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I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes. "I love you, Cam Collins."

He kisses me, pulling me tight against his chest. "Thank fuckfor that. Cause you're stuck with me now, woman. After the night we just had, there's no way I'm giving you up."

I laugh and put my arms around his neck. We hold each other quietly for a few minutes, just enjoying the contact. I don't think either of us has the energy to attempt anymore sex tonight, and it's comforting to know that we can just exist like this.

Finally, he brushes a kiss to my temple. "Come on, let's go to bed. I'm shattered."

I stifle a yawn as I climb off him. "Yeah. Who would have thought a foursome could be so exhausting. We must be getting old."

He chuckles as he stands up, taking my hand to pull me towards the bedroom. "Yeah. I'm sure that's it."

We clean our teeth side-by-side at the sink in my ensuite, before collapsing into bed, and I fall asleep almost as soon as Cam pulls me close to spoon himself around me.

39

I AM OFFICIALLY JEALOUS

IMOGEN

On Monday morning,I’m once again sitting in my office with Annika on the couch, talking about Cam. Only this time, instead of begging me for details about his cock, she's raving about it.

"Seriously, Im... You were going to gatekeep that?" She gives me a dirty look, and I shake my head.

"I wasn't gatekeeping it. I just didn't think you'd ever be in a position to see it... Let alone fuck it."

She grins. "Well, I have. And I am officially jealous. I need to get me a well-hung boyfriend who's okay with me fucking for a living. Where does one find one of those?"

I turn to my computer with a smirk. "Apparently, you need a client to have a heart attack and then the paramedic turns out to be the man of your dreams."

She lets out a dramatic sigh and flops back against the back of the couch. "Well damn, guess I better work on getting one of the old fuckers to have a coronary."

Catching the look on Sebastian's face as he walks in causes me to choke on a laugh.

He turns to give her a stern look as he sits down behind his desk. "I'd prefer not to have any more medical incidents here, thank you. So try not to ride the old men too hard, please."

"You're no fun," Annika replies with a pout.

"Besides, what about poor Connell? I don't think he'd be able to handle it if you found a well-hung boyfriend who's okay with you fucking others for a living," I say with a sly smile.

She narrows her eyes as she looks at me. "Until that man gets over whatever his weird hang up is, I don't think I'll be making relationship decisions based on what he wants."

"Have you actually tried talking to him about this?" I ask, glad that the focus has shifted off my own relationship for the time being.

She throws her hands up in the air. "How exactly am I meant to do that when every time I’m alone with him, he bolts in the other direction?"

"Perhaps you could try romancing the man instead of scaring him?" Sebastian pipes up, earning him a death glare. He just raises an eyebrow at her, completely unaffected by the daggers she's trying to shoot from her eyes. "You know I'm right."

"He's the head of fucking security, why on earth would he be scared of me?"

I shrug. "Maybe he's not scared of you. You said it was one of the wildest nights you've experienced, right?"

She sighs, nodding. "Yeah. It was amazing."

I smile gently. "So maybe, given that hedoesn'tfuck people for a living, he's scared of whatever feelings were stirred up after that night?"

She taps her lip with her pointer finger, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah... maybe..."

"What actually happened that night?" I ask, not for the first time.

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