left Daniel standing in the hallway staring after him.
Dillon entered his bedroom as quietly as possible, he saw Camille’s small frame under the covers. Her back was facing him. He walked around the bed. Camille was asleep and her tear stained face had his chest tight with emotion. He didn’t want to wake her so he pulled a chair up next to the bed and he sat down and just stared at her. It was time to admit that he loved her; was it a real shock to him not really. He had realized it a long time ago. That she was the only woman for him. That realization didn’t change the fact that once this was over he would walk away from her. He didn’t know where he would find the strength to do it, because walking away from her was going to be like dying a slow death. Each day he spent with her only made it that much harder to walk away but walk away he would just as soon as she was safe.
There was a special opts assignment that had his name on it, the Commander had called him personally. He told the Commander he had to think about it but now, it was the only way to make a clean break. He heard Camille’s soft whimper. Her body tangled in the sheets. Dillon watched her, his eyes traced a trail from her red painted toes to her firm round breasts. He stood and slowly stripped off his clothes, his cock was hard as a two by four but he would not touch her. No, he would hold her because that was what they both needed. He slid between the sheets and he spooned his body behind hers and wrapped his strong arms around her. Camille whimpered and snuggled her butt into Dillon’s groin. Dillon smiled his little minx had no idea what she did to him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, Camille’s hair smelled of jasmine. He would never get tired of that scent because it always reminded him of her.
Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
Camille woke up early, the events from the previous night came back to her and so did the pain. Her housekeep was dead. She’d only known Mrs. Bishop for five months, but she liked her a lot. Now a woman was dead because of her. A son was without his mother because of her. The weight of that realization was almost too much to take. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath; she turned over to find Dillon sound asleep next to her. Despite the pain she was feeling Dillon made her feel safe and protected she knew that nothing would ever happen to her as long as he was involved. She took comfort in that thought as she just stared at him. His thick dark hair fell over his brow and the stubble on his face gave him a rakish look.
She watched the rise and fall of his muscular chest; she studied the dark hairs following the path as it disappeared into the waist band of his briefs. Wanting nothing more than to touch his entire body. She decided on something else. She got out of bed and grabbed her sketchpad and pencils. She positioned herself at the end of the bed so she wouldn’t wake him. Then she began to sketch. Doing what she loved most gave her comfort. She had drawn Dillon before but not like this, not when he was relaxed. He would never have stood still for her to sketch him willingly.
Once she had several sketches she gathered everything up and she decided she was going to go to her studio, she needed to work to gain some control of her life and painting was the first step. She would not give into the urge to hide not now. She would leave Dillon to sleep because there was no way in hell he would let her go. She would be back in a few hours and he could be mad then. She could do this; she knew how to protect herself. She was more convinced now; that it was Luc who was behind some of what had been happening to her. He didn’t scare her anymore. He was a coward and she wouldn’t let him control her anymore. The thing that gave her pause was the man that Dillon and Daniel had described. Xavier, she didn’t want to run into him anytime soon. She grabbed her clothing and headed for the bathroom
Dillon entered his bedroom as quietly as possible, he saw Camille’s small frame under the covers. Her back was facing him. He walked around the bed. Camille was asleep and her tear stained face had his chest tight with emotion. He didn’t want to wake her so he pulled a chair up next to the bed and he sat down and just stared at her. It was time to admit that he loved her; was it a real shock to him not really. He had realized it a long time ago. That she was the only woman for him. That realization didn’t change the fact that once this was over he would walk away from her. He didn’t know where he would find the strength to do it, because walking away from her was going to be like dying a slow death. Each day he spent with her only made it that much harder to walk away but walk away he would just as soon as she was safe.
There was a special opts assignment that had his name on it, the Commander had called him personally. He told the Commander he had to think about it but now, it was the only way to make a clean break. He heard Camille’s soft whimper. Her body tangled in the sheets. Dillon watched her, his eyes traced a trail from her red painted toes to her firm round breasts. He stood and slowly stripped off his clothes, his cock was hard as a two by four but he would not touch her. No, he would hold her because that was what they both needed. He slid between the sheets and he spooned his body behind hers and wrapped his strong arms around her. Camille whimpered and snuggled her butt into Dillon’s groin. Dillon smiled his little minx had no idea what she did to him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, Camille’s hair smelled of jasmine. He would never get tired of that scent because it always reminded him of her.
Chapter Seven
CHAPTER SEVEN
Camille woke up early, the events from the previous night came back to her and so did the pain. Her housekeep was dead. She’d only known Mrs. Bishop for five months, but she liked her a lot. Now a woman was dead because of her. A son was without his mother because of her. The weight of that realization was almost too much to take. She couldn’t seem to catch her breath; she turned over to find Dillon sound asleep next to her. Despite the pain she was feeling Dillon made her feel safe and protected she knew that nothing would ever happen to her as long as he was involved. She took comfort in that thought as she just stared at him. His thick dark hair fell over his brow and the stubble on his face gave him a rakish look.
She watched the rise and fall of his muscular chest; she studied the dark hairs following the path as it disappeared into the waist band of his briefs. Wanting nothing more than to touch his entire body. She decided on something else. She got out of bed and grabbed her sketchpad and pencils. She positioned herself at the end of the bed so she wouldn’t wake him. Then she began to sketch. Doing what she loved most gave her comfort. She had drawn Dillon before but not like this, not when he was relaxed. He would never have stood still for her to sketch him willingly.
Once she had several sketches she gathered everything up and she decided she was going to go to her studio, she needed to work to gain some control of her life and painting was the first step. She would not give into the urge to hide not now. She would leave Dillon to sleep because there was no way in hell he would let her go. She would be back in a few hours and he could be mad then. She could do this; she knew how to protect herself. She was more convinced now; that it was Luc who was behind some of what had been happening to her. He didn’t scare her anymore. He was a coward and she wouldn’t let him control her anymore. The thing that gave her pause was the man that Dillon and Daniel had described. Xavier, she didn’t want to run into him anytime soon. She grabbed her clothing and headed for the bathroom
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