Page 48 of Married As Puck
The couch blankets twist beneath us as his mouth finds mine again, deep and unrelenting, stealing every thought I try to hold on to.
His hands roam, rough palms tracing fire down my sides before gripping my hips, dragging me against him with a hunger that makes me shiver.
When he finally thrusts into me, the air rips from my lungs in a gasp, pleasure sharp and overwhelming. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into hard muscle, my body arching into every relentless movement. The rhythm builds, faster, harder, until I can’t hold back the sounds spilling from my mouth. It’s like I’m in heaven, but the erotic side and I do not want to come down on earth anymore.
As I wake up the next morning, thoughts of my steamy night with Cameron flood my mind, without giving me room to even check if I’m breathing properly.
As the events replay in my head vividly, I’m blushing furiously. It’s hard to believe that I was that wildcat in the sack last night.
I clutch the bedsheets to my bare chest and sit up with a smile. The sight of the empty bed makes my breath hitch in my throat.
Why couldn’t he wait until I woke up?
I fight the tears that prick my eyelids and take a deep breath. I swipe away at my eyes. Shit. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s not that deep.
But it hurts…
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My eyes burn from staring at the laptop screen for hours. I rub my temples to relieve the headache that’s setting in. A yawn escapes my lips. I stretch my body to loosen the tension in my neck.
I check the clock, and my eyes widen in shock. “Eight? How?” I sit up straighter, alarmed by the discovery. I should’ve gone home two hours ago, but the reports aren’t finished. The gala seating plan still has gaps with almost everyone on the list opting for the front row seats, no thanks to my boss’ ploy to win everyone’s favor.
“Brie,” the object of my thoughts calls, making me flinch. She’s standing in the doorway with a bottle of what I assume is strawberry juice.
“These documents were supposed to be sorted by six. It’s now eight and you’re still dragging your feet. Do you realize how important—”
Her scolding stops mid-sentence. Her whole face changes into a saccharine smile
I blink, confused, and then when I turn, I see why.
Cameron is approaching from the other side. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him in that blue vest that outlines his abs. What’s he doing here?
I don’t miss how Mrs. Randolph brushes invisible dust from her dress and adjusts her necklace.
He finally gets to my office, and I notice a bag of food in his hands.
Mrs. Randolph’s smile grows wider as she walks into the room fully. She even pats my shoulder.
“I’ll come back for those later,” she says, smiling like we’re best friends. “Goodnight, Mrs. Gray.”
Acknowledging me as Mrs. Gray now? Even though I didn’t turn in our marriage certificate? Wow, progress.
I stare after her as she leaves. Later? Later when? It’s already eight. Is ‘later’ going to be by midnight? Maybe tomorrow? I’m not going to stick around to find out.
Cameron steps forward, still holding the bag. “Hey, babe. I brought food.”
I blink again, still trying to process this. This is the first time we’re in the same space since he left me in bed the other day. He’s been avoiding me, that much is obvious and somehow I can’t help but wonder why. I don’t even want to be bothered about it, so I don’t go down a dark hole I won’t be able to come out of.
“Food?” I ask, pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind.
“Dinner,” he clarifies, setting the bag on my desk like it’s normal. “I noticed that you left him early this morning and haven’t been home since so I decided to pop in and check on my lovely wife.”
I just stare at the bag, then at him. Cameron Gray, the grumpiest man alive, just showed up at my office at 8 p.m. with takeout. I’m waiting for someone to jump in and scream, “Surprise! Gotcha!” but after a few minutes, I realize that it’s actually real.
“Who put you up to this?” slips out before I can stop it.
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re welcome?”
