Hot Commodity (36 page)

Yeah, why not?

Well, for starters, when he told the sexpot next to him how much he loved her, there was bound to be hugging afterward. Hugging led to kissing, which would no doubt evolve into licking and touching, and the next thing he’d know, Livy would be all naked and sweaty, straddling his lap and riding him like there was no tomorrow.

But, hey, if the Bronx doc was into voyeurism, Cam could deal.

He turned to his wife. Her eyes held amusement. She’d probably heard his declaration of love at least ten times a day. So, she knew this was only for the doctor’s benefit.

Still. He decided to put his all into it.

"Livy," he said in a low, husky voice, letting his eyes go limpid. "You know I love you, right?"

"Umm…" She bit her lip; her expressive face showed how strongly his words affected her. Hell, yes, he knew how to tug on her strings. He could almost smell her go wet.

"Well, I do," he insisted, putting some feeling into his cause. He drew closer to her because, well, he’d never been able to stay away. Her lips parted. "I love you, Olivia Banks. You’re my entire world. And if that doctor over there tries to tell me I’m crazy for loving you, then I’ll gladly come back to this office every week for the rest of my life. I don’t care. The only thing that makes any sense in my world is you. You’re my entire existence. My foundation."

Olivia sucked in a breath. "Oh," she breathed out the word. And, yes, score! She swayed toward him, her lips already pursing for his kiss. "Well, I-I love you too."

He grinned. "Nice rejoinder."

Her eyes gleamed. "Thanks."

Simultaneously, they reached for each other. Lips seeking, Cameron slanted his mouth over hers; she whimpered and scooted across her seat toward him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she chanted against his mouth.

And, oh yeah, he knew that chant. It always led to the shedding of clothes.

"Oh, Cameron. You’re my world too. My foundation. My life."

Let the bras and panties fly.

She started to crawl over the armrest separating them and into his lap.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Well, uh, okay then. I’ll...I’m just gonna take a five minute break." He lurched to his feet, turning a bright, tomato red.

"Make it fifteen," Cameron rasped against his wife’s mouth.

"Twenty," Olivia revised.

Cameron laughed and slid his hands up her thigh as he heard Dr. Chin charge from the room. And, finally, he had his woman all to himself.

 
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Linda Kage is a contemporary romance writer from Midwestern USA, where she lives with her husband, daughter, and nine cuckoo clocks. The eighth and final child of dairy farmers, she was forced into having a vivid imagination if she ever wanted to do something one of her siblings hadn't already tried.

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