“Are you ready to be with me now?” he asks into the warmth of my neck.
I nod.
“Thank God,” he whispers, pulling me up into his arms and carrying me back to my bed, where we stay entwined in one another until long after the snow ends. The indescribable feelings I have for Camden are strong and for the first time in years, I am happy to finally stay put with one person for as long as he’ll have me.
TWELVE
Camden is reluctant to let me go back to work, but I know he is busy with Steel Charter and he knows I’m equally as busy. He says that his next step is to relocate the headquarters from San Francisco to Chicago, to be closer to me. He says he needs to be near me, wherever that is.
When I open my eyes Monday morning, I find a cup of coffee on my nightstand and a wet, naked man coming out of a steamy shower.
“Damn, Camden,” I groan. “Don’t you know I have to go work on numbers and projections all day? How will I be able to get the vision of you out of my head to get anything done?”
“Aw, baby,” he croons as he starts to towel himself off. “I feel the same way. If I touch any part of you right now, we won’t be going anywhere today. I still have to fuck you up against the window in your family room. Watch those perfects tits of yours bounce up against the cold glass, your mouth open, screaming for my cock while I make that addicting pussy or delectable ass mine again.”
Our eyes illustrate to one another the passion we both deem impossible to ignore when were around each other. I would love nothing more than to please him, to let him take me. My nipples extend into pointy bullets that shoot straight to my core. Damn it. Why couldn’t we be stuck here in a fucking Illinois lake effect blizzard? I sigh, thinking about how truly blessed I am to someday be able to wake up every morning to this man.
“That’s the best thing you’ve said all weekend,” I laugh. I don’t know what has come over me. I feel so playful with Camden, like he transported me back to my college days when life was much easier and all I cared about what having a fantastic time. He knows me. I don’t know how or what he did, but ten years later, he knew exactly how to remove the pipe up my ass that everyone else sees. When I am with him, life is a big amusement park with games and thrill rides.
He snaps his towel in my general direction and laughs. My body breaks out in chills at his playfulness. I need him both physically and emotionally. He is showing me what it feels like to be happy, and that’s something I’m not sure I’ve felt since I last saw him. At least not truly.
“Get up and don’t touch me. Drink your coffee like the princess you are, or fuck work. You’ll be bound, gagged and, overly fucked. I make no threats about you not being able to walk. It’s a damn promise. Hell, you might not even be able to crawl for that matter,” he says, laughter ringing through his words.
“Bossy.” I stick my tongue out at him. The thought of crawling on my knees with my hands bound behind my back leaves a brooding ache between my legs.
He comes to me, a serious face in place, and frames my face with his large, soft hands. “Kiss me, princess. That’s all I need to get through these next few hours without you.”
We melt into one another for a long moment and once he knows I feel the evidence of his arousal against me, he jerks back. “No, no, no. Work is the only thing we are doing this morning. We have to get going. I can’t keep you locked up all morning. You have to get to work and make those millions I am banking on.” His chortle tells me he is joking, but somewhere deep down I wonder if he knows exactly how much I’ve accumulated over the last ten years. Does he plan to use me for my money? A sudden chill rakes down my back and I shudder at the thought. He makes enough of his own, there is no way he would disrupt my life for money.
I pretend pout, snatching up my coffee to take a sip as I watch the man of my past dreams and future hopes begin to assemble his three piece suit. I push those dark unwarranted thoughts from my mind and watch him. It is a sight and I am enjoying in it.
Twenty minutes later, Camden leaves. I take my time seeing him off, before indulging in a fabulous shower. Once I am dried off, I retrieve my phone to call Colin. It’s been days since I called him and I need to make sure he is ready to get me for work. I am completely scatterbrained. No one has ever been more confused about anything in the history of the world before today. I feel like I deserve my own therapeutic term. Lucafucksic. BiLuca Disorder. Yes, that one is perfect. The two people I’ve been living as have come down to one, they are both of me. The both of her.
Camden. Steel Charter. Heath. Camden.
This past week needs a place on a daytime television and I’m the first one to admit it. Now, I have to perform some sort of miracle and look like my life is as normal as it was one week ago. Colin will figure something out, of that I am sure. Shit, he’ll probably drive Camden and me to dinner tonight. I plant my palm on my forehead and think of ways to talk to Colin about Camden. I’ve never had a man in my life like this. Colin will be cool about it I’m sure. He’ll make fun of me before asking me when the wedding is. I’ll tell him to go fuck himself. It will be easy. It’s just like every other day.
“Well, I wondered if you were still breathing,” Colin jokes into my ear, right as he picked up.
“Aw, that is so sweet, ass hat. Come get me. I need a ride to Divider,” I bark out with love, of course. He has to sense the smile behind my words. He knows me almost as much as the boys do. I think he adores me as much, too.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m nearly there, so come down when you’re ready,” he says in a slight sarcastic tone I could live without right now. Nevertheless, the banter continues to make me smile.
“I still have to get dressed but I should be quick,” I bark just before hanging up. I head into my dressing room and notice that the ugly dresses I never wanted to see again are scattered on the floor.
“What the hell?” I think out loud. Pulling the dresses back to see the safe completely, I gasp in horror. My safe’s door is wide the fuck open and the whole thing is cleaned out.
“Oh my God,” I shriek, fumbling with the phone that is still in my hands and dial 9-1-1.
“My jewelry,” I yell. “My jewels are all gone. Over a million dollars of jewels! Gone!” The woman can’t get a word in edgewise as I tell her the address, the apartment number, and when I start to list all of my pieces, the oxygen from my brain diminishes.
“Ma’am, the officers will be there shortly, but can you tell me if anything else in the house was tampered with? Perhaps the front door? Where were you when you were robbed?”
I go completely still. I think of Camden. I think of spending everyday this weekend in the bed, not even twenty feet from the safe. He had access to all my jewelry. He had that have taken it all? Oh my God. He fucking stole everything from right under my nose.
“This can’t be happening to me,” I breathe out. “He robbed me of all my jewelry.”
I think about his hatred for my lifestyle. Why would he actually go to all this trouble, just to erase everything I’d done before this weekend? I’m nauseous and crying. Nothing makes any fucking sense.
“Who?” the mechanical sounding woman on the phone asks. “Who robbed you of all your jewelry?”
I take a deep breath and look at the safe again. I can’t believe it is all gone. All of those weekends. All of those times I was presented with a piece of jewelry so the man could ravage me. I wore each piece of jewelry with pride and thought how about lucky I was to have those men in my life, even if it was for a brief weekend.