Maddie

I should be spending my day off from work taking Izzy to the park or on another special outing, but instead, I'm babysitting her babysitter.

After Cameron was concerned about Nina crossing boundaries, I buckled down to ensure she didn't do or say anything out of line. It's a huge step to trust her with the ability to watch our daughter, and despite checking the cameras countless times while I'm at work, I'd feel better being here in person to inspect Nina while she cares for Izzy.

It's been difficult to find an entire day off when Carley is still in the hospital. She's been there for a week now, and between coloring with her in the afternoons and watching her favorite television shows, I've completely fallen in love with the young girl. I can see why the rest of the staff has grown attached. Maybe that's why I'm keeping my pager on while I'm home today. If anything goes wrong, I want to be there to help.

All afternoon, Nina has been the picture-perfect nanny. She understands Izzy's routine and knows what it takes to calm her down. My daughter has had a smile on her face since she woke up this morning, and even though she's young, I can tell she's already starting to look up to her.

What will happen if Nina officially makes a move on Cameron, and we have to fire her? All of the decisions we make no longer affect just us. We have to make decisions based on our family, and by letting Nina go, I'm stripping Izzy of a caretaker who she has clearly grown an attachment to.

After Nina puts Izzy down for her nap, I send a silent prayer to any god who will listen to keep this nanny on the straight and narrow. For Izzy's sake, we can't afford to lose her.

"She's asleep," Nina says when she reaches the bottom of the stairs. Her long brown hair is neatly braided behind her shoulders, and she's wearing leggings with an oversized t-shirt. She doesn't look like she's trying to capture the attention of my husband, but Nina could wear a paper bag and still carry the essence of a supermodel. "I was just about to do the laundry before I made some lunch. Did you want me to save you some?"

Laundry.

Laundry isn't part of her job description, and if I'm not mistaken, that's exactly what she was doing when she interrupted my husband right after his shower when he was only in a towel. Call me jealous, call me possessive, but I don't need her putting away my husband's briefs and knowing where his underwear drawer is.

"Don't worry about it." Shutting my laptop closed, I rise from the couch and give her a warm smile. "I'll get the laundry. Go ahead and make some lunch for yourself. I don't need any."

"Are you—"

Before she can finish her sentence, the sound of the front door opening interrupts us before Cameron strides into the living room seconds later. He was supposed to be working late tonight reviewing plays from their last game, so I'm happily surprised to see him. With both of our hectic schedules, we haven't had time alone together in days.

His eyes meet mine before they melt into a liquid heat that warms me from the top of my head down to my toes. I'm in a tank top and a pair of pajama shorts, but it's never taken much to turn my husband on. As long as my breasts are showing, he's a goner. I know him well enough.

"Thought you were working late?" My voice is breathless from his stare.

"Got out early," he replies, his feet rooted in the doorway.

In my peripheral, I see Nina shift her weight from one foot to another before she clears her throat and jerks her head to the kitchen. "I'm going to make a turkey sandwich back at the guest—I mean, my house. Do you want one, Cameron?"

It's an effort for him to tear his gaze from me, but he eventually does, barely sparing her a glance when he says, "I'm fine, thank you. Maddie, did you want one?"

My sweet, faithful, and devoted husband. He thinks she didn't include me, so he's making an effort to correct her.

"She already asked," I reply. "I wasn't hungry."

His lips tilt up into a devilish grin. "You sure about that?"

Oh, god.

Our connection forms life between us, pulling me to him like an invisible thread. We haven't had sex in a week due to our jobs, and a week for us feels like an eternity.

"Not for sandwiches." I try to say it confidently, but it comes out as more of a whisper.

The liquid heat in his eyes turns molten. My palms are sweaty from anticipation as Cameron closes the distance between us and lifts me into his arms so that I'm straddling his waist, completely ignoring Nina's cheeks rapidly turning red before she averts her eyes down to her feet.

I shouldn't be finding this attractive. Normally, men who mark their territory do nothing but concern me, but right now, I'm finding it hard to feel anything but desire when he squeezes my ass and presses his lips to mine.

The kiss is filled with unspoken promises—a desperation from how long it's been since we've gotten a moment alone together. His curls are wet from his shower at practice as I rake my fingers through them, tugging on the ends. Intimacy is more than a want with him. It's a need. A pure fire racing through my veins.

Cameron tugs his lips away from mine, turning to Nina before he says, "We'll keep the monitor on for the rest of the day. You're free to go."

She nods and quickly scurries to the back door as Cameron carries me up the stairs and into our bedroom.

Sometimes, it's hard to separate the man he is now from the boy I once knew—the teenager who slept with practically every woman he came into contact with. Now, he's into no one else but me, even when women across the world throw themselves at him every single day. Nina is gorgeous, yet he still chooses me. Just me.

Placing his phone on the nightstand with the monitor app pulled up, I wiggle out of his grasp until I'm back on my feet and tug his t-shirt over his head. His perfectly crafted body stands before me, and I'm like a kid in a candy store as my eyes graze over every inch of his abs.

This man is mine, and although he's lucky to have me too, I want to prove to him just how much it means that despite the temptation around him, he still chooses us. He still chooses to remain loyal even in situations where it can be difficult.

I sink to my knees before him, pushing him to rest his back against the wall. His eyes darken when he dips his chin to meet my stare, cursing under his breath from whatever he sees.

"Mads." His voice is laced with grit. Deep and velvety as he cups my cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb against it.

"I want to." Reaching down to my tank top, I pull my breasts free, allowing the fabric to sit directly beneath them, displaying them on a serving platter for his eyes. My fingers slowly circle my nipple, and the sound that rumbles in his chest has me tightly squeezing my thighs together. "Are you hard for me?"

"Don't tease," he groans, closing his eyes before he rests his head against the wall. "You already know the answer to that."

True. His hard-on is very noticeable through the material in his sweatpants, creating a thick bulge I'm itching to get my mouth on.

Instead, to tease him further I stroke his cock over the fabric, paying extra attention to the tip, where liquid has already seeped through for me. The knowledge that I'm able to do this to him, to make him lose control, brings a surge of satisfaction that propels me to tug his sweatpants and briefs down to his knees, springing him free.

Thick. Veiny. Dripping.

His cock to me is like a bone is to a dog. I'm salivating at the damn mouth as I watch his chest fall and rise at rapid speed.

So many women have fantasies about doing this to him. They would kill to be in this position, but even if they were, none could bring him to the brink of no return like I can. None know the sensitive spot right beneath the tip of his cock, or how he likes to be stroked firmly at the base, but sensitive near his crown.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck," Cameron groans when I lick that sensitive spot, stroking him just how he likes it. "Shit, baby. That feels so fucking good."

I take him deeper down my throat, placing my hands on the back of his thighs to get a better angle, which causes him to shout a curse word in return. He pulls my hair out of my face for me, using a fistful of it to guide my head as his hips gently tilt up to fuck my mouth.

I love it. I love him. I love giving him this pleasure and hearing him shout my name. It makes me become one of those Neanderthal men who want to mark their territory. I want to make him scream as loud as I can. I want Nina to hear this over in the guest house while she makes her sandwich.

He is mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

"Play with your tits," he begs. "Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Just like fucking that. Look how fucking perfect you look with your lips wrapped around my cock."

His hips thrust faster, harder, and I'm suddenly a fucking puddle, my arousal slicking my thighs. I want him to lose himself in me. I want to take him away from all the stress he faces on a daily basis—the weight on his shoulders from the entire world watching him beneath a microscope.

"I'm going to fuck you for the next three hours straight," he says through gritted teeth. "This isn't the last load you're getting today, baby."

I moan in response, giving in to the need to touch myself. My hand slips between my thighs, my fingers rubbing frantically against my clit. Cameron's feral stare dips to my thighs, watching what I'm doing, and his fist tightens in my hair.

Using no hands, I let him fuck my mouth, one of my hands stroking my clit and the other reaching up to play with his balls.

Cameron's jaw drops open from the feeling, and with a soul-rendering cry, my name spilling from his lips like a symphony, his knees buckle as he comes down my throat.

The taste of him coats my tongue and from the sight of him panting heavily, his head thrown back against the wall, my vision starts to blur as my orgasm hits me like a train, completely knocking me off kilter.

I shatter beneath him, growing limp as he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, burying his head between my thighs to feast like a man dying of starvation. My back arches, his forearm pinning me to the mattress as he delves his tongue inside of me to get every drop.

There are so many other things we should be doing right now. For one, with me being gone for work so much, I haven't had the time to decorate the house the way I'd like. I should be unpacking or working on interior design, but when I lift my head to see Cameron rising to his knees, stroking his evident arousal, the to-do list is the last thing on my mind.

Today, we need these precious moments alone, and I don't plan on wasting another second of them.