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  Camden laughed and then sucked on my lower lip. His hands roamed all over my body, and my mind went completely blank. I couldn't have told you what year it was to save my life.

  "Ash," He whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to hear the noises you make when you come. We're just kissing, and your sexy little moans have me so damn hard."

  I gasped when he grabbed my breasts. "Fuck!" I slid my hands up under his t-shirt, and I swear to God I almost came just from touching his abs. "Take your clothes off. Fucking take them off, now!"

  Camden gave me that sexy, playful little grin that was already driving me crazy. "Ooh, you're a little bossy, huh? I like it." He pulled his shirt off over his head and tugged his jeans down.

  When he stood before me, completely naked, I moaned again. "God!"

  "Ash, you don't have to call me God." He laughed and pulled me against his naked body.

  I laughed a little, too. He was cocky, but he seemed to have a good sense of humor. "So you prefer just Camden, then?" I kissed his chest and slid to my knees, letting my tongue run down his abs. I took his dick in my mouth.

  "Oh fuck, that feels good, Ash." He closed his eyes and buried his hands in my hair. "Wait, stop."

  I quickly pulled away. Was I terrible at blow jobs? I'd only given like two blow jobs in college, and Maddox had never complimented me on my skills. Shit. Shit. Shit. That meant I was terrible at blow jobs. "Sorry!"

  Camden laughed. "What? Why? I was loving that! You just have too many clothes on. I want to see those tits, girl."

  I let out a small sigh of relief and stood to slide out of my skirt. Camden removed my tank top, followed by my bra. He immediately took my nipple in his mouth and mumbled, "That's what I'm talking about, Ash."

  I felt a tingling sensation all the way down to my toes while he gently sucked on my nipple. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck. Then he slid a finger into my panties.

  "You're so wet." Camden's mouth was back on mine. Another finger joined the first.

  "I've been dripping since you first kissed me in the club."

  He grinned as his fingers gently danced over my clit. "You liked that kiss?"

  I bit my lip as he continued to rub my clit and suck on my nipples. "Yeah, I liked the kiss. I like what you're doing now, too. I like it soo-o-oh much. Oh, God! Oh, Camden!" I closed my eyes and let out a sensual moan as the orgasm took me. The waves of pleasure were so intense that I could hardly breathe. Maddox had never made me come like that. I'd never even made myself come like that!

  My eyes snapped open at the sound of Camden's deep laugh. "That good, huh?" he asked. "We didn't even make it to your bedroom." He scooped me up in his arms. "Which way?"

  My breathing was still heavy. "End of the hall."

  He carried me into the bedroom and gently laid me down on my bed. Camden tugged my panties off and tossed them to the side. His eyes scanned my body for a minute, filled with desire. "Damn. You are so beautiful." Then he ducked down, and his tongue was inside me.

  It felt even better than I'd imagined. "Mmm, you are good with that tongue, Camden," I moaned.

  He didn't answer. He just licked me into another orgasm. When I finished, he pressed his body on top of mine. The feel of his skin everywhere made me sigh. Camden smiled down at me and said, "I'm gonna have to do that again, because your orgasm face is like porn-star sexy, and those noises you make are the hottest things I've ever heard."

  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "That was fun, but I want your dick in me now." I raked my fingers down his back and grabbed his tight ass.

  "Damn, girl!" He grinned and sucked on my neck. "Do you have condoms in here?" His breathing was heavy, his dick rock hard against my thigh.

  I didn't have condoms. I didn't need them with Maddox. "Ugh. No."

  "That's cool. I think I have one." He stood and walked out of my bedroom. He was back a second later, holding the jeans he'd discarded in my living room. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, followed by a condom.

  This guy kept condoms in his wallet. He hooked up a lot. Duh. Look at him. What the hell was I doing? I laughed, "You do this a lot?"

  Camden raised his eyebrows at me as he slid the condom over his length. "Define 'a lot.'"

  I shook my head. "Never mind. It doesn't matter. Just come fuck me."

  His smile made my heart race. "Okay, boss." Camden was back on top of me, and damn, his dick felt good sliding into me. "Ash, you feel amazing." He kissed my lips and my neck as he thrust into me over and over again.

  "Oh, Camden!" I moaned.

  When he finished, he rolled off of me, out of breath. He ran his hands through his hair and laughed. "That was amazing. Who was the idiot that dumped you? I'd like to go personally thank him."

  I smiled and shook my head. "I don't wanna talk about him."

  Camden nodded, still breathing heavily. "Fair enough." He glanced over at me and grinned. "Please tell me we're doing this again sometime."

  I shrugged. "Probably not." I wasn't looking for a fuck buddy or any kind of relationship at all. I just needed one night to feel crazy and desirable.

  Camden groaned. "I'm just the guy you took home from a club and fucked that one time. That's fine." He rolled over and kissed my cheek. It was unexpectedly sweet, and it sent butterflies rushing through my stomach. "Goodnight, Ash." He smiled, brushed the hair off my face, and stood to leave.

  "Goodnight, Camden."

  3

  Camden

  I left her apartment with my head spinning. Ash was… holy shit. Words could not even begin to describe how sexy that woman was. Her body felt like it was made for me — the way we fit together and how she responded to my touch.

  I stood out on the curb, waiting for the rideshare I’d just ordered. I could have asked to wait in her apartment, but Ash seemed so cool and over it. I didn’t want to look desperate or clingy in the slightest.

  I wasn’t desperate or clingy. I was a tough, independent kid that grew up in the system. I was used to people coming in and out of my life at the drop of a dime. I was okay with that. I prided myself on savoring those good moments and good people and then moving forward.

  I glanced down at my phone, wondering if I should check on Jonah. My younger foster brother had just turned twenty-one, and his birthday wish was to go pick up a hot girl at a club. He’d asked me to come with him, as his wing-man. I took him to one of those trendy clubs full of bright lights and loud pop music. It wasn’t my scene at all. I preferred smaller, calmer bars, but I figured he’d have a better chance of finding a hot girl at a club like that.

  I didn’t think I’d find one, too. No, Ash wasn’t a girl. She was a sexy, confident woman.

  After Jonah met a nice girl with curly black hair and coffee-colored skin, he gave me “the signal,” and I got lost. Did I see Ash sitting alone at the bar with her soft, pouty lips and gorgeous tits, and think about fucking her? Absolutely. Did I think it was honestly going to happen? No. I wasn’t even planning on talking to her. I was just going to enjoy the view and then head home. Then I saw her checking me out. Then the God-damn stars aligned, and she asked me to kiss her.

  I ran my hand over my face and breathed in the fresh night air. A navy-blue Honda Civic pulled up — my ride. I glanced back up at Ash’s bedroom window. The light was off now. She was probably asleep. I wondered if she was still naked.

  ◆◆◆

  I woke up to an email notification and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was from Lena.

  Good Morning Camden,

  I just wanted to confirm that you’re all set to start your internship on Monday morning. I’ve already talked with Marissa and gotten everything all squared away with USC, so you’ll get college credit. As discussed, this internship does pay a small amount, so be sure to provide us with your bank account info when you come in on Monday.

  We’re looking forward to working with you!

  Warmest Regards,

  Lena Patrick

  “Sweet,”
I said to myself and stumbled out of bed to take a shower. It had taken me a long time to complete, but I was almost done with my Sociology degree from USC. This internship was my last step, and I was pretty damn excited about it.

  The pay was sad, so I’d probably need to pick up some hours making food deliveries on the weekends to make ends meet. That was nothing new, though. I was used to working lots of odd jobs to get through school.

  After my shower, I emailed Lena back and then texted Jonah. Dude, basketball today?

  Yeah. See you there in twenty?

  I was close with a lot of my foster siblings, but Jonah and I had a tight bond. We kept in touch and had each other’s backs growing up even after we didn’t live in the same home anymore.

  I arrived at the park first. A few minutes later, I saw Jonah walking toward the court with a basketball under his arm and a scowl on his face. He wore his favorite basketball jersey, paired with his black shorts and a backward baseball cap.

  “Jonah! How’d it go, bro?” I grinned at my little brother and flipped his hat up.

  He shoved me off with a glare. “Fine.”

  “Fine? Your first one-night-stand was just fine?” I laughed and knocked the basketball out from under his arm.

  Jonah just shrugged as I tossed the basketball through the hoop. Then he said, “I liked her, but she’s all like ghosting me now.”

  “Ouch. Sorry, man. That’s the danger of random hook-ups.” I dribbled the ball and passed it to him. “I ended up in a similar situation, believe it or not.”

  Jonah raised his eyebrows. “You? Dude, you’ve never had lady troubles. You just give ‘em that look, and their panties melt off.” Jonah took his shot, and it bounced off the backboard.

  I laughed. “Not true.”

  Maybe it was a little true. Women had always responded well to me, for better or worse, and I’d had my fair share of hook-ups and flings. Lately, though, I’d been so focused on finishing my degree that I’d hardly even thought about sex. Ash was the first sex I’d had in months.

  Jonah rolled his dark brown eyes and retrieved the basketball. “Whatever,” he mumbled. “So, what’s your ‘situation’?”

  “Did you see that sexy as hell blonde that I sat next to at the bar after you found your girl?”

  Jonah nodded.

  “She used me to make her ex jealous. I ended up going home with her. She kicked me out, after the hottest sex of my life, saying I was never going to see her again.” I laughed out loud.

  “Oh, damn!” Jonah laughed and then knocked the ball out of my hands. “All right, dude, I feel a little better now about Tiana. If the great Camden Winslow is havin’ lady problems, I guess it’s all right for the rest of us.” Jonah made his shot this time and then asked, “You wanna see her again?’

  I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “We had a good time, but I’m all right with letting it be just that.” I was a big fat liar. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Ash. I should come clean, or Jonah would call me on my bullshit. I ran my hands through my hair. “Fine.” I glanced over at him. “Yeah, I want to see her again.”

  Jonah burst out laughing and then proceeded to own me on the court.

  After our game, Jonah’s expression darkened, and he asked, “You hear from Mr. Henderson recently?”

  Jonah and I had lived at the Henderson home together for three years when he was ten and I was thirteen. Gina and Mariella, ages five and seven, lived there with us, too. The Hendersons were a sweet elderly couple, and their home was one of the best I’d lived in.

  I said, “You know, I haven’t talked to them for about a year. I should reach out, see how they’re doing.”

  Jonah shook his head. “Nah. Gina said that Mrs. Henderson…” Jonah lowered his voice, “died.”

  I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. “No. Oh shit.” I needed to sit. I wandered over to a bench on the side of the outdoor basketball court and sank down. I rested my head in my hands.

  Jonah sat next to me. “I know, man. I didn’t even know about the funeral. Gina said it was last week, but like, Mr. Henderson couldn’t really afford it. And his memory ain’t good anymore. That’s why I was askin’ if he told you, cause he ain’t told me.”

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. “I think she was the nicest foster mom I had.” I glanced over at Jonah’s somber face.

  “Me too.” He gave me a sad smile. “Remember her ‘backward’ days, where we’d wear pajamas all day and have breakfast for dinner?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yep. Gina loved those days. And the little plastic pool she’d set up in the backyard every summer? I was too old for it, but she wouldn’t let me back in the house until I got wet and laughed at least once.”

  Jonah let out his deep chuckle. “Even when you was a grumpy-ass teenager.”

  “Shit.” I ran my hands through my hair. “Fuck.”

  “Shit-fuck is right, man.”

  My foster brother and I sat in silence for a moment, thinking about the good-hearted woman that had made a difference in our lives with breakfast food.

  Finally, I spoke. “I feel like we should go get waffles for dinner to celebrate her. You down?” I asked.

  Jonah grinned and nodded.

  “I’m gonna call Mr. Henderson, too, even if he doesn’t remember me.” I’d lost a lot of people in my life. My dad took off when I was two. My mom died from a drug overdose when I was four. I’d lived in eight different foster homes from the ages of four to eighteen, and lost people all along the way. I was no stranger to loss, but losing the good ones, like Mrs. Henderson, always cut deep.

  4

  Camden

  “Oh, fuck.”

  Those were the last words I expected my new internship supervisor to use when I walked into her office. She covered her face with both hands, and I stared at her with raised eyebrows.

  Hold up. Those hands looked familiar — And those sexy legs, and that gorgeous blonde hair, and I knew the shape of those breasts, intimately. My jaw dropped. “Ash?”

  She removed her hands from her face and offered me a weak smile. “Hey, Camden.” Damn, she was beautiful. I hadn’t forgotten how hot she was, but I was still caught off guard by the blueness of her eyes.

  I flashed her a grin and crossed the room. I sat in the chair opposite her desk and said, “This might be the best semester of my life.”

  Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. “Look, last weekend was fun. It was really fun, but if you think—” Ash shook her head again and bit her lip. “It was one night. It’s not happening again. Especially not while I’m your internship supervisor! If I’d have known that you were the intern Lena hired, I would have never— Shit.”

  “I think you being my boss makes me even hotter for you.” I grinned at her again and leaned back in my chair. “We don’t have to fuck in here. We can go back to your place again.”

  Oops. Now she looked pissed. “That is extremely inappropriate. Let me be crystal clear,” she glanced down at a sheet of paper on her desk to read my last name, “Mr. Winslow. You’re going to forget about whatever happened between us, you’re going to be professional, and you’re going to work your ass off, or you’re going to leave.” She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

  I nodded and said, “Done,” while also picturing her naked on the desk between us. I didn’t even have to use my imagination. I already knew about the butterfly tattoo on her hip. I knew what her tight little nipples felt like in my mouth and how her sweet ass felt in my hands. Shit. I was getting hard. This four-month internship was going to be rough unless I could get Ash to change her mind and sleep with me again.

  She let out a deep breath and rubbed her temples. “Okay. Good.” Then she narrowed her beautiful eyes at me and asked, “How old are you anyway?”

  “I’m twenty-four.”

  Ash bit her lip and muttered. “Fuck me.”

  I wanted to say, “Gladly,” but I held my tongue. I did need this internship to graduate, and A
sh didn’t seem to be joking about firing me. Instead, I asked, “How old are you?”

  Ash rubbed her temples. “Older.”

  I grinned. “How much older?”

  She shot me an angry look. “Enough to be your boss.” Then she sighed and said, “I’m twenty-nine.”

  That was nothing — only a five-year difference.

  Lena rushed into Ash’s office, saying, “Oh, good! You met the new intern I hired while you were gone!”

  Ash’s smile was tight. “Yup. Thanks for taking care of that, Lena.”

  Lena smiled at me and turned back to Ash. "He had the strongest interview by far! And I thought you’d love all of his volunteer hours in the Guardian Angel program.”

  Ash blinked her gorgeous blue eyes and glanced down at her desk. “Yeah. Outstanding. We’re happy to have you here, Mr. Winslow.”

  “Please,” I said, grinning, “Call me, Camden.” Two nights ago, she’d been gasping that name with my dick deep inside her. I wanted to hear her say it again.

  “Okay. Camden.” Her smile was tight and a little angry.

  Lena smiled again and rapped her knuckles on the desk. “Well, I better get to work on those benefit dinner invitations.” She headed for the door and said, over her shoulder, “Oh, and Elliot will be late today. Did he tell you?”

  Ash nodded. “Thanks, Lena.” Ash walked across the room and closed the door behind Lena. She turned to me. “You did Guardian Angel?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, five hours a week since I turned nineteen.” Guardian Angel was a program that paired foster kids to mentors. I’d been a mentor to three different kids over the last five years. I couldn’t help smiling as I asked, “Did you even read my application?”

  Ash sat back at her desk and flashed me another angry look. “No. But I’ve had a lot on my plate. I trusted Lena to take care of this.” She blew a lock of hair out of her eyes and said, “I’m sorry if I was rude before. It’s just that this non-profit is my life. I’ve put everything into it, and I badly need the intern to take this job seriously. If you’re just doing this for college credit, or because someone forced you to be here, I can’t have that.”