My heart leaps into my throat, and all signs of climax dissipate like smoke.
Footsteps sound on the floor, drawing closer. I jackknife up in bed and mentally flip through all likely scenarios.
Could it be Ezra?
Did he change his plans?
If it’s him, though, he’s being kind of loud for after midnight.
Oh my god!
Someone is breaking in! That has to be it. All sense of logic and reasoning flies out the window, and I’m one hundred percent sure there’s a criminal in the apartment. With my vibrator gripped tightly in one hand, I fumble around for the remote on the nightstand with the other. If I flip on the light, maybe make noise and signal to the intruder that someone is home, they’ll get spooked and take off, right?
Shadows move in the sliver of light between the door and floor, and the sound of feet on the hardwood grows louder. Just as I locate the proper button on the remote, the door flies open. Afraid for my life, I throw the items clutched in both hands at the intruder.
“What the fuck?”
This is it. This is how I die.I couldn’t have gotten one more orgasm before my demise?!
“What in the?—”
A smacking sound echoes through the room, and a moment later, the overhead lights blaze, illuminating the figure in the doorframe.
“Cameron?”
“Joey?” he shouts, his face pinched in surprise.
On the verge of hyperventilating, I clutch at my chest and will the drumline pounding against my ribcage to ease up. “What the hell?” I pant. “I thought you were an intruder.”
He throws his head back and guffaws.
“It’s not funny!” My damn heart is still lodged in my throat, and my hands are trembling. “I thought I was going to die!”
“And you thoughtthis,” Cameron crouches and swipes my weapon from the floor, “would save you?”
Wearing a shit-eating grin, he dangles my vibrator next to his face. He couldn’t have picked up the remote instead?
Suddenly, my heart is racing for another reason.
Cameron, in those damn gray sweatpants I love to hate, a black tee that hugs his biceps, and a backward cap, is holding my most intimate toy, fresh off the press.
When did I slip into literal hell?
Mortified, I sink into the mattress and pull the covers over my head, praying to the Egyptian cotton gods to swallow me whole. Forget that last orgasm—take me now.
Pulling back the covers and looking like a damn midnight snack, Cameron looms over me. “You thought this would protect you?”
Sitting up, my back smashed against the pillows, I cock a brow and inspect the way his large fingers are clutching my vibrator. “I mean, it is pretty big.”
With a lopsided smirk, he says, “It’s not as bigas?—”
“Don’t finish that sentence!” I shout, covering my face with my hands.
He tugs at one of my hands until I’m forced to look at him. “Why not?”
“I don’t need your head any bigger than it is.”
A devilish glint flashes in his eyes. “Whichheadare we talking about?”
