Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I like you the way you are, Cami.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I looked like back then. Big lips, big eyebrows, big ass hair. Thank God I grew into my face and learned how to use a round brush to straighten out my hair.”
“What about your ass? Did it shake as much back then too?”
She smirked, shrugging. “I get my moves from my momma. We are Latina, we dance. But Journey.” She set her hand over her heart. “My homegirl has rhythm in her soul.”
I scoffed out a chuckle. “When Bailey was pregnant with Journey, music used to calm her down. It always brought her back to me.”
“Brought her back?” She frowned. “Where did she go?”
Ignoring her question, I added, “I think that’s where Journey’s love for music stems from.”
She didn’t dig further, and I was grateful for it. For once, I don’t think I could have stopped myself from telling her everything.
Not with the way I was feeling toward her tonight.
“So what did you think of the food?” she asked, reaching for the check when we were done eating.
I intervened, snatching it out of her hand.
“Aiden…”
“It was good, but your cooking is better.”
“Thank you.”
“See? Was that so hard?” I stood, handing over my credit card to our waiter. He reached for it, but I held onto it. Spewing, “Ella es mia, comprende?”
His eyes widened and he nodded.
With that I grabbed her hand, pulling her up from her seat. Her expression mirroring his.
“I thought you didn’t know how to speak Spanish?” she remarked on our way to the car.
“I don’t.”
“Then how did you know how to tell that guy I was yours, understood?”
“The soap operas you watch with Journey.”
“Oh… you mean when you’re creeping on me watching my telenovelas on the nanny cam?”
“Yes, then.”
“You’re shameless.”
I opened the car door for her. “Your chariot awaits, my Tiny Dancer.”
She stepped in, halting at the last second. “So, am I yours, Dr. Pierce?”
“Do you feel like mine?”
“One day…” she baited. “You’ll learn how to simply answer me.”
“How about this? I’ll answer you the day you learn how to say a fuckin’ thank you, instead of giving me lip.”
“Don’t hold your breath, old man.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I chuckled. “Then who would take you dancing?”
“What? We’re going dancing?”
“Get in the car, Cami.”
She did, smiling like a fool.
The rest of the night progressed nicely. I reserved us a table at a Spanish club on Main Street. Also recommended by a patient of mine. Known for its Latin music and floor space.
We laughed.
We drank.
She danced, I watched with a drink in hand.
“Come on, dance with me!”
I grabbed her arm, tugging her to my face. “Not when you’re dancing for me.”
She smiled, beaming.
With a sway of her hips, she snapped her fingers. Slowly rocking her body in a circle, until her ass was in my face. She got down low, and I took a swig of my whiskey to resist the urge to bite her luscious ass.
The crazy part about Camila, she truly had no concept of how much she governed a room.
All eyes were on her. Men and women.
There was this energy that radiated off her. This confidence and sex appeal you didn’t learn. It was something you were born with.
She didn’t have to try, it was just there.
It came so fucking natural to her. Luring you in with a look…
A smile.
A slight movement in her body.
She was captivating. Exuding sexuality. A magnetic pull that forced you in without even realizing it.
In that moment, as much as I tried to ignore the thoughts hovering, I couldn’t.
I watched how she danced, how her tits bounced, her ass shook, and how her hands worked their way up her body. Remembering how I fisted my cock to this exact sight the last time I watched her in this way.
She was addicting.
Controlling my thoughts, my actions, my decisions.
Consuming every last part of me.
Especially how I wanted to end the night.
With my tongue up her ass.
“Come here.” I motioned with my finger.
She deviously smirked, and I pulled her toward me instead. Making her straddle my lap.
“You’re going to get us kicked out.”
“Great, faster I can take you home then.”
“Home? Is that what you think it is for me?”
“What else would it be?”
Her lips were close to my mouth.
Her perfect tits were pressed on my chest.
“I don’t know yet.”
“I know you do.”
She didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to.
Her eyes spoke for themselves.
<>Camila<>
I was dancing for him when I heard, “Dr. Pierce!” A man with long curly hair walked toward our table with a petite brunette holding his hand behind him.
I couldn’t help but notice how strikingly attractive they were, and how familiar he looked.
How do I know him?
“Mr. Montero,” Aiden greeted, shaking his hand before nodding for them to sit down at our private booth.
“Cami, this is Damien Montero and his wife Amira.”