Chapter 71

As Gina’s body began to relax from its quaking, Cam allowed herself to fall onto the bed and turned her face toward the wall. That hadn’t been sex, that had been anger. And violence. Damn Michael! Damn this place! Cam closed her eyes as she felt the small body behind her move slowly to wrap itself against her. She reached back to hold the hip that pressed against hers.

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When the morning alarm rang, Cam was in a deep sleep. She rubbed her face and was surprised by the smell and feel of sex on her hand. She looked around, but she was in her own bed. She remembered walking back here, stopping to thank Tuck, remembered the bell ringing, but beyond that…well she hadn’t slept this soundly in weeks.

She grimaced at the memories of what she had done last night. Where had she learned that? From Michael? No, one thing about Michael; she always formed a contract with her before she attempted any rough sex. There had always been a way out, always a safe word.