Justice Falling (Falling #3)(40)

“What are you doing here?”

I looked down at my time piece. “It’s later. Time we talked, don’t you think? Nine o’clock has always seemed to work for you by phone.”

“Yeah, by phone!” She looked over her shoulder then back at me. “Um, now’s not a good time.”

A growl reached my throat, but I pressed it down. “Now’s perfect.” I pushed on her abdomen, forcing her to take a step back and inserted myself into her home. She closed the door with a long sigh.

Camille’s shoulders stiffened, and she stood straighter. She was so cute when she thought she had control of the situation. “Really, you need to go. My roommate is getting ready for work, and, uh, you shouldn’t be here.”

“Of course I should be here. My girlfriend lives here. It’s high time I see her place and meet her roommate.”

Her mouth dropped open then she set her hands on her hips. “Your girlfriend?” she asked, eyes wide as the tires on my luxury sedan. Her voice shook life a leaf in a windstorm.

I tugged her into my arms. Her fingers dug into the lapels of my suit jacket as she buried her head into my chest. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of having her exactly where she should be, in my arms.

“Precious, we need to talk. I wasn’t going to wait around for my girl to find reasons to run away.”

“You don’t understand,” she mumbled into my chest. I gripped her chin and held it with my thumb forcing her to look at me.

“What don’t I understand?”

“I’m not who you think I am?” Her eyes misted.

“You’re exactly who I think you are. You’re the woman I want in my life and in my bed. There really isn’t anything more to chin wag about.”

“Nate--”

I cut her off by eating her words with my lips, teeth, and tongue. Her hands came around my neck, her luscious body slammed against my hard one as I deepened the kiss. That little mewl sound that made me insane with lust formed low in her throat and spilled into my mouth. My prick was at half-mast at the sight of her in her bed clothes. But now, with her sexy half-naked body pressed against mine, there was one place it needed to be. Deep inside Camille. I palmed her arse and tugged one leg over my hip to grind the rock hard erection into her sex. She moaned.

“Eewww gross. Mommy, why is that man sticking his tongue in your mouth!” A tiny high-pitched Mickey Mouse voice startled us both. Camille jumped out of my arms and threw her hands to her swollen lips. Her face was off color, and she had that frightened look in her eyes again. The one I detested with every breath I took.

The little boy’s words hit the synapsis of my lust-riddled brain and fired at all ends. Sparks, lightening, and that buzzing sound you get when something blows your mind tore through my mind. Reason took over. I leaned to the side, grasped the sofa’s arm and planted my arse on it, feeling shaky and unbalanced. “Mommy?” I asked in disbelief, fear, and a shock so deep I couldn’t feel the floor.

Camille nodded, turned around and addressed the little boy. “Tanner, baby, why are you awake?”

“I heard knocking. If I saw Leah, you’d be having to work, and I’d be sad, Mommy.” The brown haired little boy with giant blue eyes shook his head. His lip quivered.

“Honey, Mommy’s not leaving tonight. I don’t have to work until later in the week.”

“Who’s the man.” He pointed a little finger at me. The other hand clutched a giant fluorescent green stuffed lizard almost his size.

“That’s Nate.” Camille took a deep breath and placed both hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Nate, this is my son, Tanner.”

“Oh Nate!” The little boy ran over and threw himself at my knees in a hug. “Auntie Jin says you’re hot and nice and rich. You don’t feel hot.” He palmed my legs. “You smell nice. Kinda like oranges. I love oranges!” He turned on a socked foot--the other one was bare--and looked at Camille. “What’s rich mean? Is that like when pirates steal gold, Mommy?”

“No, baby. No,” Camille addressed his nonstop questions.

Fast as lightening he turned to me once more. “Do you have lots of gold coins? Can I have one? I’d keep it berry safe and keep it in my treasure box!” he squealed.

I didn’t know where to start. This child, Camille’s child, was beautiful and bouncing with joy and happiness. His blue eyes bore into mine waiting for a response.

“Well? You have gold?” he stuck out his little hand innocently.

“Tanner!” Camille scolded. I held up a hand to stop her from coming over, fascinated by this full of life young boy.

“Tell you what. The next time I see you, I will have a real gold coin for you.” His little eyes lit up like a firecracker.

“You promise!” He screamed.

I put a hand up to my ear to stave off his piercing squeal. “Yes, sport, I promise. Now tell me, how old are you?”

“Five!”

“You are not five, Tanner, don’t lie,” Camille warned.

The little boy rolled his eyes. “Okay, so I’m kinda four, but I’m gonna be five! We just cele-a-bated my birfday!” His words were jumbled but I could tell he was smart. Really bright for a four year old.

“That was your half-birthday we celebrated, Tan Man. Remember… ice-cream on half-birthday’s, cake on real birthdays.”