her.
He climbed into bed that night at odds with himself. They couldn’t be together if she couldn’t understand that when he was with a woman at work he wasn’t getting romantic.
Placing a hand under his head he sighed and stared up at the ceiling. To be near Cammie was to be near an angel.
Was he really going to throw all of that away to preserve his porn business?
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***
----
C ammie tiptoed down the hallway toward Zach’s room.
She found him lounged on the bed, looking like a sexual feast in nothing but a well-worn pair of jeans.
He threw her a sexy smirk that had her insides doing backflips.
“Just can’t stay away, hmm?”
She crawled on top of him and kissed his lips…for the last time.
She helped divest him of his jeans. He wore no underwear.
She removed her clothes, and then took his hands in hers, guiding them along the outer swells of her breasts.
This time would be different. This time she’d set the tempo. This time she’d show him what a giving lover she was. All of this because she hoped he’d never forget her.
Using her hips she rocked, depositing her moisture over his hard erection. Slowly she sank down on him, feeling every inch, every pulse, until she’d taken his entire length.
A low moan escaped his throat. “I love you, Cammie,” he whispered.
She let a lone tear roll down her face. It was better to leave while they still had passion and love between them. Before he grew to hate her for what she would make him give up.
His hands on her hips aided her rocking, slow at first and building into a crescendo.
Together they came, their bodies melting together, allowing her to take one last snapshot for her memory bank.
Cammie fell asleep in Zach’s arms.
He took her again during the night.
By eight in the morning, she had gone.
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***
----
Z ach rolled onto his side and reached for Cammie, but all he got in return was a cool, crisp sheet.
He’d made a decision and he couldn’t wait to tell her that in his dreams he’d seen the future and it included her. Not his porn business, but her. The thing of it was…he’d wanted to get out, he just wanted to be the one to make the decision. Stupid man.
He lifted his head to look around the room, freezing when he spotted an envelope on the bedside table with the word ZACH in feminine scrawl.
In his gut he knew it was a Dear John letter.
He removed the letter with shaky hands.
----
Z ach ,
Somehow in this crazy, messed up life of mine I fell in love with you. The kindness you showed me reawakened my soul. I’d hit a point in my life where I thought honest compassion didn’t exist, but I found it in you.
You gave me back my ability to believe in myself. I feel stronger for just having spent this time with you. I was able to clear my head and make some decisions. I think I can make this life work for me.
As much as I love you I won’t let our aspirations come between us. This way we will always be in love, we will always have passion.
Thank you for loving me,
Cammie
----
G one .
She’d left because he’d been too selfish to listen.
His chest felt tight and when he tried to breathe deeply, he couldn’t and became even more anxious.
He jumped from bed, pulled on his jeans, and then grabbed a T-shirt from the drawer.
He’d knock on every door in Lake Pontchartrain if he had to, but he’d find Cammie and bring her back where she belonged…in his arms.
----
***
----
Z ach pulled up to the green house on Lemon Tree Lane and frowned. Unless Cammie had recently purchased a Gray Dodge Ram Pickup truck, there was someone at the house with her.
He walked toward the house.
Men drove Gray pickups.
Men especially drove Dodge Hemi pickups.
His blood ran cold at the thought of her with another man.
At the front stoop he could hear Cammie arguing with a man and though he couldn’t make out the words, he could hear the distress in her voice.
His blood ran cold for an entirely different reason now as he imagined
He climbed into bed that night at odds with himself. They couldn’t be together if she couldn’t understand that when he was with a woman at work he wasn’t getting romantic.
Placing a hand under his head he sighed and stared up at the ceiling. To be near Cammie was to be near an angel.
Was he really going to throw all of that away to preserve his porn business?
----
***
----
C ammie tiptoed down the hallway toward Zach’s room.
She found him lounged on the bed, looking like a sexual feast in nothing but a well-worn pair of jeans.
He threw her a sexy smirk that had her insides doing backflips.
“Just can’t stay away, hmm?”
She crawled on top of him and kissed his lips…for the last time.
She helped divest him of his jeans. He wore no underwear.
She removed her clothes, and then took his hands in hers, guiding them along the outer swells of her breasts.
This time would be different. This time she’d set the tempo. This time she’d show him what a giving lover she was. All of this because she hoped he’d never forget her.
Using her hips she rocked, depositing her moisture over his hard erection. Slowly she sank down on him, feeling every inch, every pulse, until she’d taken his entire length.
A low moan escaped his throat. “I love you, Cammie,” he whispered.
She let a lone tear roll down her face. It was better to leave while they still had passion and love between them. Before he grew to hate her for what she would make him give up.
His hands on her hips aided her rocking, slow at first and building into a crescendo.
Together they came, their bodies melting together, allowing her to take one last snapshot for her memory bank.
Cammie fell asleep in Zach’s arms.
He took her again during the night.
By eight in the morning, she had gone.
----
***
----
Z ach rolled onto his side and reached for Cammie, but all he got in return was a cool, crisp sheet.
He’d made a decision and he couldn’t wait to tell her that in his dreams he’d seen the future and it included her. Not his porn business, but her. The thing of it was…he’d wanted to get out, he just wanted to be the one to make the decision. Stupid man.
He lifted his head to look around the room, freezing when he spotted an envelope on the bedside table with the word ZACH in feminine scrawl.
In his gut he knew it was a Dear John letter.
He removed the letter with shaky hands.
----
Z ach ,
Somehow in this crazy, messed up life of mine I fell in love with you. The kindness you showed me reawakened my soul. I’d hit a point in my life where I thought honest compassion didn’t exist, but I found it in you.
You gave me back my ability to believe in myself. I feel stronger for just having spent this time with you. I was able to clear my head and make some decisions. I think I can make this life work for me.
As much as I love you I won’t let our aspirations come between us. This way we will always be in love, we will always have passion.
Thank you for loving me,
Cammie
----
G one .
She’d left because he’d been too selfish to listen.
His chest felt tight and when he tried to breathe deeply, he couldn’t and became even more anxious.
He jumped from bed, pulled on his jeans, and then grabbed a T-shirt from the drawer.
He’d knock on every door in Lake Pontchartrain if he had to, but he’d find Cammie and bring her back where she belonged…in his arms.
----
***
----
Z ach pulled up to the green house on Lemon Tree Lane and frowned. Unless Cammie had recently purchased a Gray Dodge Ram Pickup truck, there was someone at the house with her.
He walked toward the house.
Men drove Gray pickups.
Men especially drove Dodge Hemi pickups.
His blood ran cold at the thought of her with another man.
At the front stoop he could hear Cammie arguing with a man and though he couldn’t make out the words, he could hear the distress in her voice.
His blood ran cold for an entirely different reason now as he imagined
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