Never Letting You Go (Being Yours Novella Series Book 1) by Dawn Martens Page A

call Mr. Veldhuizen. “’Lo,” he answers, sounding as if I woke him.
    “Sir, it’s Cameron. I just got a phone call from your daughter, and I’m telling you now to discourage her from calling me again. I’m trying to spend time with my wife and our unborn child, and I refuse to talk to Becky when she is clearly not thinking properly.” I tell him how she was talking out of her head, unable to hear reason.
    He sputters for a few seconds before gaining his composure. “How dare you call me to discuss my daughter like this, and what did you just say? You and your wife are expecting?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Well, this will make the divorce proceedings much harder,” he grumbles. “You should have kept it in your pants, Cameron.”
    “There will be no divorce. I don’t know why you think, or why Becky thinks, that there will ever be anything between us, but I’m not going over this again. I love my wife, and I’m not leaving her.” I click the off button and turn my phone off for good. They are both crazy.
    Minutes later, I sneak up the stairs and down the hall to Ava’s room and quietly open her door. I see her TV on, but she is fast asleep. I shrug off my shirt and my jeans, pull back the covers, and slide in next to her. I don’t want to spend another night away from her, ever. Sleeping next to her feels right. It feels like home.
     

 
     
    Chapter 22
    4 years of marriage
    Cameron
    Zach and Ava have been dating for a year, and I’m so fucking over it. I know they’re supposed to be going out later tonight, but it’s not going to happen. I’m done—done waiting, done pretending, all of it. She’s mine, and tonight, I’m not giving her a choice.
    “Hello?” Zach answers.
    “Zach, Cameron.”
    He sighs. “What?”
    “Cancel your date with Ava,” I demand.
    He scoffs. “Why would I?”
    “Because if you don’t, I’ll have the board vote your father out of the company, and we both know how much he loves his work,” I threaten, making my point clear.
    “Fuckin’ bastard. Fine,” he concedes, hanging up, and I smile.
    I never would have done that, mostly because his sister, Alana, and Ava are good friends now, and Ava would be upset if I hurt her friend. But I needed to say that to Zach to get him gone. I want Ava, and I’m sick and fucking tired of not having her.
    I get home, and she’s typing away at her computer. I go to her, telling her to get dressed because we’re going out. I have plans to take her out for a date, but then I get to reading what she’s currently typing. All thoughts of going on a date fly out the window because I’m not waiting another second to have her.
    “Tell me you want me, Ava,” I growl against her lips.
    She whimpers as I trail my hands down her sides. “I want you,” she stammers out.
    “Finally.” I capture her mouth with mine.
    Her tongue melds against mine, and it’s like tasting a glimpse of heaven.
    “You been saving yourself for me, my sweet wife?”
    “Yes,” she answers, making me the happiest man alive.
    “I want you so damn bad, but I don’t want to rush. Gonna take my time with you. It will hurt, but I promise I will make it good for you.”
    I spin her chair around fully and pull her up from it as she looks at me, on the brim of tears.
    “What’s wrong,” I ask, cupping her cheeks in my hands.
    “Nothing. I’m just happy, Cameron.”
    I capture her mouth again, taking my time and really tasting her mouth. Her breath tastes of strawberries and peaches from the wine she was drinking. I don’t know why I waited so long for this. I shove the straps of her camisole from her shoulders, exposing the top of her breasts.
    My lips travel down Ava’s neck, tasting and pleasuring her. She moans as I roughly grab her breasts, filling my hands. She leans back into me, feeling my firmness against her backside. A shocked gasp leaves her throat.
    “See what you do to me, Ava? You drive me wild.”
    “About time,” she