt.
But the movementdidwake him, and while I mourned the loss of how sweet he looked in slumber, I rejoiced that I could enjoy his presence a little longer. It was still early.
“Hi,” he mumbled, smiling over at me.
I smiled back, holding his sleepy gaze. “Hi, yourself. Sleep well?”
He shifted beside me, snuggling in closer, and hummed. “Mm, yes. Best I have in years, actually.”
I blinked. “Um, wow. Me, too, now that I think about it.”
Cameron stretched, twisting onto his back. Then he winced and let out a sharp hiss.
“Oh, sorry about that.” His eyes found mine, and I took the opportunity to wiggle my eyebrows at him. “But also, not sorry at all.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but I could tell he was fighting a smile. “Your inner sadist is showing.”
I grinned unabashedly. “Thank you for noticing.”
