by Vivian Wood
On the TV screen, the image shifted to Smith, talking at a press conference. Her heart squeezed painfully at the sight of him. His expression was pinched, his body language tight, like he was about to draw inward like a crustacean.
She’d done that. Maybe not the massive fraud, that was his father’s doing. But the media swarms, that was something she felt responsible for. She had to turn the station to something else so she wouldn’t cry.
She had made mistake after mistake with Smith. She’d been stupid, thinking that his forgiveness was something she could win from him.
Now, lying on her couch all alone, she knew that she had been beyond stupid. So, so stupid. She’d only really thought about herself, and expected him to be okay with that for some unfathomable reason.
If she could go back, she would’ve told Smith about her suspicions from the beginning. If she’d looped him in to what was going on, maybe he wouldn’t feel so betrayed.
There was a knock at the door. Cam made herself get up.
“Finally,” she complained to no one in particular.
She’d ordered Thai food forty-five minutes ago, knowing that she needed to eat. She padded over to the door, anticipating the scent of curry and rice. She opened the door.
To her complete shock, Smith stood on her doorstep, her Thai food bag in one hand. He was handsome as ever, dressed in his usual all-black outfit, his hair falling in his face. He pinned her with those dark blue eyes of his.
For a second, she thought she must be imagining him.
She stood there and gaped for a few more seconds, then gave herself a shake. He was real, and he was here. She realized that her expression must have been funny, because Smith smiled.
“I came up on the delivery guy,” he said, raising the food. “Thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”
“I— I tried to call you,” she said, taken aback.
“I know,” he acknowledged, ducking his head. “I was angry. I couldn’t get a grasp on what was happening, on what… on what my father did, so I directed all my anger at you.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her throat felt swollen suddenly, as if too many things needed to escape at once. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes.
“I betrayed you,” she blurted out, then put her hands over her mouth. She started to cry, the tears breaking free to roll down her face.
“Let’s… can we go inside?” he said, looking over his shoulder. He didn’t say so, but Cam thought he was looking for the reporters that were likely following him everywhere.
“Of course,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. She wiped at her face, feeling ridiculous.
He moved inside and put down her takeout, and she closed the door. She felt silly standing there in her Big Bird pajamas, especially when she looked up at Smith. He looked back down at her, his eyes so serious.
“I’m so sorry, Smith. The whole situation just snowballed on me. I didn’t mean to be deceitful—” She broke off with a gulp. “I tried to be honest with you. I even tried to tell you it was your dad that was stealing…”
“I know,” he said simply. “I needed some time to digest it all. But I’m done with that. That’s why I’m here.”
He reached out and brushed a tear away from her cheek.
“I really am sorry, Smith,” she said, trying not to dissolve into tears. “It will never happen again. You’ll always be my first priority. Always.”
He looked at her with longing, his eyes dark.
“I forgive you,” he said softly. “I just… I…”
She’d never wanted to bury herself in anyone’s arms so badly, but she didn’t know how he would react. She made sort of a strangled noise, looking at him pleadingly.
He opened his arms, inviting an embrace. She barreled into his chest, knocking him back a step when she wrapped her arms around his chest. She hugged him hard, disbelieving. She couldn’t believe this was really happening.
When she pulled back to say so though, his mouth came down on hers like a burning brand. She moaned, running a hand up into his hair. He pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together. Just the pressure of his hips against hers had Cam wrapping her leg around him, grinding.
Her body missed his. She pulled at his jacket, wanting more of his skin showing. He shed the jacket, kissing her as he walked her back to the couch. He unlaced and kicked off his boots as she took off her pajama top.
She was bare underneath. She shivered as he fisted her auburn hair in one hand, pulling her head back as he kissed her collarbone. She gasped out loud when he found her nipple with his teeth, grazing it ever so lightly.
“This is mine,” he growled, kissing her other breast lightly. “And this…”
He kissed her bellybutton, her hips, the very top of her pubic mound. She cried out at that, her hips jerking, her pussy soaking wet.
“Smith, yes,” she said, hooking her thumbs in her waistline and pulling them down. She was bare beneath there, too.
He moved back up her body, kissing her savagely. She shivered when he pushed her thighs apart.
“Take this off,” she insisted, tugging at his shirt.
He complied, showing her a wealth of tattooed, muscular flesh. She ran her hands over the broad expanse of his back, raking her nails across it.
They kissed again. He touched her inner thigh, caressing his way inward. His fingers brushed her pussy as his tongue stroked hers in long, hard sweeps.
He found her core and slid two fingers deep inside. They both moaned as he finger fucked her hard and slow, taking his time in possessing her.
“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight,” he gasped as she started to clamp down on his fingers.
“Yes! Yes!” she encouraged him. She kissed and sucked on his neck, knowing full well that she was going to leave marks.
He worked his fingers in and out, flexing them in a beckoning gesture. Normally fingering didn’t do it for her, but she thought she might cum just from the filthy look on his face, the way he bit his lip and watched her tits bounce.
He shifted in place. She felt his jeans scrape against her inner thighs. She loved everything Smith was doing to her, but she wanted more.
“Take your pants off,” she said, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt. “I want you inside me.”
He withdrew his fingers and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He sat her down, unbuttoning his belt, then he hesitated.
“Cameron—”
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” she asked, rolling onto her stomach and getting onto all fours.
He sat down on the bed, still partially dressed, and caressed her naked ass. “I want to ask you something, first.”
She collapsed, rolling over to look at him. “Anything.”
He lifted the ring box from where he’d tucked it away beside his leg. She looked at it and began to tremble.
“Cameron,” he said, sliding off the bed and onto one knee. “I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately. I’ve been thinking that I don’t want to be alone, that I want to spend my life with someone. And when I think of sharing my life with someone, I can’t think of anyone but you.”
She put her fingers to her lips, unable to speak. He opened the ring box, showing the dazzling diamond ring within. It was a large emerald cut stone, with gorgeous saphhires flanking it on both sides.
“I know we’ve both made mistakes. But I want to spend my life with you. I want us to figure things out together.” He paused and took a huge breath. “Cameron, I love you. Will you marry me?”
She burst into tears, nodding vigorously.
“Yes?” he said, smiling. He cupped her cheek, which made her cry even harder and cover his hands with hers.
“Yes! Yes.” She was crying and laughing at the same time, nodding.
He plucked the ring from its box. Taking her left hand, he carefully slid the ring onto her fourth finger. He looked up at her and she beamed at him, her tears receding.
; Smith stood up and sat beside Cam on the bed. She hugged him again, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“You really love me?” she whispered.
“I really, honestly do,” he replied, brushing some of her hair out of her face with his fingertips.
She was quiet for a long time.
“What will you do about Calloway Corp?” she asked, her voice quiet.
He looked at her, then shrugged and smiled.
“You know, we’ll figure that out together tomorrow. We have all the time in the world,” he said.
She smiled and nodded, putting her hand on his chest. “Tomorrow, we do all the serious stuff. Tonight… we play.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, a glint of something carnal in his eyes.
She pushed him down and straddled him, sweeping back her long hair before kissing him.
“Oh yeah,” she affirmed.
Because he was right — they did have all the time in the world to figure things out. Throwing her head back, Cameron grinned.
She’d start the clock on their forever tomorrow.
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