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pushing me to
an unbelievable intensity. I arch against him, it feels too good,
and Cam doesn’t stop. He pins me down with his strong body,
pounding into me again until my cries of pleasure are mingled with
his fierce animal grunts. I grab his ass now, pulling him into me,
forcing him even deeper. I’m beyond everything I’ve felt before,
and from the wild look in Cam’s eyes, he’s right here with me. He
withdraws almost all the way, and then slams into me in a deep
thrust I feel all the way through my body.
    “Yes!” I cry. “Cam! Oh my God!”
    He thrusts again, rubbing deep inside me,
filling me up with his thick, demanding cock.
    “Come for me!” he orders, with another
savage thrust that fills me completely and sets my blood on fire.
“Come right now!”
    I have no choice but to obey. I come again,
sobbing with pleasure, and then Cam surges into me again, spurting
deep inside of me as his body convulses and we ride out our epic
climaxes together, our eyes locked.
    We lay there, panting for breath. Suddenly,
the intercom sounds. “We’ll shortly be making out descent into New
York City. Please return to your seats and prepare for
landing.”
    I giggle. “You think we should get dressed
first?”
    Cam chuckles. “Only for now. I promise you,
once I get you home, you’re not leaving my bed for days. Weeks.
Months!”
    “That sounds just fine to me.” I smile,
blissful. A hot man, great sex, and total freedom? Sign me up.
    My future starts right now.

TEN: CAM
    It’s late by the time we arrive back in the
city. Isabelle looks sleepy, but I have one last surprise for her
in store.
    “Where are we?” she yawns, looking around as
the car comes to a stop. “Are we home yet?”
    “Not just yet. First, I thought we’d stop
for some dinner,” I tell her.
    “Can’t we order in?” She slides a hand up my
thigh with a tousled, sexy smile. “Clothing optional.”
    Any other time, I would have her tied to the
bed with chocolate smeared over her pert breasts, but I know that
after everything she’s been through, Isabelle needs to know her new
life is starting now.
    I want to show her how loved she is, and I
won’t do it alone.
    “I promise, I’ll make it worth your while
later,” I tell her, already thinking of all the things I’m going to
do. “Starting with a few new toys I picked up…”
    Isabelle’s eyes brighten with excitement. I
love how she responds to me: not just my body, but my words, too.
Seeing desire written all over her face is the biggest turn on in
the world, and I have to pause to adjust my pants before I follow
her out of the car.
    “The Gramercy Tavern,” she claps her hands
together, looking more awake when she realizes where we are. “My
favorite.” Then her face falls. “But Cam… People still think…
Shouldn’t I stay home, just until news that the charges have been
dropped spreads, and people don’t look at me like I’m a
murderer?”
    “You’re not waiting a single moment longer
to live your life,” I tell her. I take her hand, and lead her
inside. “We’re going to show everyone that their gossip and lies
can’t hurt you anymore. I’m here for you,” I add, as every head
turns to watch us walk in. I squeeze her hand. “And your friends
are, too.”
    “My friends?” Isabelle repeats. Then she
sees the table across the room and gasps.
    “Surprise!” Keely exclaims, moving to greet
us. “Well, second time’s a charm,” she grins. She kisses Isabelle
warmly on both cheeks. “Since your birthday got cut short, we
thought we’d celebrate twice over. After all, you have plenty of
good news now that the charges have been dropped!”
    Isabelle turns to me, laughing. “How did you
have time to call them?” she asks, as we move through the crowd to
the table.
    “I found a moment, while you were occupying
yourself on the flight.” I wink, and she blushes.
    At the table, Keely and Vaughn, Justine and
Ash, and Olivia are all gathered. Isabelle looks