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“Good girl,” Cameron praised, and a different kind of relief washed over me, even while my body felt stuck in a state of confusion.
“I don’t understand,” I said, releasing a shaky breath. I knew I sounded unstable. Iwasunstable. “You said?—”
“I said I’d make you come,” Cameron finished for me. “And I’m going to, Sunshine. The next time you come, it’ll be because I make you. And as long as you listen to me, it’s going to besogood, baby. Okay?”
“Okay,” I sighed, and as soon as I agreed, a thrill shot through me.
Was my body aching and pulsing and feeling like it was going to explode? Absolutely.
Did I think I could wait much longer for a release? Not at all.
But it was also sort of…thrilling. The burst of anticipation and adrenaline was delicious all on its own, along with the resignation of my control, the act of handing it over to Cameron.
“God, you’re amazing.” There was another rustle of sheets on the other side, like he was also rolling into a new position. And then he asked the question I really wanted to know. “When?”
I smiled to myself, enjoying his directness. I had a feeling I was going to be hearing even more of it from now on, and I felt a flutter of excitement. This introduction of Cameron told me everything I needed to know about our decision to do this; it was the right one. I was still in a daze from how absolutely bone-melting that was, and I hadn’t even finished.
“Um…” I started and then frowned, realizing that maybe this was going to be more challenging than I thought. All my excitement dimmed, faced with reality. I hadn’t exactly parsed through the details about how a sex arrangement would work while being a single mother and a trauma surgeon. “Well, Chloe is staying at Blake’s on Thursday night because I have a late shift.”
“I’ll pick you up afterward,” he said immediately.
“It’s going to belate, Cam,” I emphasized.
“I truly don’t care.”
And he truly did not sound like he cared.
“Don’t you have the deposition with Korey on Friday morning?”
Immediate anxiety swirled in my gut from the idea of Korey and Cameron going head-to-head in a space where I wouldn’t be. I trusted Cameron, more than I probably should, but that still didn’t mean that my brain didn’t go looking for all the things that could go wrong.
“I do.” His voice dropped. “And I have no fucking problem walking into that room to question your ex-husband while still having the taste of you on my tongue.”
I sucked in a breath, stunned by every bit that he’d just said.
“Sleep tight, Sunshine,” he said, his tone softer, like he knew he could talk me to sleep, force me to leave my worries alone for the night. “I’ll see you Thursday.”
Apparently, the topic of Thursday was not up for debate.
And I was plenty okay with that.
“I’ll see you Thursday,” I repeated.
Because there was no turning back now.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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MY BODY WENT THROUGH a roller coaster of emotions every time I so much as looked at my phone over the next few days, memories of my conversation with Natalie fresh in my brain.
Conversation.
That sure was one way of putting it.
I hadn’t intended for that call to descend into phone sex, but as soon as we started to talk about the details of our arrangement, and her voice had turned breathier, and she admitted how much she liked having my hands on her during the deposition, I hadn’t been able to stop myself.
And there hadn’t been areasonto. At the time, I hadn’t had the foresight to realize what a distraction it would cause to know what she sounded like when she moaned through a speaker. Or whimpered. Or cried my name.
