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‘But Mum’s rent … her disability won’t cover it.’

‘Keep paying it. We can use the place as extra storage as well.’

‘I can’t afford to pay two rentals.’

‘You won’t have to. I pay rent on this place anyway. I’ll keep paying it. We’ll just have to chip in on food and utilities together.’

My heart was pounding hard at the offer, my emotions (and my body) screaming ‘Yes!’ at the thought of getting to wake up next to him every morning, but my mind was playing it way more safe. ‘We can’t intrude in your life like that, Cam. You’re not just asking your girlfriend to move in with you. You’re taking on a teenage boy as well.’

My caution caused a smile to form on his perfect mouth. ‘Baby, I already have taken on a teenage boy. I spend just as much time with the kid as I spend with you. He’s a good lad. I love him. I love you both. So will you move in with me?’

Tears started to fill my eyes as my chest compressed with too much feeling. ‘You love him?’

He shook his head at my tears. ‘Christ almighty, I’ve set you off.’

I slapped at him halfheartedly. ‘Don’t ruin the unbelievable romanticism of the moment.’

‘Was that a yes?’

Moving in with Cameron was a huge step for the three of us, but after all our ups and downs we’d come out stronger than ever. I believed we could do this, that I was ready, and that for now it was the best solution to our problem with Mum.

I snuggled deeper into Cam’s chest and closed my eyes as his arms automatically tightened around me. ‘That was a big, fat yes.’ As Cam relaxed beneath me, I realized how tense he’d been about asking, and an overwhelming rush of love for him washed over me. That love quickly turned into l.u.s.ty tingles in all my l.u.s.ty places as I felt the heat of his skin through his T-s.h.i.+rt. ‘G.o.d d.a.m.n these ribs,’ I muttered, my voice now hoa.r.s.e with s.e.xual frustration.

Understanding, Cam groaned. ‘Baby, don’t. I’m struggling as it is without hearing that you’re struggling too.’

‘I know,’ I murmured plaintively, my wicked thoughts pouring into my hand as it slid slowly down Cam’s stomach and over his jeans. He hissed, inhaling sharply as I rubbed my hand hard over his growing erection.

‘Are you trying to torture me?’

I shook my head. ‘If you’re up for nice and slow’ – my fingers fumbled as I undid the b.u.t.ton on his jeans and then slipped the zip down – ‘I can ease some of the pain.’

‘Jo, you don’t have to,’ he argued, but it was a halfhearted protest, and I could feel his chest rising and falling in excited breaths.

‘I want to.’

That was all it took to convince him and he helped me release him from the confines of his jeans and underwear. Days of pent-up s.e.xual frustration now faced me in one throbbing, thick, veiny c.o.c.k, straining towards Cam’s stomach. When I wrapped my cool hand around it, he tried to stifle another groan, his head falling back with the feeling.

My grip tight but slow, I began to stroke him. I couldn’t move any faster for fear of pulling on my ribs, and the torturous momentum had a s.e.xy effect on Cam. Instead of watching my hand, I studied his face. He’d closed his eyes, his eyelashes resting against his cheeks, his cheeks now flushed at the crests. His lips were slightly parted in pleasure.

G.o.d, he was hot.

I squeezed my legs together, feeling my s.e.x throb and grow wet with need.

‘Baby, I’m –’ He sucked in a loud, harsh gasp for breath and I was suddenly glad that the volume on the television in the living room was up high. ‘Going to come –’ His jaw clenched and he made this guttural noise as he came all over my hand and his T-s.h.i.+rt.

After a few seconds of listening to him pant, I bit my lip and mused aloud, indicating his T-s.h.i.+rt, ‘I hope that wasn’t new.’

His body started to shake with rueful laughter. He ran slightly shaking fingers through his hair, his eyes bright on me. ‘I just came like a callow youth.’

‘Magic hands,’ I teased.

Cam shook his head. ‘Jo hands,’ he corrected, then pressed a sweet kiss to my mouth.

After he’d cleaned up my hand and himself and changed into a fresh T-s.h.i.+rt, he got back on the bed, but this time he straddled me.

‘What are you doing?’ I breathed, excited but also still in pain. ‘We can’t do anything.’