20
BROOKLYN
“Are you domesticated yet?” I asked.
Camden wiped the sweat off his brow and laughed. “I’m getting there. I didn’t realize I was going to have to earn my keep.”
For six days, I kept him busy. We painted my spare bedroom, I taught him how to cook, and with any extra time he made sure to keep me busy. But that time wasn’t now. Mason was going to be here any minute and we had an eventful night ahead of us.
“I figured since I had a young stud like you who can lift heavy boxes, I’d better use more than your d**k to my advantage.”
Grabbing my hand, he jerked me to him and pushed me down on the couch. He covered me, his body all hot and slick with sweat. His muscles bulged under my touch and tightened. “Well then, the way I see it, you owe me,” he growled, pressing into me.
His
