Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"And say what? That I'm scared? That it's not enough time?" I shake my head rapidly, trying to hold tears at bay. "I am scared. It isn't enough time. I'm going to jail, Cam. In a day or two, I'm going to be labeled as a murderer and tossed into a cell."
"Hey." He turns me to face him. His expression is firm, mutinous. "You can beat this."
"Maybe. But by the time we find enough evidence to prove I'm innocent, the damage will already be done. My job will be gone. So will any future prospects. All I've ever wanted to do is teach," I mumble, my heart breaking all over again when I think about my kids, the ones who think I'm coming back. The ones who have had far too many people bow out of their lives with no warning and no explanation.
"Don't think like that," he murmurs, cupping my face between his palms.
I can't help but think like that, though. "They think I'm coming back," I tell him, trying not to cry. "That's my fault, Cam. I let them believe I was going to be back because I believed it. This wasn't real to me then. I was naïve and assumed the truth would save me before my life was seriously impacted."
I was wrong…but I'm not going to let that break me. I refuse to let Fake Ivy win.
"We are going to find whoever is behind this," he promises me. "They aren't going to get away with this."
I stare at him for a long moment, memorizing his face. He looks so certain, like he knows we're going to win. Like he'll move heaven and hell to make it happen if that's what it takes. Like he's not going to stop until he proves my innocence.
"I want something," I blurt.
His gaze flits across my face, searching.
"I want to spend tomorrow with you. Just me and you."
"Kitten―"
"Please," I whisper. I know there's a million things we need to do to ensure I don't go to prison for a long time, but I don't want to do any of them tomorrow. Before I leave this room, I want the weight of his body on top of mine embedded in my mind. I want the feel of him inside me seared so deeply into my memory, nothing that happens once we leave here has a chance of making me forget exactly how it feels when he's coming in me. Before we leave this room, I want every piece of him.
"Kitten―"
"You said I never had to beg you for anything," I remind him. "But I will if that's what it takes."
"Fuck," he groans, his expression torn.
"I want you, Cam. I want you in me and I want you all over me. That's my last request as a free woman."
When his eyes drift closed, I know I have him.
Chapter Fourteen
Cameron
"Cam?" Ivy calls softly.
I lift my gaze from my laptop, turning to blink at her through bleary eyes.
"Is everything okay?" she asks, sitting up in the bed.
"Yeah, kitten. Just looking at something," I say, my gaze heating as I look at her. God, she looks good all tousled and covered in my marks. I close the laptop and rise, prowling toward her as my cock stirs, hardening. "Did you sleep well?"
She nods.
"Good." I smirk. "I have plans for you, kitten."
She moans softly, her nipples hardening.
I crawl onto the bed, pull the covers back, and then prowl over her, straddling her. She watches me through wide eyes, her lips parted. I gently push against her shoulder, pressing her down onto the bed beneath me. Once she's on her back beneath me, I wrap my fingers around her wrists, pinning them on either side of her head.
"Hi," I whisper then, my lips an inch from hers.
"Hi," she whispers back, her gaze shifting across my face. I don't know what she's thinking, but whatever it is turns her eyes dark. She shifts beneath me, squeezing her thighs together.
I lean in like I'm going to kiss her but sink my teeth into the sensitive flesh of her throat instead, making her moan. She's so fucking responsive to me, so eager for every touch, every caress. I can't get enough of how readily she gives herself over to me.
"You still want to play?" I ask against her skin.
She nods eagerly.
"Good." I bite her again, pulling her skin into my mouth and sucking hard. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."
It's what she wanted earlier, but it isn't what she needed.
"Please."
"Your safeword is red. Use it, and everything stops immediately."
"Red," she repeats.
"Good girl." I lean away from her, smirking. "Wrap your hands around the headboard. Now."
She jumps to obey, stretching her arms over her head to clutch the slats in the headboard. I reach over the side of the bed and snag her panties off the floor, eyeing her for a moment.