lip and moaned deep in her throat. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he felt her tightening around him, but he kept his entrance slow and steady. He wanted it to last forever because he knew once he was buried hilt deep, he was going to give in to the tingling in his spine that called for him to thrust into her until he came.
âCamâ¦.â
âYes,â he said between clenched teeth.
âI need you,â she said.
âIâm giving you what you need,â he said.
âItâs not enough,â she said, her words like an electric spark in his nerve endings. âI need all of you filling me up.â
He groaned her name and stopped torturing them both with his slow entry. Using his hands on her hips, he moved her up and down with a speed that drove them both toward orgasm with no chance to breathe or think. There was only the feel of her nipples rubbing over his chest. The taste of her tongue buried deep in his mouth and the feel of him wrapped so tightly in her sweet center that he thought heâd never want to leave her.
âCamâ¦Iâm coming,â she said.
Her words triggered his orgasm, and he pumped once more before he emptied his seed inside of her. She wasbreathing heavily, and he was covered in sweat as she collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back. He tried to pretend that this was just a little game of getting his own way, but somehow in the midst of seducing Becca, he had been seduced himself.
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Cam carried Becca back up to the house and tucked her into her own bed before he left. He wanted to stay and sleep in her arms, but he knew better than to give in to that desire. He walked across the hall to Tyâs bedroom and stood over his sleeping son.
He felt as if heâd taken a punch to the chest when he realized that the little boy sleeping there was his. Not just his son, his and Beccaâs. She meant more to him than heâd ever admit out loud, and tonight had proven it. With any other woman heâd have kept his cool and seduced her on his own terms, but sheâd made him lose it.
He leaned down and brushed Tyâs hair off his forehead. He needed to make sure that Tyâs future was secure. Camâs parents had died in a plane accident so their loss had been unexpected. Luckily, he and his brothers had been in their twenties. But if something happened to him or to Becca, where would Ty be?
He didnât want to take a chance on Ty being left with nothing or no one. His brothers would step in, but they needed to have wills and guardianship issues worked out. He left Tyâs room and walked back to his own, hesitating in front of Beccaâs door.
He wishedâ¦hell, he wasnât some wussy guy whowished for things, he made them happen. So why the hell was it so hard to get Becca to do what he needed her to do? Why was he standing out here instead of holding her in his arms?
Because Becca made him weak. He would never have forgiven a business associate whoâd lied to him. And he knew whether he said the words out loud or not, heâd forgiven Becca. He didnât know if it was because of the sexâthat would make it easier for him to explain to himself, but he suspected it was because of her tears and the fear sheâd expressed so easily tonight. She didnât have all the answers to this parenting thing, and she was feeling her way the same way he was.
He didnât go into her room. That would send a message to her that she had him. Instead, he went down the hall to his office and sat behind his big oak desk.
Worn with age, the executive leather chair had been his fatherâs. Cam had vivid memories of playing under this desk while his father had talked on the phone to his sports manager.
He sent an email to Justin initiating two things. The first was joint custody for Ty. The second was a will that would name his brothers as the guardians for Ty if
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