Ruining Mr. Perfect (The McCauley Brothers) by Marie Harte Page A

good for at least another round. Or two.”
    She pretended to consider him, tapping her chin. “You make a sound argument.”
    “The probability that it’s not a fluke goes up the more we have sex. Make love. Fuck. Call it what you will, but I really think we need to continue this in the shower.”
    “Oh. Shower sex. I can do that.”
    “Honey, you can do anything. That’s why I like you. You’re so positive.”
    “Dork.” She lifted herself off him and ran to the bathroom. “Ack. You made a mess!”
    As long as that’s all I made. He trusted Vanessa implicitly. She wasn’t the kind of woman to take chances with her body or her future. He doubted she planned to conceive without a detailed list of how to go about it. Spontaneous sex with Cameron McCauley, sadly enough, would probably not appear on the list.
    Yet some small part of him wondered what if . What would their child be like? What would Vanessa look like carrying a piece of him inside her?
    “Well? Come on, Methuselah. I’m not getting any younger,” she called out and started the shower. “Oh man. This is like a spa!”
    He grinned. “Coming, dear.”
    “Ass.”
    He joined her in the shower and decided to show her how a real man pleasured a woman. After he got her nice and clean. With soap and water. And his tongue.
    ***
    Vanessa couldn’t believe she’d actually had mind-blowing sex with Cameron McCauley in the Four Seasons Hotel. Nothing seedy or deviant about their coupling. She hadn’t expected anything raunchy—like Abby’s sexy books. But she also hadn’t expected he’d be so good at pleasing her. Her orgasm had satisfied, for sure. And his orgasm… Watching him come had been right up there with her all-time favorite images. A sunset over the ocean. A rainbow on a sunny day. The tigers at the zoo. Cameron in climax.
    “Come on, lazy. Let me wash you.” He pulled her closer and proceeded to shampoo her with a decadent scalp massage.
    “Oh, wow. You should do this for a living.” She moaned.
    “But my happy endings are strictly for you.”
    She laughed and tried not to swallow too much water.
    “Easy now. See? That’s what it would have been like if I’d let you go down on me. Drowning.”
    “Yeah, right. You made a mess, but it wasn’t a rainfall.”
    “Hey. Stop trying to unman me. I came hard.”
    “You busted a nut, all right.”
    He took his hands away and stared at her. “Quite the vernacular.”
    She laughed at him, amazed to be having so much fun after sex. Normally she didn’t climax, or she did and just wanted her partner gone.
    “Now your body.” He held the soap up. “Arms up. I promise not to tickle.”
    He washed her with gentle hands, spending a large time between her legs and on her breasts.
    “Um, Cam? You washed my left breast five times already. I think I’m clean.”
    “No. You’re a very dirty girl.” He sighed and continued to fondle her, enough that he aroused her again. “Have I told you how much I love your body? Your breasts fit in my hands. Not too big, not too small. Juuuusst right.”
    “Okay, Goldilocks.”
    He snorted with laughter, and she looked into his impossibly blue eyes and felt something deep give inside her.
    “Now, Vanessa, I did say I’d get my turn.”
    She looked down and saw him half hard. “I don’t think you’re ready yet.”
    “You are. Now hold still.” He angled her so that the shower hit her back and shoulders. Then he put down the soap and knelt between her feet.
    “Wh-what are you doing?”
    “What I want. It’s my show now, sexy. Buckle up and hold tight.”

Chapter 6
    Vanessa stared down at Cameron in shock. Her breath caught as his mouth drew closer. He kissed her. There. In that place where few men had ever done more than waste her time. Yet a hint of his breath and she felt ready to go off like a rocket.
    “So sweet,” he murmured in that throaty voice that immediately put her in mind of hot, steamy sex.
    The water rained over her back while