underneath my head. “What have you got going on today, Bloss?”
“I’m in ER.” I sigh as I throw my leg over his.
He curls his lip in disgust. You have to be a special kind of person to work in ER. Cam and I are not those people. I mean, it’s good in some ways. The experience is invaluable, but it’s hectic and you never know what the hell is going to happen on your shift. Drug addicts, car accidents, stab wounds, police everywhere... there’s usually something horrible going on. Nothing good ever happens in ER.
“What time do you finish?” he asks.
“Not until seven.” I kiss his chest. “Do you mind if we give date night a miss tonight? By the time I get home, going out will be the last thing I’m going to feel like doing.”
He kisses my forehead. “Pizza, wine, and hot bath it is.”
“I love you.” I smile.
He smirks and kisses my head. “What’s not to love?”
I sit up and I push him back to the bed to lean over him. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say back, Cameron.”
He smiles cheekily. “If I say it too much you’ll get sick of hearing it.”
I kiss his lips and my eyes search his. “I could never get sick of hearing you tell me you love me.”
His eyes darken, and he suddenly flips me so that he’s on top of my once again. In one slick movement he’s managed to slide back in. “I think I’ll take my tonight sex now, thanks.” He bites my neck. “Tonight’s looking sketchy.”
I laugh as he flexes his dick inside me.
The door handle turns.
“Fucking leg alarm,” Cameron whispers.
I giggle.
“Every time someone in this house is trying to get a fucking leg over, an alarm goes off and he appears from nowhere,” he growls into my ear.
“Dad?” Owen calls. “The door’s locked.”
“Fuck it,” Cameron whispers as he rolls off me.
I giggle and throw my nightgown on and open the door. “Good morning, my Owie.”
He frowns with his hands on his hips. “Why was the door locked?”
“I’m not sure. I probably locked it by accident,” I murmur as I go into the bathroom and turn the shower on.
Owen goes over to the bed. “Let me in.”
Cameron pats the top of the bed. “Lie on top of the blankets, buddy. It’s too hot underneath.”
I smile as I hold my hand under the water. Little does he know his dad’s a sticky, hot mess under those blankets.
Owen lies on top of the blankets and cuddles his father for a moment.
“Why don’t you go and put your shows on, Owie?” I call. Cam needs to start getting ready.
“Yes, okay,” Owen calls back before he jumps off the bed and runs downstairs.
I look around. Damn it. There are no towels in here. I walk down the hall to the linen press and when I return Cam is in my shower. I smirk at him and put my hand on my hip.
He likes the water cold.
I like the water hot.
Showers together when sex isn’t included involve a lot of tap temperature changing by the both of us.
“You can have first shower,” I mutter dryly.
He winks sexily. “Thanks, Bloss.” He grabs the soap and starts to wash himself. “Don’t mind if I do.”
“You have three minutes,” I call. I return to the bedroom, make the bed, and open the blinds. A minute later, Cam appears with my white towel wrapped around his waist. His broad chest and the six-pack bring a smile to my face.
I am one lucky bitch to get to wake up to this guy every day. I get another towel from the linen press and hop into the shower.
Cam is shaving, and I watch him intently as I stand beneath the water.
He looks like a movie star in his white fluffy towel wrapped around him. He slowly slides the razor down his cheek as he concentrates. No matter how many times I watch him do this, it still fascinates me every time.
“So, I have a thing in Vegas in a few weeks,” he says.
I pour shampoo into my hand. “Oh, okay.”
“I thought you might want to come with me,” he suggests casually as he glides the razor over his skin.
“When is it?” I ask.
He rinses his razor under the hot water. “I’m not sure. Couple of weeks? Over a weekend, I think.”
I scrunch up my face at the thought of all the hassle of going somewhere, packing, socializing, unpacking… Ugh. Honestly, just getting through working full time and