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We both started to eat and Cam poured us a glass of wine. As I watched him pour mine, I couldn’t believe that this was happening. And what I really couldn’t believe was that it was happening withCam.Instead of questioning it too much like I would normally do, I decided to try and live in the moment and enjoy it. The last thing I wanted to do right now was get lost in my thoughts and let it ruin the evening.

As we ate, Cam asked me how things were going with the conference—good, but we still had a lot to do—and I asked him how he felt about the next season—good, but he was hoping for a better final record than last year. I also learned that in the last week, he’d joined a gym and that during the day while I worked, he was either running, working out, or watching old football game replays back in his hotel room.

“I’ve made great friends with the support staff at the hotel. I know most of their names and they are always happy to bring me whatever I need when I call down,” he shared, taking a big bite of his dinner.

“Yes, well, when you tip them twenty bucks every time they come, I’m sure they arehappyto do whatever you ask.”

He shrugged and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “My family didn’t have a lot growing up and I don’t think these people have a lot either. I have more than enough to go around, so if I can give back to the people who are helping me out, I will.”

My heart swelled, knowing that Cam was truly doing what he was doing because he wanted to, not for recognition or validation. He cared for the people in his life, and he always did what he could to show them that.

It wasn’t long before the sun had started to go down and the temperature started to drop. I pulled on my sweater and pulled my legs under my skirt to use it as a blanket. We had both finished eating when Cam noticed me shiver.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” I lied.

He cocked his head at me.

“Yeah, you are, Jones. Let’s go. Let’s get you somewhere warm.” He stood up, walked around the table, and gave me his hand to help me stand.

“And where might that be?” I smirked at him as I stood. Cam pulled me in and wrapped both his arms around me, trapping me against him.

“Beautiful”—his voice was deep and low—“I think you knowexactlywhere that might be.”

My breath caught in my throat for a moment and I licked my lips in anticipation. But then I remembered our dinner setup and worried. “Don’t we need to clean this up first?”

“No, someone will be by to do that for us. Can we go now? I really wanna get you warm.” The grin on his face and the way his hands slid down my back to land right on the spot where my back meets my ass told me he wanted to do more than just that. Suddenly though, I was ready to get warm too.Verywarm.

“Yes, please. Let's go get me warm.” I nearly begged him.

Cam turned and I jumped on his back again to avoid walking on the sand and once I was on, he nearly ran back to his car.

We were both ready to be very, very warm.

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HALEY | NOW

We couldn’t get into his room fast enough, pushing and pulling at each other like animals.

My hands reached under his pull-over and made contact with his abs, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. His hands reached under my sweater and worked to pull it up and over my head. We moved as one across his room and toward the bed. Since Cam was in a suite, we had to maneuver around the couch and other furniture in the living room. After bumping into an end table, Cam lifted me easily and carried me the rest of the way. I wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled as he laid me down on the bed.

“What are you laughing at, Jones?” he growled in my ear, making quick work at getting my skirt off.

“I’m just laughing at us. At this. It almost feels unreal…it almost feels like a dream.”

“This is my dream, Jones. I’ve had this dream before.” Cam kissed my neck and was starting to play with my breasts, my bra pushed up so they were exposed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, almost getting lost in his touch when his words hit me.

“Wait”—I pressed my hands against his chest, stopping him—“you’ve dreamed about this before?”

“I dream about you all the time, beautiful.”

My eyes were locked on his but before I could respond, his lips crashed into mine, filling my entire body with the taste of him. With his hands still on my chest, I arched my back as his fingers started to pinch and flick my nipples. When he brought his mouth to them, my breath got caught in my throat.

“Take this off now,” he demanded, pulling me up onto my elbows and unclasping my bra behind my back in one try. His hands then moved to remove my panties.

“Damn, Cam, you’re really good at that. Have a lot of practice?” I teased.

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