Chapter 23

“Nice work,” Stone murmured, half-drunk because of the moment, insane for Cameron, and longing to do what they had just accomplished all over again.

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Following their tirade of sex, panting side by side on Stone’s queen-sized bed, Stone said, “You’re bad, Cameron Phillips.”

“Trust me, you’re not an angel.”

“You got exactly what you wanted this evening. And fortunately, I was the man to give it to you,” Stone whispered, smiling in the dark next to the man who had just rocked his world.

Cameron fingered one of Stone’s nipples, brushing its peak with slow strokes. “Something tells me you wanted it just as badly as I did.”

“You can’t prove that.”

Cameron kissed Stone on the forehead and then his lips. “I think I already did. Are my moves that forgettable?”

Stone laughed, still feeling the man inside him. “On the contrary, Cameron. You railed me just the way I wanted you to. Thanks for stepping up to the plate.”

“Anything for you.”