Page 148 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

Hell no.

It was Camila Cabrera.

He’d been so goddamn blind.

He’d been looking for a kitten when he should’ve been looking for a tigress.

Her, “Are we going to stand out here all night?” brought him back to the moment.

Themoment.

This turning point.

But he needed to be truthful with her. To tell her they had no future if she wanted anything more than only him. Because that was all he could give her.

“Cami…” It pained him to admit, “I can’t give you what you want.”

Confusion crossed her face. “What do I want? Besides to go inside?”

“If you expect more from me—”

“Than sex?”

“Yes.”

Silence filled the space between them for a few heartbeats. “Did I ask for anything more?”

“No.”Not yet.“But…”

Hell, maybe he was overthinking this and, if he continued on this path, he would make a goddamn fool of himself.

“I thought this was casual,” she said simply.

A valid assumption. “It is.”Or it was.

“Then you have nothing to worry about. I want nothing more from you than you’ve already given me. And what you’re about to give me. We’re keeping it simple, right?”

Right. Keep it simple, stupid.

“Right?” she asked again. “Or am I missing something here?”

“You’re not missing anything. I only wanted to make sure it was clear.”

“Clear as a cloudless sky.” She shifted against him. “Tell me… Is there a reason you still have me pinned against your car? I’d rather not have sex in the driveway under a spotlight. I’d venture to guess most of Fletch’s neighbors would prefer not to watch that, either. Not to mention, I’d have to look them in the face whenever I take Murphy for a walk around the block. That could get a bit awkward.”

His reason for coming over was to turn her ass cheeks a bright shade of red before fucking her. Realistically, he could still do that and leave right after.

For fuck’s sake.Who was he kidding? If he went in that house, he wasn’t leaving it again until morning.

After breakfast.

After another good fuck and a few shared orgasms.

He groaned at what a weak simp this woman made him.

There was nothing “simple” about their connection.

After Sasha, he had no problem keeping things only surface deep when he found a woman he wanted to spend some time with. And by “time” he meant hours at the most, not days or weeks.Hell, not even overnight.

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