My eyes widen. He lives here? We turn a few corners down a long road, and he pulls into a large driveway with huge gates. He pushes another security code in and the gates swing open to reveal the most horrifying thing I think I have ever seen.
He’s rich.
This house is a mansion-like, an over the top mansion. He pulls up in the circular driveway. “Can you come in for just a minute?”
I nod, distracted by the luxury I’m surrounded by. “Is this your house?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he answers as he climbs out of the car and opens the front door with his fingerprint in some space-age key system. I get out of the car and slowly walk up the front steps as my eyes stare up at the high ceilings.
“I won’t be a minute,” he calls out from a room up the hall. “Actually, can you put the coffee machine on and I will make us one?”
“Okay,” I whisper as I look around. I don’t even know where the kitchen is.
“Kitchen is toward the back wing,” he calls, as if reading my mind.
“Okay.” I walk down a grand hallway to find the kitchen and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Beautiful and spotless-not a dirty cup or dish in sight. I look around as I feel my dread start to creep in. This is the most beautiful house I have ever been in, and the cleanest.
I glance out into the yard. The pool area looks like a resort pool.
Fuck off.
This is stupid rich.
I turn the coffee machine on and walk up the hall where I heard his voice come from before. “Hello?”
“In here,” he calls.
I continue up the hall until I come to the room he’s in. It’s an office-a huge, swanky office. He’s sitting behind a large mahogany desk which faces the door, printing out a report. I stand nervously in front of him.
“Is this your house?” I ask meekly.
His eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“W-who do you live here with?” I stammer.
He sits back in his chair and swings side to side as he assesses me. “I live here alone.”
I look around at the opulent surroundings. “You’re not married?”
His eyes darken and he stands abruptly. “Not married.”
“Girlfriend?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “No.”
My eyes hold his as he walks toward me. “Do you want the tour of my house?”
I nod because all the words have left my brain.
I follow him out of the office and down the hall. “This is the party room.”
I peer into the room that opens out onto a pool area and I fake a smile.
“This is a guest bedroom.” He gestures to a bedroom to the left.
We keep walking down. “Gym.” He gestures to a room filled with gym equipment. We get to a door and he walks past it.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
He turns to face me. “Laundry room.” He opens the door and I peer in. The room is smaller and darkened, the blind pulled down. For some reason, I like this small room and I walk past him and head into it. He follows me and then closes the door behind him.
Shit. My breath catches.
Suddenly alone together in such a small space, the energy between us starts to zap, and he steps forward to look down at me.
My heart starts to race.
My eyes drop to his large lips and he stands still for a moment as our arousal rises between us. He steps forward again until I am effectively wedged between the washing machine and his hard body.
“I like your laundry room,” I whisper up at him.
He towers above me. “I like you,” he whispers back.
My eyebrows rise. “You do?”
He nods as he steps toward me again.
“But, I have a problem,” he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward against mine.
Oh man. He’s hard. I can feel him through his pants.
“What?” I breathe.
“I’m unable to act on it.”
Holy crap.
“Why?” I whisper.
“I’m not allowed to ask interns out.” His eyes drop to my lips and his hips pin me to the washing machine. He pumps them forward and I nearly combust.
“Nobody has to know what happens between us,” I breathe.
In slow motion, he bends and kisses my neck, and my eyes close by themselves. “Can you keep a secret?” he breathes against my skin.
I nod. I’m unable to answer. This is the best damn laundry room I’ve ever seen. His hands snake around my behind and he pulls me to him, and then his lips are on me. His tongue tentatively brushes against mine as he goes deeper and deeper. His body has me pinned in place so hard, it’s almost painful. His hands move to hold my jaw, positioning me the way he wants me. Holy fucking shit. I have never been kissed like this before.
He’s desperate to have me.
Suddenly we are frantic, as if all the sexual tension we’ve been feeling for the last week is set free in this room. He aggressively lifts me, sitting me on the washing machine and ripping my legs apart so he can move between them. My hands go to the back of his head and he starts to drag me onto his waiting hard cock.
Oh dear God.
His mouth is ravaging my neck, while his hands are roaming up and down my body.
“You feel so fucking good, Bloss,” he growls into my open mouth.
He remembered. He remembered what he called me that night, all those years ago.
He suddenly lifts my legs around his waist, and his hand slips under my blouse to skim my ribcage and cup my breast.
Holy… shit! I’m going to come, right here, right now.
His hand grabs the back of my hair and he pulls it aggressively so that my head tips back and our eyes meet.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” he breathes.
Unable to answer, I nod.
“My bed. Now.” He growls as he grinds me through his pants.
“Cameron,” I whisper. “Work,” I breathe. God, we are supposed to be at an appointment in twenty minutes.
“I can’t wait.”
“You… have to,” I pant.
“I want you now.” He grinds against me hard again as he bites my neck painfully.
Holy crap. This man.
“Tonight,” I breathe. “Tonight, you can have me.”
He kisses me again, slower, as if slightly satisfied with that answer “I want all of you tonight.”
I smile against his lips. Unable to pretend anymore, I whisper the words, “C’est moi qui veut tous vous.
Translation: It’s me that wants all of you.
He smirks as he kisses me. “I fucking knew it was you.” He pulls back to look at me. “Why did you say you didn’t know me?”
I rub my fingers through his stubble as my eyes search his. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I lost my phone.” Suddenly, his passion turns to regret, and he kisses me softly as he runs his fingers through my hair to straighten it back out. “You’re a bad influence, Ashley Tucker.” He smiles sexily. “Seducing me in my laundry room on my way to work.”
As if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I see the fun, carefree man I met in Vegas standing in front of me, and I feel like I can finally be myself with him, once again, as we kiss tenderly.
Oh, it’s still there. That feeling between us is still there.
“What are you going to do when I suck your dick under the desk in your office, Dr. Stanton?” I smile up at him.
His eyes widen. “That can’t happen, Ashley.”
“It might. This tongue gets pretty crazy.” I stick it out and wave it around.
He smirks. “No, I’m serious. I can’t…” He stops, all flustered. “You can’t ever do that. I will lose my job. I’m not supposed to be going anywhere near you. Nobody can know about this. Ever!”
I stand on my tiptoes and run my tongue over his lips. “What if I swallowed?”
He smiles and grabs me roughly as he half tackles me up against the wall. “You’re still a fucking great wife.” He turns me and pushes me in the direction of door and slaps my behind hard.
I stumble as I reach the hallway, and he falls back into his role-play. He gestures to the laundry. “And that’s the laundry room, where dirty things go to be cleaned.”
I laugh and he leans in to kiss me. “I’m going to have to punish you for accidently forgetting me on purpose,” he whispers against my lips.
I bite his bottom lip and drag it out. “That was my plan all along.”
He grabs me hard, and our eyes lock. “You’re going to fucking get it tonight.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me. “And you better have your blue pills ready.”
It’s 3pm and I am sitting in our hospital’s cafeteria with Amber and the other interns. Cameron and I spent the morning at the children’s hospital, and I practically floated around the corridor watching him with the children, mesmerized by everything that came out of his perfect mouth. He was focused on his job, but when we left he stole a kiss in the car and promised me more carnal things. I’m hardly able to wipe the goofy grin from my face. He kissed me. He’s still here-the beautiful, witty guy I met in Vegas is still alive, he just hides himself at work under this serious exterior. It’s a requirement of being in the medical profession, but I’m so glad that I’m the one getting to peek behind his mask. I’m bursting to ring Jenna and tell her of the latest development.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” they all reply, distracted.
I walk up the hall and dial her number. She answers on the first ring. “Hello? Oh my God. Guess what?” she cries out.
“What?”
“Elliot asked me out tomorrow night.”
I smile broadly. “Great.” I bite my bottom lip. “Holy shit. I have news, too.”
“What?”
“We kissed. I ‘fessed up to knowing him.”
“What?”
“I know. He’s still the same. He hasn’t changed at all and he wants to see me tonight,” I whisper as I screw up my face. That means she has to babysit again. “Is that okay?”
“Oh my God, yes, of course.” She laughs. “Oh hang on, aren’t you working at Exotic tonight?”
“No.”
“Yes, remember that girl asked you to swap the shift.”
“Oh fuck. Is… Is that tonight?” I stammer.
“Yes, hang on. Let me check the diary on my phone.” She disappears for a minute and then comes back. “Yes, you start at nine.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I whisper. I rub my hand through my hair in despair. I want to see him tonight. Damn it.
“Just make it tomorrow night.”