get a really big lump in my throat and my eyes tear up.
What a horrible case of sliding doors. If only we’d met back then things, could be so different between us.
His face falls. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head as I try to pull myself together.
He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. Overcome with emotion, I lean in and kiss him softly. He looks down at me as he brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Are you getting soppy on me, Tucker.”
I nod and smile through my tears. “Most definitely.” I pause as I reread the ad.
“I think I just found another dimension,” I whisper.
He smiles softly and kisses me. “Two down, one to go.”
15
Ashley
I walk down the aisle of the plane as I head back to our seat. We’re midway through our flight back to Los Angeles. Cameron is sitting with his head against the seat, and he smiles sexily as I approach, patting his knee.
I feel my heart flutter. Lately, that seems to be a common occurrence. Just one look from him sets me into schoolgirl raptures. As I approach our seat, he pats his knee again and I bend to kiss him gently. “I can’t sit on your knee,” I whisper as I look around.
“Who says?” he grumbles as he pulls me down. “This isn’t coach. We can do what we want here.”
He lays me across lap with my feet on my seat, and then he shakes out the blanket and covers us both. I smile as I curl into him and his warm arms come around me before he softly kisses my temple. “That’s better,” he whispers.
I smile against his chest and snuggle into him. He smells so damn good, and he’s right, being this close is much better.
We laughed, we danced, we made love, and we fucked like animals in New York. I have never felt so fulfilled in my entire life.
If happiness is a gift, Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.
I’m falling in love.
With every glance, with every touch, with the air that he breathes every second.
Cameron Stanton is his own kind of magical drug and the high he gives is as good as it gets.
The longer I’m on it, the harder the withdrawal will be.
Unfortunately, I already know our fate, but I’m trying to put it to the back of my mind and enjoy the time we have together.
“Thank you for a beautiful weekend, Cam.” I smile up at him.
He kisses my forehead and he smiles in return. “Thank you,” he whispers against my hair. “It was a great weekend and I don’t want to go home. Can’t we just run away?”
I smile and listen to the drone of the engine while sitting on top of my beautiful traveling companion, his lips pressed to my forehead. I somehow drift into a peaceful sleep.
First class really is the only way to travel.
The car pulls up in Cameron’s driveway at 11pm and we both climb out of the car on sleepy feet. We’re tired. After drinking copious amounts of alcohol and engaging in a million sex sessions over the last forty-eight hours, our bodies have literally given up. The driver retrieves our bags from the trunk and Cam takes them. “Thank you.” He smiles as the driver hands his credit card back.
We walk up the driveway. “I’m going to go home, babe.” I yawn.
He frowns. “I thought you were staying…”
“I didn’t bring any of my stuff for work.”
His eyes hold mine. “Don’t go.” He bends and takes my lips with his and brushes the hair back from my face. “Stay with me again.”
I smile. I know I should go home, and I know I should tell him everything because my sanity and my job depend on it. But I just can’t bring myself to do it. With a heavy heart, I turn toward the house. “I’m going to get sick of you,” I reply dryly.
He smacks me on the behind and I laugh as I jump. “I’m already sick of you. This is a sympathy sleepover.” He fires back.
I smirk as he opens the door. “Good, I thought you were getting needy on me.”
He flicks the light on. “I don’t do needy.” He turns to face me. “Ashley Tucker, my all night fucker.”
What the hell? My eyebrows rise by themselves and I burst out laughing. “Ashley Tucker, your all night fucker?” I gasp.
He smiles a proud-of-himself smile and raises a brow. “Has a ring to it, doesn’t it? You should