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 my 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.
“Knees up.” He growls.
Oh shit, I don’t know if I can take him like that. He’s too big.
“Cam…” I whisper.
“Get your fucking knees up, Ashley,” he snaps as he grabs my ankles.
I bring my knees up and he circles into me deep. My body shudders and, sensing my oncoming orgasm, he rides me hard. Up, down, in and out, and oh so fucking good.
The friction is shredding me, burning me-his cock is turning me inside out.
I bounce high and he grabs my shoulders from behind to hold me deep. I cry out as my orgasm rips through my body and he tips his head back and moans a guttural sound as his body reaches its own climax.
He turns me and kisses me over my shoulder, softly and tenderly. I smile against him.
Instant perfection.
“Hope you’re in the mood for pain, Bloss.” He smiles.
I giggle and he lifts me. His body is still in mine when takes me over and bends me over the bed, penetrating me deeper.
His lips drop to my neck. “You’re in for a hard night.”
I sit with my hand on Cameron’s thigh as he sits deep in thought, completing his crossword. Owen is upfront playing with the other kids.
We are on board the Stanton private plane on our way to Vegas with Joshua, Adrian, Natasha, all the kids, and three nannies. Jenna even came at Cameron’s insistence; they really do like each other. The boys are going to be busy, so Tash, Jenna, and I are going to go out on the town one of the nights. I wasn’t really keen, to be honest, but Tash and Jenna talked me into it. I would rather have stayed home, but they wanted a girl’s night out.
Jenna and Tash have gotten to know each other from Tash’s visits to our house. They have become firm friends.
10AK NIGHTCLUB
I stand in the crowded club as I wait for Tash and Jenna at the bar. Security is as tight as always. Natasha’s guards are never far away. I glance around to see them at their stations against the wall.
“Hey, good looking. Do you want to dance?” a man asks.
I glance around. Shit, where are the girls? “Ah, no thanks.” I smile. “I’m just waiting for my friends.”
“But you look so hot.” He grabs my arm and I pull it out of his grip.
“I said no, thank you,” I snap.
“What’s your problem?” He sneers.
“No problem. I just don’t want to dance.” Frigging hell. Buzz off, douche.
Cameron appears. Oh thank God. He stands next to the man and looks between us, sensing my apprehension. “Is there a problem here?” he asks.
“Who are you?” the guy snaps.
I start to look around. Where are the bloody security guards when you need them?
“None of your business,” Cameron snaps.
Oh shit. I look around. Security? Hello? You’re kind of needed over here.
“Is this dead shit your husband?” He frowns.
Bloody hell. “No, this is my…” I start to reply, but as I turn back to Cameron, I find him crouched down on bended knee with a ring held out in his hands.
My eyes widen.
“I’d like to be your husband for real.” He smiles up at me. “This time in Vegas, things will be different.”
My world stops.
This is the exact way we met, in the exact same spot. I get instant goosebumps, and his romantic score just skyrocketed through the roof.
Cameron’s eyes glow with affection as he looks up at me, waiting and expectant.
I glance over to Natasha and Jenna to see they are standing with Joshua, Adrian, and the group. They’re all watching on and smiling broadly. Natasha and Jenna are bouncing up and down on the spot. They so knew about this.
This was all planned.
Is this really happening?
“I should have trusted my gut instincts five years ago and taken you straight to the chapel and married you that night.” Cameron smiles hopefully.
I get a lump in my throat as I watch him on bended knee. He is perfect.
This is perfect.
The place we met.
“Will you marry me, Ashley Tucker?”
I nod, laugh, and then bend to kiss him. The crowd cheer around us. Our faces are scrunched together as we kiss and I think my smile is going to crack my cheeks. He stands and slowly slides the ring my finger. I can hardly see it through the happy tears.
It’s big-stupid huge, actually-and I hold my hand out to look at it before I glance back up at him.
“You didn’t answer me,” he whispers as he wraps his arms around me.
I smile against his lips as he starts to kiss me softly.
“Say it out loud,” he begs quietly.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” I laugh. “You are the best fake husband I could ever have hoped for.”
THE END