“Thank you.”
Halfway through our meal, he becomes absorbed in something on his phone, while still managing to feed Sparty pieces of chicken from his plate.
“What’s so interesting?”
Without looking up, he hands me the phone. Curious, I take it from his fingers and look down at the screen. It’s the results from a physical…a very thorough physical. He’s been tested for every condition and disease you could possibly think of, all results negative. I’m not surprised; he takes care of his body. I’m more than relieved to see the negative results in the STD section.
“What made you do all that?” I ask as I pass the phone back to him.
He scrolls through his phone and hands it to me again. This time, it’s a list of conditions for entry into The Ultimate Warrior competition.
“Wow…I guess they wanna make sure you’re in top physical condition. I coulda told ’em that.”
I bite into the corner of my lip, winking as he looks up at me with a grin. I walk over to him and loosely wrap my arms around his neck.
“I do believe, Mr. Jackson, that you are the finest male specimen I have seen in my entire life.”
Oh. My. God. I made him blush!
“Aww…that’s so cute!”
I plant a loud smack on his cheek then turn to get the dishes. He leaves me to clean up and when I’m done, I find him in bed, Spartacus curled up on his chest. I watch them from the doorway with a smile. My two boys. I move to my desk, rummaging until I find the results of my last set of STD tests, and hand it to him. After what happened with Jamal, I requested tests for every disease I could think of. Thank God he was at least clean if not faithful. Cameron barely glances at the paper before handing it back to me.
“In the spirit of full disclosure, I haven’t been with anyone since then. Except you, of course.”
By the time I’m back at my desk, he’s right behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. The moment I feel his lips on my neck, I turn in his arms and push at his chest.
“I’m going to shower.” His lips curl up in a smirk, and I quickly clarify my statement. “Alone.”
He groans his disappointment and climbs back into bed. I grab underwear from my drawer and close the bathroom door behind me.
I’m standing in front of the mirror drying my hair after my shower when the door opens. I look over and there he is in all his naked glory. I swallow hard, the blow dryer almost falling from my fingers. I turn it off and place it on the counter. His gaze drops to my breasts, mine to his erection. My heart begins to pound. It’s not fair! He knows I can’t. Is this payback for what I did the night before his fight? Is he punishing me? He strides purposefully toward me, picks me up, and places me on the sink.
“Cameron –”
Whatever I was going to say remains a mystery. He swoops down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. Taking my other breast in his hand, he massages it, pinching the nipple until it juts out toward him. He moans, switching sides. I fist my hand in his hair as my back arches, my body begging for more. When his lips move up to my neck, I reach between us and stroke him. He moans again, sliding his hands around me, splaying them on my back. His tongue flicks out then glides up to my earlobe, and he gives it a soft bite. My entire body quivers and I wrap my legs around him. He trails small kisses along my cheek while making his way to my lips. What am I doing? I need to stop. He presses his lips to mine and it takes everything I have to push him away.
“You know I can’t.” My voice comes out weak and shaky. He picks me up and moves toward the shower. “Cameron! I am not having sex with you while I’m on my period!” I exclaim.
Eww.
I remove my legs from around his waist, and he places me on my feet. Taking a deep breath, I meet his stare. Big mistake. The hunger in his eyes is too much for me to bear.
“Come here.”
I push down on his shoulders until he’s sitting on the side of the bath. As I stroke his cheek, he stares up at me with disappointed eyes.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
I fall to my knees between his legs and wrap my hands around his dick. It jumps at my touch. Leaning forward, I lick the bead of moisture from the tip. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and buries his hand in my hair.
“Mm,” I moan around him.
I move to the side, licking his piercing. I wanted to feel it; now, I guess I will. I close my lips around the head, swirling my tongue as I suck gently. His knuckles go white as he grips the edge of the tub. Taking him farther, I feel the coldness of the little, silver balls against my cheeks. When he hits the back of my throat, he groans, grabbing a fistful of my hair. Tears spring to my eyes and I feel my gag reflex about to kick in. I pull back, swirling my tongue. With his dick now wet from my mouth, I stroke him, rolling his balls between my fingers.
“You taste good.”
I lick him from base to tip before sucking on the head once more. The expression of awe on his face gives me an idea.
“Wait here,” I tell him, and then retrieve my breath strips from the medicine cabinet.
He watches with suspicion, but I also see a bit of anticipation in his stare. I kneel before him again, placing a strip on my tongue, and then wrap my hands around his dick. As the strip melts, I breathe in and slowly exhale through my mouth, allowing my cool breath to caress the tip. He moans and his head falls back. This time when I take him into my mouth, he grunts and grabs my head with both hands. My lips slide up and down his dick as I suck as hard as I can, humming and moaning. I keep my gaze on him, adoring him with my eyes and mouth. He lets out a long moan and catches his bottom lip between his teeth. He’s so fucking hot. When I let him slip from between my lips, he grabs my arms and lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His fingers curl around the back of my neck and he pulls me forward. As he kisses me, his hands roam my body before coming to a stop on my stomach. I freeze when his thumb slides past the waistband of my panties.
“No, don’t…” He licks my nipple as his thumb finds my clit. “Fuck…”
He presses down, making small circles while his tongue and teeth torment my nipples, leaving them utterly sensitive. When he bites down, I cry out from both pleasure and pain. I can’t sit still, writhing on his lap as he drives me crazy. He increases the pressure and speed of his thumb and a wave of calm envelopes me – the calm before the storm. My orgasm rips through me, and I grab his shoulders as I begin to shake uncontrollably.
“OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!” I scream, throwing my arms around him.
When I stop shaking, I open my eyes to find him smiling at me.
“You broke my rule again.”
He kisses me softly in apology.
“Okay…your turn.”
I resume my position on my knees and take him between my breasts. He groans, watching as his dick slides between them. I wrap my lips around him again, swirling my tongue, stroking him with both hands as I suck on the head. He growls, grabs a handful of my hair, and jerks my head back. I feel the warmth of his cum as it spurts onto my chest and drips down my breasts. I continue to stroke him until the last drop falls from the tip then give him one final lick before standing.
“You’re welcome.”
With a smirk, he smacks my ass.
“Now get outta here so I can clean myself up.”
After washing his hands, he closes the door behind him. When I walk back into the bedroom, he’s fast asleep. I climb in next to him and realize he’s naked under the covers. Good Lord. He pulls me against him and I lay my head on his chest.
Is there a better way to end a day than being wrapped in his arms?
Nope.
CHAPTER 17
Come live in my heart and pay no rent. – Samuel Lover
As we pull up to the office building, I let out a heavy sigh. Over the last month since we’ve been together, he’s dragged me to every business meeting he’s had. No matter how much I protest, he doesn’t listen. I keep quiet as we enter the elev
ator and he presses the button for the fifteenth floor. When we exit, he leads me to a door with a sign that reads ‘Michael Ross: Certified Accountant’. We’re greeted by a receptionist who tells Cameron to go right in.
“Will you be long?” I ask.
With his hand at the small of my back, he nudges me forward. I don’t know why he chooses to involve me in these matters, because I have no desire to know about his finances. The man behind the desk stands when we enter.
“Mr. Jackson! Come in, come in.”
I give him a polite smile as he extends his hand. “Hello.”
“Jasmine, pleasure to meet you. Michael Ross,” he introduces himself.
Why do all these people know me but I don’t know them? “Nice to meet you.”
“Please…sit.” He motions to the chairs in front of his desk. “Your lawyer sent the papers over. Everything is in order. I just need your signature…here,” Ross addresses Cameron, handing him the documents and indicating where to sign.
“Good…and Jasmine, you sign right here.”
Shocked, I jerk my head in Ross’ direction. “Why would you need my signature?”
He glances nervously at Cameron.
“What has he done now?” I ask.
“Mr. Jackson has arranged a monthly allowance for you.”
What? I turn to him, my anger slowly rising. “An allowance? What am I, ten?”
“Jasmine –”
“No. I don’t want your money,” I state, ignoring Ross.
“Why don’t I give you a few minutes –?”
“Why? Why would you do this?” I start pacing the room.
He looks to Ross for help.
“He just wants to take care of you, Jasmine. Especially in the event that something happens to him.”
“He’s not my father. He doesn’t need to take care of me.”
Cameron jumps out of his chair and grabs my shoulders to stop my pacing. I hold his gaze, indignation coursing through me. When the door opens and clicks closed, I realize Mr. Ross has run for cover. Cameron leads me back to his chair, and pulls me onto his lap. I cross my arms on my chest and stare at the ceiling. When he touches my cheek, I shift my gaze to him warily. Talk to me. Say something…anything! He just sits there, giving me puppy dog eyes.
“Cameron…I’m not interested in how much money you have, and I certainly don’t want you throwing it at me.”
He sighs, shaking his head.
“That’s not it? Then what? I don’t need anything…nothing that warrants an allowance.”
The look in his eyes brings Ross’s words back to me – ‘he just wants to take care of you, Jasmine’.
I press my palm to his cheek. “You already take care of me. I don’t need anything else.”
There’s a plea in his eyes and I realize that, for whatever reason, he thinks he needs to do this. I take a deep breath, shake my head, and look toward the ceiling again.
“Fine. And you better make sure nothing happens to you, either.” His smile pulls at my heartstrings. “Next time, would you mind involving me in decisions like this?”
There’s a knock at the door and Ross sticks his head in.
“Is it safe to come back in?” he asks.
“Yes, it’s safe. Where do I sign?”
He resumes his position at his desk and indicates where I should sign. I affix my signature to the document and glance over at Cameron. He’s looking very pleased with himself.
We sit in silence the entire drive home. Maybe I shouldn’t overthink this. I mean, this is what boyfriends do, right? They take care of you. Come to think of it, he’s always spending money on me. In the last month, he’s had my car serviced and detailed, plus I’ve had weekly mani/pedis, hair appointments, and shopping trips. He even paid my bills. I guess the only difference is now he’ll be giving the money directly to me. Damn. He’s not just taking care of me, he’s spoiling me rotten.
Back at his apartment, I head straight for the bedroom. For some reason, I feel a headache coming on. A red rose lying at the end of the bed stops me in my tracks. Tentatively, I walk over and pick it up. Beneath it, there’s an envelope addressed to ‘Jas-MINE’. I let out a soft giggle as I open it. Of course I’m yours. I pull out a greeting card and get hit with every emotion in the book. It’s an anniversary card…but he’s crossed the ‘Anni’ off and written ‘Montha’ above it, so it now reads ‘Happy Monthaversary’. Below the words is a bouquet of red roses. The interior is bare except for the words he’s written inside – ‘Thank you for the best month of my life. I know it will only get better from here.’
My vision becomes blurry from the tears pooled in my eyes. I blink and they spill over onto my cheeks. I can’t believe it. How is this beautiful, wonderful man mine? I feel his presence behind me and I turn to find him standing in the doorway, hands behind his back.
“Cameron –”
I swallow my words as he reveals his hands, and a small, green jewelry box. I swallow again as he moves toward me. Taking my hand, he places the box in my open palm.
“You didn’t have to get me a gift.”
He jerks his head at the box, urging me to open it. When I do, a gorgeous gold ring with a heart-shaped emerald shines up at me.
I gasp. “It’s…it’s beautiful.” And my favorite color! Removing it from the box, I place it on the third finger of my right hand. “I love it! Thank you.”
I move forward to show him how much, but he grasps my hand, halting my advance.
“What?”
Slowly, he removes the ring from my finger and drops my hand. He reaches for my left hand and places the ring on the third finger, his eyes never leaving mine. I smile up at him. I know it’s not a proposal…just his way of letting everyone know I belong to him.
“I’ll never take it off,” I whisper.
He turns me around and presses his body against my back, wrapping an arm around me. His fingers brush against my skin as he moves my hair to the side. The touch reverberates through my body and I lean in to him, moaning as he presses his lips to my nape. As his hands glide up my sides, I take a shaky breath. He’s touched me a million times, yet the feeling never wanes. In fact, it seems to grow stronger.
His hands continue upward, pushing mine above my head before closing around my wrists. Guiding my hands, he places them around his neck. He buries his nose in my neck, inhaling deeply and expelling the breath through his mouth. When it hits my skin, I shiver; it’s like a million butterfly feet dancing down my spine. Sliding his hands down my arms and sides, he grabs my hips, forcefully pulling me against him. I rotate my hips, grinding on the erection poking me. He moans, grabs my top, and slowly pulls it over my head. I allow my hands to fall, but he catches them, returning them to his neck. Laying his palms flat on my ribs, he slides them down to the waistband of my jeans. Since it seems he’s intent on going slowly, I indulge him. Besides, this is beyond erotic. He unbuttons my jeans, pulls the zipper down, and pushes the sides apart. While his fingers make small circles on the skin below my navel, he places gentle kisses on my neck. I writhe against him, willing him to go lower. Finally, his fingers disappear into my jeans, and slip beneath my panties.
“Cameron…”
He circles my clit and I tighten my hold on his neck, practically lifting myself off the floor. Agonizingly slowly, he teases my clit until I feel like I may burst into flames.
“Oh, please…”
Pressing a finger to my lips, he silences me. He turns me around to face him and gently pushes me onto the bed. My chest heaves as I stare into his eyes. There’s no panty-melting, no soul selling, no ‘I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless’ desire. This look? It’s more like ‘you’re so beautiful I want to make love to you all day’. And it still induces The Reaction.
He tugs my jeans over my hips and down my legs, tossing them to the floor. His shirt joins my jeans before he leans over me. I moan, wrapping my arms and legs around him as his lips touch mine. His tongue flicks out, bar
ely passing my lips, and I groan in frustration at his continued teasing. He props me up with one hand while the other adroitly unhooks my bra, breaking our kiss to add it to the growing pile of clothes. While he massages my right breast, he returns to my lips. As his tongue slithers into my mouth, he twists my nipple, eliciting a tortured moan. Moving down to the offended flesh, he soothes it with his tongue. He does the same to its twin before trailing wet kisses down my stomach, gently tugging at my navel ring with his teeth. My panties are soaked and my body is begging for release, but he continues, driving me to an insane level of need. Dropping to his knees, he begins kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. With his cheek against my pussy, he bites into my flesh. My thighs quiver at the contact.
“Cameron!”
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Through my panties, he lightly rakes his teeth over my pussy before trapping the material between them and pulling. I raise my hips off the bed and watch as he removes the scrap of lace with his teeth. His fucking teeth! He stands, brings it up to his nose, and breathes deeply before tucking it into his pocket. Fuck…me. I watch him hungrily as he gets rid of his remaining clothes.
“You’re beautiful,” I say on an expelled breath.
He kneels between my legs once more, pushing them apart and smirking at me. My breathing accelerates. I just love that tongue of his! He licks his lips, leans forward, and flails his tongue on my clit.
“Oh, God. Yes!”
When he eats, he eats! He goes for seconds, thirds, licks the plate clean then smacks his lips. I wouldn’t have it any other way. He trails his tongue along my lips and curls his arms around my thighs, getting comfortable. Then, he closes his mouth around my throbbing clit, sucking, and swirling his tongue simultaneously.
“Fuck!” I clutch at his hair to keep him where he is. “Right there!”
His arms tighten around my thighs and he sucks harder. I think I would hover above the bed if he wasn’t holding me down. My hips are engaged in a futile fight against his grip. He laps at my clit like a thirsty dog laps at water, and it’s just too much. I can’t…I just can’t…
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