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past all my acting and
pretense. Even just chatting in the bar tonight, I revealed more of
myself than I have to anyone, confiding about my life as an
Ashcroft, and how much it changed for me.
    I want to open up to him. I want to let him
in. But still, I’m scared. Out of my depth. This isn’t an ordinary
relationship, and even though Cam reassured me it wasn’t strange to
want the things that I do, I’m still trying to wrap my head around
it myself.
    How good it felt when he was spanking me.
How much I want to submit and obey.
    It thrills me and scares me at the same
time, but something tells me that Cam won’t push me further than
I’m ready to go.
    When we get back to the apartment, Cam locks
the front door behind us. “Goodnight, my sweet,” he murmurs,
kissing me softly on the lips. “Sleep well. You’ll need your energy
tomorrow.”
    He winks, but I still feel a wave of
disappointment. And when he leaves me to go to his bedroom, I wish
he wouldn’t. That he’d stay.
    I try to snap out of it, and go get ready
for bed. I love the peace of my evening routine, and even when I
was living with Brent, I liked to lock the bathroom door and take a
moment, losing myself in the ritual of cleansing off my makeup and
preparing for sleep. I brush out my hair, and smooth moisturizer
over my skin, then gingerly check my ass in the mirror.
    Cam’s handprints have faded. There’s no sign
of our evening spanking—except the ripple of excitement that rolls
through me every time I remember it.
    I dress in a sheer lacy nightgown, then
stop, looking at the big bed. Soft. Luxurious.
    Empty.
    Before I can talk myself out of it, I pad
barefoot down the dark hallway and stop outside Cam’s door.
    I knock, tentative. A moment later, Cam
throws it open. “Yes?” he barks, looking annoyed.
    I catch my breath. He’s shirtless, wearing
nothing but black silk pajama bottoms. His body is so muscular, I
can see the ridge of his abs, and the way his shoulders and biceps
bulge with definition.
    “I… I’m sorry,” I murmur, embarrassed. “I
just…can I sleep with you tonight?”
    I lift my eyes to his. They’re dark with an
unreadable expression. Right away, I know I’ve made a mistake.
    “I’m sorry,” I say again, turning to go.
    “Wait.”
    Cam’s hand shoots out and catches me by the
arm. I go still from the heat of the contact. I turn. “Come in,” he
says, dropping my arm and standing aside.
    I take a deep breath, and follow his
command.
    The room is dim, lit only by a lamp beside
the huge bed. I’ve been here before, but somehow, it feels more
intimate with the drapes drawn and just the two of us in the
dark.
    Cam pulls back the covers, and slides into
bed. He pats the space beside him. “I warn you,” he says with a
dark look. “I’ve been known to snore.”
    I burst out laughing, and just like that,
the huge bed doesn’t seem so ominous. I go around the other side,
and slide in. The sheets are cool and soft, and I can feel the heat
from his body burning even from the other side of the king
mattress.
    “You’re lucky, I don’t.” I smile, but the
teasing fades from my lips as Cam turns off the light and rolls
over on his side towards me.
    He reaches out and strokes gently down my
jaw. I shiver. “Come here,” he murmurs, and pulls me to him, so I’m
spooned against his body. His front to my back. His hard cock
nestled against my ass.
    Suddenly, sleep is the last thing on my
mind.
    “What’s the scent you’re wearing?” Cam asks,
his voice a low whisper against my ear.
    I relax back into his arms. “My body lotion,
I guess. Roses.”
    “Mmm,” Cam sweeps my hair aside and drops a
kiss on the back of my neck. “You smell good enough to eat.”
    Heat rushes between my thighs. Oh God. His
hands slide around to my waist, teasing against the silky fabric. I
sink deeper into the soft pillows, deeper against him. Cam groans
softly, gripping my hips. I rub back against his cock, and feel his
whole body