Page 59 of My One and Only

Thank God. After Mike died, she’d vowed she never let another man change who she was.

One side of her mouth curling up, she said, “I’ll let you be the judge of that.” Then she bent and took him into her mouth again. Cupped his balls gently in one hand and swirled her tongue around his hard length. Sucked, then swirled. In minutes, he was moaning. Arching his hips into her.

His hands tightened on her shoulders and he groaned as he came. She kept her mouth on him until he eased gently away from her.

“That was amazing, Jo,” he said, pulling her up so she was lying on him. “More than I ever imagined. And I’ve imagined a lot. Especially since you walked into my office and gave me a piece of your mind about your mother’s house.”

“Yeah?”she asked.

“I wanted you all through high school,” he said. “But I was too self-conscious to ask you out. I didn’t want to ruin what we had if you didn’t feel the same.”

She slid her fingers into his hair again, then cupped his face, letting his whiskers tickle her palms. “I would have said yes. I wanted to go out with you, too, Cam.” She smiled. “Why do you think I was so happy when you asked me to that party at the lake? I was hoping you’d planned to sneak into the woods with me and fool around.”

Cam swallowed. “Exactly what Ihadplanned,” he said. “But…”

“Yeah, Cam. I know. And then I left town and joined the Army.” She sighed. “I wish I had stuck around until you were on your feet again. Things might have been a lot different.”

“For both of us,” he said, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. “But if I hadn’t married Ashley, I wouldn’t have Fiona.”

“Yeah, I get it,” she said. If she hadn’t joined the Army, she wouldn’t have met and married Mike. And she wasn’t sure if she regretted that, or not. If she hadn’t been there to help him, she was pretty sure no one would have been. And she was glad she was able to take care of him in the few months they had after he was injured.

“Your marriage is in the past,” she said. “So is mine. I did the best I could for Mike, but it wasn’t enough. And, knowing you, I’m sure you did the best you could for Ashley. It’s who you are, Cam.” Although both of their marriages might be in the past, they were still going to have to talk about them at some point. Jo tightened her grip on Cam for a moment, then forced herself to relax her hands. He probably didn’t want to talk about Ashley, either. But she didn’t want to deal with any ghosts when she was with Cam. She wanted to focus only on him.

He struggled to sit up and pulled her against his side. “I don’t want to talk about our exes,” he said. “I want to savor this experience with you, Jo. I’ve waited a long time for this and I only want to think about you.”

“Me, too,” she said. She reached over and kissed him, then looked him in the eyes. “We’re gonna have to talk about them at some point, though. You know that, right?”

Cam drew a deep breath. “Yeah. I know. But not tonight. Or tomorrow night. I want to enjoy you. I don’t want to think about anything but you.”

“I feel the same way,” Jo said. “I’ll get some condoms. I’m pretty sure Fiona won’t go through my stuff and find them.”

Cam opened his mouth, and Jo put her hand over it. “If you’re going to say this can’t happen again, I’ll be really disappointed in you, Cam. Is that what you were going to say?”

He shook his head vigorously, and she removed her hand. “What, then?”

“We just had sex, Jo, and I already want to do it again. As often as possible. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“We do,” Jo said, bending to brush a kiss over his mouth. “I’ll get those condoms tomorrow.” She frowned as she studied him. “Unless you don’t want to have sex with Fiona in the house.”

“We just did, didn’t we?”

She smiled at him. “I guess we did. What time does Fiona usually go to bed?”

“Around seven,” he said.

She brushed her mouth over his one last time, then sat up. “Tomorrow night after she’s asleep, then. It’s a date.”

Chapter 18

Cam knew he needed to focus on work, but all he wanted to do was watch Jo. Remember how she’d felt and sounded last night, when they’d made out on the couch. Her smooth, warm skin. Her soft, so-sensitive breasts. The screams she’d muffled against his chest when she came.

God! They’d barely gotten naked, but he’d come harder than he ever had in his life and judging by Jo’s volume and the way she’d clung to him, he suspected it had been equally good for her.

He glanced over at her desk -- not the first time he’d done that today. This time, she was alternating between writing in a notebook and scrolling on her phone. He wanted to ask her what she was doing this morning but didn’t want to be a creeper. Whatever it was, he was sure it had something to do with her job. Jo took that very seriously. The last thing she would do was goof off when she was working.

The heat of his gaze must have singed her because she swiveled on the chair. When her eyes caught his, his skin rippled as if she’d touched a live wire to it. Every molecule in his body stood at attention, anticipating Jo’s touch on him.

Instead of looking away, her eyes became molten pools of need. Desire stirred in him, and he shifted in his chair. Finally, clearing her throat, she said, “Should I call Mel and ask her to send you a contract? After last night, there’s no way I’m leaving now. Not until you know who’s behind the break-in at your house and the bribery scheme. And I doubt we’re going to figure that out in three days.”

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