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And turned on?
Everything he’d said was entirely professional, but just his voice was like a wet dream, especially when it brought backreminders of the other night when he’d called me baby and given me hot little commands like “Suck” while watching me wrap my lips around his cock with a burning, bright gaze.
God, I wanted more.
He’d pushed me to the brink of ruin on Thursday night, so I wasn’t surprised when he turned off the lights, wrapped his arms around me, and hadn’t initiated sex. I was spent, and I suspected he knew it.
Now, though? Now, I wanted it.
But Cameron hadn’t called again, and it had been over a week since we last saw each other.
Was I supposed to be the one who reached out to him? I’d never had a sex arrangement before. I didn’t know how it worked, how I was supposed to go about scheduling these…lessons. Or whatever they were. All I knew was that I wanted another one. I’d already learned that my body could apparently come three times in a row, that I was capable ofsquirting, and that I oddly really liked being told what to do. It was a lot to wrap my head around, if I were being honest, but I still wantedmore.
“Put your helmet on,” I said to Chloe. For the fifth time.
The flower-printed helmet was in her hand, but my daughter kept finding other things to do other than actually putting it on. Adjust the seat on her bike, test the brakes, ring the bell on her handlebars.
This girl. I loved her, but damn was she stubborn.
She swung her leg up and over the bike, mounting it.
“Chlo,” I said, and she threw me a scowl over her shoulder before I could even finish my sentence.
“I hate my helmet,” she whined.
“They save lives,” I pointed out. “You know how I know that?”
I’d seen what happened to skulls both when helmets were on and helmets were off, and there was one option that was better than the other.
Chloe was unfazed by my factual rebuttal, still making a disgusted face at her helmet.
“We’re not even crossing any major roads,” she pouted, but I just pointed at the helmet and then pointed at her head, and she gave in.
“If you want to go shopping for a new one you like better, we can,” I offered, the only consolation I could think of. Wearing a helmet was not negotiable, but I’d buy her a new one if she wanted.
Chloe sighed and accepted my olive branch with a mumbled “Yes, please.” Then she buckled her straps and started riding down the sidewalk toward the park a few blocks from our house.
I followed behind, keeping her in my line of vision as best as I could. We’d gone to this park countless times, so I wasn’t worried. Chloe knew not to get too far ahead of me.
Using the rare few minutes of uninterrupted time, I pulled out my phone and called Ellie.
“Nat!” she answered after the first ring. “Youarealive.”
“Sorry,” I groaned, remembering I hadn’t responded after she texted me last week. It had been the middle of the shift, and then afterward, I’d been so focused on getting ready to meet Cameron that it completely slipped out of my mind. “Things have been…” I waffled, trying to find the right words. “You know.”
“No, I don’t. Tell me more.”
“Just busy,” I said vaguely. “Nothing unusual.”
Nothing like climbing into your lawyer’s bed or anything.
“Uh-huh.”
Unfortunately, I was terrible at delivering lies, and Ellie was excellent at catching them. Not just with me, but everyone.
“Are you still coming next weekend?” I pivoted before she could dig deeper into my life. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Ellie to know everything that had been going on, but it was really a conversation that would be better in person, glasses of wine in hand.
“I think so,” Ellie replied. “Work trip is still on, so…yeah.”
