Page 41 of Married As Puck
Cameron chuckles under his breath. “There are a lot of people here. Are you sure you’re not making up things in your head?”
He would say that.
“I’m not kidding, Cameron. I know what I saw,” I say with a serious tone.
His expression changes and he says, “Describe him.”
I do, starting from his haircut to that toast. With every detail, Cameron’s face darkens.
“Stay away from him,” he says in a cold tone.
“Do you know him?”
“Yeah. He’s bad news, trust me.”
“Oh,” I joke. “I thought he was kind of cute.”
Cameron’s face pales when he looks at me then he shakes his head. “You’re my wife.”
I lean in and say, “Are you serious right now?”
“Very.”
After that, he doesn’t leave my side. His hand stays at my back protectively. He introduces me around with a smile that feels different now, more real. He even slips in more compliments. To everyone else, we look like the perfect couple. Collins will be pleased.
By the time Cameron finally agrees for us to leave, my feet ache and my head is spinning. I toy with the thought of carrying the heels I’m wearing but I don’t want to ruin what has been a perfect first night out.
He opens the car door for me, and I get in, muttering a quiet word of gratitude. The car is silent. Too silent. Until I realize Cameron isn’t closing the car door and is staring at me. Not quick glances. He’s staring like he’s trying to memorize my features.
Heat crawls up my neck. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he says, but his eyes don’t move.
“Stop staring at me and get in the car,” I mutter, looking down at my knees.
He doesn’t. If anything, his gaze grows intense.
I turn to tell him off, but my face collides with his. His breath mingles with mine and then he leans down.
His lips lock with mine. I can taste the champagne on his tongue when the kiss deepens. The feeling in my chest bursts wide open as my heart plummets. My hands automatically reach for him, and now I’m outside of the car. I kiss him back as he cups my face with his palms. He presses me against the vehicle as I feel his abs all the way to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
At some point, he’s pressing firm against me and my legs are straddling him. I’m stuck between his body and the car. Then his hands slide under, cupping my breasts.
A moan slips out before I can stop it. I press into him. His tongue tangles with mine. Everything but him blurs away.
“Sir, ma’am,” a familiar voice scares the crap out of me. I turn to see Miranda in her car. “Get a room.” She laughs as she drives away.
“Bitch,” I murmur as Cameron sets me down on my feet.
He holds open the car door for me with a smirk. “Get in, wife. I’m taking you home.”
“About that––” I start but he shuts the door on me and walks around the back of the car.
Cameron gets in the driver’s seat, and I can’t bring myself to look in his direction.
‘What have you done, Brie?’
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