Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
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