by T L Swan
I don’t think I could ever watch Cam have sex and orgasm with someone or something else.
I would still be jealous even if they didn’t have a pulse.
He even changed his phone number so his past history of beauties can no longer contact him. I never asked him to, he just did it.
Cameron takes me on a date every Friday night. He remembered me saying I wanted to date and get to know each other without just being his child’s mother, and he has gone to extreme lengths to give me what I want.
Friday nights are heaven and I get him all to myself. I dress up sexily and we drink cocktails, go to fancy restaurants, dance, laugh, and of course I swoon all over the table. We drop in and out of languages with sarcasm and challenge each other’s brain power.
I still think my brain is superior and he still disagrees.
Sometimes Tash, Josh, and Adrian come, but Cam likes it when it’s just the two of us.
He’s protective of his alone time with me because it’s so limited and I love him even more for it.
Saturday mornings I seem to always suffer because I can’t drink like he does without suffering the consequences. He and Owen skateboard around the neighborhood and let me sleep in before they eventually return with the morning papers.
Life is good. So good Like… dreamy good.
I still pinch myself every day when I look at him, this beautiful man who is a beautiful father. I can’t believe he loves me.
How is this even possible?
One by one the table get up to return to their duties and Cam hangs back. He wants me alone for two minutes, as he always does.
He sips his coffee and smiles across the table like a Cheshire cat.
“What are you smirking at, Stanton?” I smile as I subtly rub his shin through his suit pants with my foot.
His sexy eyes hold mine. “Just this really hot chick who I can’t wait to bone tonight.”
I snort as I sip coffee. “Bone?” I mouth with a raised brow. “Really? Did you just say bone?”
He nods with a devious smile.
“Well, your high school boning is going to have to wait. I’m working in emergency tonight, remember?” Hospital policy states that all interns do a minimum amount of hours working in emergency. It helps us get experience and helps the hospital with staffing. I’ve been rostered on tonight.
He frowns and then rolls his eyes. “Uch, that’s right.” He sips his coffee. “Boning before breakfast it is.”
I smile broadly and his face mirrors mine. “You really are intent on keeping that romance score of three, aren’t you?” I reply.
He chuckles cheekily. “You wouldn’t like me if I was normal.”
My eyes drop to his sexy mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.
“Probably not,” I whisper. “It’s the naughty in you that I love the most.” My eyes hold his.
“Ashley Tucker, my all night fucker,” he breathes.
I glance around at the tables around us. “Behave yourself, Dr. Stanton. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
His eyes hold mine and he raises a brow. “So have I.”
I put my hand on his thigh under the table. “Listen, Dr. Love: You keep dreaming how you’re going to serve me my breakfast boning, and I’m going to go back to work. See you about three in the morning.”
I get up and push my chair back.
“Drive home carefully, Bloss.”
I smile and bend to his ear with my hand on his shoulder. “I love you.”
He smiles and puts his hand over mine. “What’s not to love?”
I shake my head and he laughs out loud—that carefree beautiful laugh that permeates through my bones. “Goodbye, Cameron.” I shake my head and go back to work.
* * *
It’s four in the morning when I pull into his driveway.
The gates are immediately opened on my arrival. I know that security have been waiting for me to get home. I lock up my car and put my fingerprint into the front door scanner. It unlocks and opens. Whoever would have thought I would one day stay in a house where a key isn’t required?
The kitchen light is on, and I walk in and throw my handbag down.
A note is sitting on the counter.
Your dinner is in the fridge, hottie.
I smile and walk into the laundry, take off my scrubs, and put them straight into the washing machine.
We both do this. It’s a habit. As soon as we get home from hospital, our scrubs get washed immediately before the germs can spread throughout the house or anywhere near Owen. After ER shifts, especially. I head back to the kitchen in my robe, put the TV on, and open the fridge. Chicken satay stir fry. Yum. I smile. Cameron’s a much better cook than I am. I heat up my dinner and flick through Facebook while I eat in silence to some early morning crap television. I need this half an hour wind down time after being so busy for so long. I’m still buzzing.
Eventually, I head up to our room and find my prince sleeping soundly on his side. I walk over and gently kiss his cheek as I watch him.
His dark hair is splayed across the pillow and his chest rises and falls as he breathes. His big lips are semi parted, and his black, thick eyelashes flutter as he sleeps.
Just looking at him brings a smile to my face. His cheekiness and naughty boy personality is the light of mine and Owen’s life. I run my hand through his hair as I watch him, and after a much needed hot shower, I climb into bed behind him and snuggle against his back.
“Hey, Bloss,” he whispers sleepily as he pulls my arm around him.
I kiss his back. “Hi, babe,” I murmur as I rub my cheek on his skin. No place is more home to me than he is.
“You okay?” he murmurs softly with his eyes still closed.
“Yeah.” I kiss his back again. “It was an easy shift tonight.”
He worries about me working in emergency. On his first few shifts someone seemed to die every time and it traumatised him for life, I think.
I’m just falling asleep when the pitter patter of tiny feet walk into the room, around to Cameron’s side of the bed.
“Dad,” Owen says softly.
Without a word Cameron, pulls back the covers and Owen crawls in. Cam kisses the top of his head. “Goodnight, buddy. Go to sleep now,” he whispers sleepily.
I smile. Owen almost always goes to Cameron’s side of the bed now because he knows that Cam, the big softie, will just let him in. At least I try and take him back to his own bed. He doesn’t do it every night anymore, though—probably three nights out of seven. It’s always around this time, too, and he always goes to Cam and not me.
I lie in the darkness with my arm around Cam, listening to the sound of my two men breathing deeply as they sleep, and I say my daily thank you to the heavens.
I’m finally home.
* * *
“Close the door, baby.” I watch Owen climb into the back seat of the car. I have the morning off after working late last night, and I’m dropping him at preschool. I pull out of the drive and onto the road when a song I hate comes on the radio. I push the button to change the channel.
“Oh, play mine and Dad’s playlist,” Owen suggests excitedly.
I frown as my eyes find him in the mirror. “You have a playlist?”
“Yes, number four.”
I flick through until I get to playlist number four and hit play.
The sexy beat comes on.
“Oh, this is your song, Momma.”
I frown. “What?”
“Dad said this is your song.”
I smirk and shake my head. The song playing is Candy Shop by Fifty Cent. It was the song that I walked down the catwalk to in the Escape Club that night. How does he even remember that?
I turn the corner as my mind goes back to that night. It seems like a lifetime ago and I get a visual of Cameron uploading the song to his playlist.
I do love that man.
“Yeah, Dad said this is your song because you’re really good at sucking lo
llipops,” Owen continues.
My eyes bulge.
Cameron. What the fuck?
Unable to help it, I break out in a broad smile. He does call me Mistress Head on occasion, but to tell our child lollipop information is going a step too far.
I shake my head and start to giggle, then I burst out laughing. This man kills me.
The things that go on in his brain, I will never know.
We drive along and listen to the sexy words and I get an idea. I’ll take you to the candy shop, all right, Dr. Stanton…
You’ll be cotton candy in my hands.
Friday Night.
Cameron spins me around on the dance floor as he sings the words out loud.
We’re in a cocktail bar and have come here after we had a Friday night dinner date in our favorite restaurant.
I smile as I watch him and he frowns as he sings to give it more oomph.
I laugh as he spins me again and I run my fingers through his two-day growth, staring up at him adoringly.
He smiles down at me and kisses me softly. “What are you looking at, Tucker?”
I shake my head. “The worst singer I’ve ever heard.”
“Worst singer?” He cringes. “Well, I’m the best dancer.” He twirls me out and I go flying into another couple dancing,
They stagger sideways as I hit.
“Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry,” Cameron stammers.
The man narrows his eyes at Cameron and turns back to his partner to continue dancing.
Cam pulls me back to him and I giggle against his chest. “Every time we dance, you fly me into someone,” I whisper.
He holds me close and looks down at me sexily. “They should get out of my way, I’m a lethal weapon out here.” He kisses me.
“À plus d'un titre,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: In more ways than one.
His eyes darken. “Allons à la maison, ma belle bombe Bloss.”
Translation. Let’s go home, my beautiful Bloss bomb.
I smile as we continue swaying to the music. After a few more dances, he drags me from the dance floor and over to the elevators.
The bell pings and my eyes flicker over to him as he smirks.
Oh no.
“You know, small things amuse small minds,” I whisper.
The doors open and reveal three people in the elevator. He raises his eyebrow sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have either.” He holds my hand in his and walks into the elevator and we take our place at the back.
He looks at me for a moment. “You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. You are my children’s nanny after all,” he announces so that everyone can hear him. The other people in the elevator all drop their heads as they pretend not to listen.
I smirk. Every time. Every damn time we get into a elevator.
“Well, she should have given me that pay rise I asked for,” I reply flatly.
His eyes dance with mischief as they hold mine.
“Then I wouldn’t have to take my payments into my own hands,” I add as I brush my hands over my hips. “I do love it when your wife’s away, though. Do I look good in her dress?”
A woman behind me gasps.
He smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. “You look good in her dress, but not as good as you will look underneath her husband,” he replies darkly
I drop my head to stop myself laughing, and he squeezes my hand in his.
“I’m disgusted,” the woman behind us whispers to her husband.
“It’s going to be disgusting alright,” he mutters under his breath. “Disgustingly dirty.”
I squeeze his hand again. Oh my God… what next? Where does he get this shit?
“Oh my goodness,” The woman gasps as the door opens and he pulls me out. We both burst out laughing and stumble across the foyer and out onto the street. Then he drags me around the corner and is on me. He has me pinned to an alleyway wall, his lips searing mine, his hard erection promising me bad things—disgustingly dirty things, just like he just told everyone in the elevator.
“One day somebody from an elevator is going to put a picture of you on Facebook with the heading ‘Do you know this sleazebag?’”
“Or his nanny.” He laughs and dips his head to suck on my lips. His tongue has a certain edge in it tonight. He’s in his rough mood—the one I love so much.
“Can we go back to my house before we go to yours?” he breathes as his arousal starts to become uncontrollable.
“Good idea,” I murmur as he grinds me hard with his hips.
That’s code for I want to fuck you loud and noisy.
He turns out onto the street and puts his arm up with renewed determination. “Taxi!”
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Cameron is leading me through his house and up the stairs in the darkness. And it just so happens I have my own little surprise waiting for him. I slipped over here this afternoon and got the things ready while he was at my house with Owen. I pretended I needed to get some groceries.
We walk into his bedroom to find a large mirror up against the wall and an armchair in front of it.
He frowns as he looks around the room. “I have a little surprise for you tonight, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk.
I lead him to the chair and I sit him down in front of the mirror. “Back in a minute,” I whisper with a tender kiss.
I walk into the second wardrobe and close the door behind me. It’s filled with my things now and I grab the outfit I need. I got Tiffany to borrow one of the lap dancing uniforms as well as a dark wig from the club. I quickly put them on and then reapply some hot pink lipstick, just like the night I first danced for him.
I find the song on my phone and I giggle at myself in the mirror. Who would have ever thought I would do anything like this?
Cameron Stanton makes me gah gah crazy.
I walk back out and stand in front of him. He inhales sharply. I’m wearing short, leather, caramel hotpants with coffee, knee-high boots and an organza see through top. Not to forget my long, dark wig.
It’s just like the two occasions I danced for him in the club, only this time we’re alone and he can have whatever he wants from me.
He hisses in approval and sits back, rearranging the erection in his pants. “Fucking yes,” he whispers.
I get on my knees in front of him and hit play on my phone. The sexy beat plays out.
His eyes widen.
“Somebody told me that I suck a good lollipop,” I whisper.
His eyes widen as he glues the puzzle pieces together. “Owen has a big mouth.”
I giggle as I pull him forward in the chair aggressively and spread his legs.
In slow motion, I unzip his pants as my eyes hold his. His mouth hangs open as he watches me and the backs of his fingertips dust my face.
“How can I service you tonight, sir?” I whisper as I kiss his cock.
He flexes it in approval.
I lick the length of him and close my eyes. God, he’s so fucking hot.
This beautiful body is all mine, and I intend to take full advantage of it.
I run my tongue over the tip and his eyes never leave me, as if he has to watch every single moment of this to believe it’s real.
I continue to tease him with my tongue, doing everything I can to drive him wild except for taking him fully in my mouth. His breath is catching and he is lifting off the seat toward my mouth. His eyes are flicking between the mirror and me.
I tear his legs farther apart and cup his balls in my hand. Pre-ejaculate is seeping from his end.
God’s gift to women.
“Suck me,” he eventually moans. “Fucking suck me, Ashley.”
I smile against his cock as my eyes search his. “Make me.”
The song starts again on repeat.
His eyes flash with delight. He knows I want to be dominated. I want him to take me how he wants me.
He feeds his cock into m
y mouth and grabs the back of my head, pushing me down onto him. Hmm, tastes so good.
He sits back and watches us in the mirror as he pushes me down onto him before his eyes close from the pleasure. God, he’s close already. I can feel it.
I suck as hard as I can, and it would have to be near painful for him. Finally, he moans and throws his head back.
“Putain d'enfer, tu fais si bien, bébé.” He moans.
Translation. Fucking hell, you do that so good, baby.
My eyes close. As soon as he starts talking dirty in French, I’m gone.
Mind and body overload.
His hand tenderly stokes my hair as he watches on.
I start to stroke him with my hand as my mouth sucks hard, and he convulses in pleasure as his body lifts off the seat to meet me.
“Ride me.” He growls. “Ride my cock now.”
Before I can respond, he’s lifted me and is ripping my shorts off, tearing my top over my shoulders. He turns me to face the mirror and pulls me back, spreading my legs before he impales me in one swift movement.
We stay still, our eyes locked on each other in the mirror, our breaths quivering as we try to hold off from our orgasms. I’m instantly transported back to the club when I desperately wanted to do this.
His hands take control of my hips and he circles me around him to open me up.
This is so hot, seeing my naked body spread out for his pleasure in the mirror. Seeing his thick cock slide into my body.
I will never get enough of this—get enough of this beautiful man beneath me.
Of this beautiful cock and how close it brings me to him.
He lifts me and brings me back down, forcing me to close my eyes.
“Spread your legs, Bloss. I need it hard, baby.” He growls.
I don’t know if I will even last two pumps with this visual in front of me. His two hands grab my pelvis and he starts to lift me and bring me back down hard. He bites my neck and I cry out.
He watches over my shoulder in the mirror. This is ridiculously hot.
The sight of us it spurs him on, and he starts to bounce me up and down with force.