Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Right on the edge, I press my lips to her cheek, the gentleness of the kiss and savagery of our fucking in sharp contrast. Blackness overtakes my vision, sparkles dancing like confetti against my closed lids, as my balls pull up and my cock somehow grows even harder.
I grunt her name, exploding inside her as I do. Pulse after pulse of cum fills her, and distantly, I feel her pussy squeezing me tight. I don’t know if she’s intentionally doing it to give me more pleasure or if she’s coming again too, and I’m too lost in the bliss of my own orgasm to figure it out. My only purpose is to keep pumping into her as long as I can.
But it can’t last. Eventually, we’re panting for breath, my spent cock softens, and her cries of pleasure turn to soft sounds of happy bliss.
“Holy shit,” she finally says.
Blinking away the flashes of light still lingering at the edge of my vision, I grin. “You can say that again.”
“Holy shit,” she repeats.
I can’t help but laugh a little. Despite it being exactly what I said to do, I didn’t expect her to actually repeat herself. When she giggles a bit too, my cock slips out of her, along with our combined cum.
She lifts from the counter, peering down at my cock and then the floor. “That’s not on my job duties list,” she says dryly, her grin full of tease.
“I think there’s a full kitchen disinfection in my future before we eat breakfast here tomorrow,” I inform her. “For now, let’s just take a shower.” I take her hand, leading her down the hall to my bedroom.
She looks around like she’s never been here before even though I know she has been. But it’s different this time. She’s here with me as Riley. Not as the nanny.
I don’t know exactly what that means, but we’ll figure it out. Together.
RILEY
I’m on a cloud. A soft, fluffy, but supportive cloud. Floating high above Earth, I’m cozy and warm, and I can hear a distant thud-thud-thud in my right ear.
Wait… clouds don’t have heartbeats. That’s what that sound is, right?
I wake up slowly, my eyes still shut tight as reality comes back to me. It’s not a cloud, it’s a bed with expensive sheets and a thick duvet, and a hard body pressed against me.
“Good morning,” Cameron rumbles from right beside me.
I crack open one eye, just the tiniest sliver to peek at him. I want to get a gauge on how he’s feeling this morning before I respond. Is he panicking? Is he still on a post-orgasmic high? Does he already regret this? Does he want to go again? Have I already overstayed my welcome… in his bed, in his life? The options are nearly endless.
His left bright blue eye peers back at me, the other hidden by a fold in the pillow, wide awake and filled with a happy glint. Relief washes through me, but at the same time, I realize something else.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I rub at the corner of my mouth, certain I’m probably drooling like a Great Dane, and then at my eyes, figuring there are crusties forming as I speak. “Creeper.” There’s no heat to it, and he chuckles as he pulls me in tighter, not letting me leave the embrace of his arms. His five o’clock shadow is prickly in a delightfully rough way against my forehead as he presses a kiss there.
“Yes, and perhaps,” he concedes with a careless shrug of his one free shoulder. “I woke up and thought you were a dream, but your snoring made it abundantly clear that you were real this time.”
I swat at his bare chest. “I do not snore!”
He grins. Not agreeing or disagreeing, he continues, “I wanted to enjoy the moment with you snuggled in my arms. Someone once told me that it’s important to do that.”
I press my lips together, fighting to hide my smile. “She sounds brilliant.”
“She? I didn’t say ‘she’, did I?”
But we both know he means me. I like this playful version of Cameron. He’s relaxed and comfortable, and… very naked beneath the covers, unless there’s also a lead pipe in bed with us.
“Well, if we’re going to take this nameless, genderless, possibly imaginary person’s advice to heart, how should we enjoy this moment?”
Last night was amazing. Better than amazing. It was more than I ever imagined it would be, and I want to prolong it as much as I can before reality slams down over Cameron’s mind. It’s going to. He can’t help how he is, and at some point today, Grace is going to call him to come get her, he’ll click back into Dad Mode, and we’ll return to some version of normalcy.
So I’m going to do what I do best… maximize every single tick of the clock while I have this version of Cameron. The one who works my body in ways I’ve never known were possible. The one who growls filthy things into my ear. The one who not only spanked me, but also took care of me in the shower, washing me with gentle, sure hands as he slid soapy bubbles and a washcloth over my body and between my legs. The one whose fingers are already dancing down my arm to move it out of his way so he can cup my breast.