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“I will, over time. There’s a lot to tell. If I gave away
all my secrets in one night, you’d be bored.”

“Never happen,” she stated hotly.

“Fantastic, now since Ransom Hunter and Dare are several
states away, how about we concentrate on us?” he suggested, catching her face
in his hand and bringing her chin up. “Kiss me.”

“Yes, boss,” she agreed a split second before Remy’s mouth
crashed down on hers, his kiss as intense as it was loving and sexy. An erotic
tongue tango ensued, compelling her to grab hold of his hair and hang on.

The snap and crackle of the campfire ultimately drew them
apart. The fire was small but still hot so neither would retreat to the camper
until it was safe to do so.

Still on Remy’s lap, she enjoyed the way he let go of her
long enough to grab a bottle of ale, offering her a drink. Taking a generous
sip, she hummed appreciatively. This was nice, being with him in such a simple
way was important.

They’d taken such a huge leap from where they were when
they’d left Massachusetts, it was almost surreal. But looking back over the
road trip so far, there’d been evidence of the change in their relationship.

“Would you like dessert?” Remy offered.

“Yes, please.”

Helping her get off his lap and into her seat, he stood and
made his way to the back of the camper. He returned with s’mores fixings and a
trash bag.

“After the fire goes down, we should dispose of the trash in
the receptacles over by the bathhouse,” Remy said when he returned. “We don’t
want to wake up in the morning to coyote or bears looking for an easy meal.”

“Good thinking,” she agreed.

Depositing the hotdog sticks with the uneaten portions into
the trash bag, Eve waited until Remy set out crackers, chocolate and bag of
marshmallows on the rock and joined her. More sticks were nearby. He selected
one with a forked end, handing it to her.

“Would you care to sit in my lap again?” Easing back, he
opened himself up, allowing her to climb onto his lap. Feeling as if she’d come
home after a long, cold winter, she sighed and settled so that her back rested
against his chest.

Remy proceeded to assemble the stick with marshmallows,
handing it to her.

“You’re going to have to hold this over the fire,” he said,
resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Do you prefer your marshmallows blackened or lightly
browned?”

“Whatever you do will be fine.”

“Amiable guy, aren’t you?” she quizzed.

“Wouldn’t say that,” he replied. “Wouldn’t say I’m all that
good for you either, but I sure intend to be good to you in bed.”

“If I didn’t think you were a good man, I wouldn’t have
waited for you this long. For some reason, people learn who my father is and
assume I’m a snob or treat me with kid gloves. What’s it going to take to
convince you that I’m a woman with desires I’m hoping you can fulfill?”

“While your dad can be intimidating, I’m grateful for his
decision to invest in my show because he believes in you, not in ghosts.
Personally, I think you’re an amazing, intelligent woman with a heart of gold
and rarely ever bitchy.”

Eve squinted as she toasted two marshmallows on the forked
stick. “Ah, Remy, did you say bitchy?”

Remy made a smirking sound then shifted his head to begin
nibbling up and down the curve of her neck. Shimmers of delight followed the
path of his mouth, increasing her arousal to the point that her panties were
soaked and dampening her pajama pants.

“My mistake, you’re a sweetheart,” he corrected, with not an
ounce of humility.

“Whew, but I’m sure there have been times in the past year
when I snapped at you. I should warn you now, PMS hits me hard and I’m grouchy
early in the morning.”

“You’re not a morning person either, awesome, neither am I.
Tomorrow we’ll sleep in, eat breakfast whenever we want and do laundry if
you’re up to it.”

“Here I am on a road trip with one of the sexiest men alive
and you’re plotting when to do laundry. Never knew Remington Sinclair had a
domestic streak.”

“My dominant streak is about to bite, sugar,” he warned,
shifting her on his lap in such a way that she couldn’t miss the hardness of
his cock. “Marshmallows are burning.”

“Dammit!” she exclaimed, distracted by a serious case of
lust as the marshmallows went up in flames.

Hauling the stick back, she blew on the marshmallows
frantically, to no avail. Remy caught hold of part of the stick and assisted in
dousing the mini-fire.

“I like toasted marshmallows,” she said after the smoke
cleared. “Charcoal briquettes are disgusting.”

Remy laughed. “Oops, sorry, let’s try this again.”

Working as a team, they managed to scrape the burnt mess off
the stick and toasted two new marshmallows. When they were golden-brown Eve and
Remy assembled s’mores and ate them slowly.

The treat Eve had been given earlier had been delicious.
This one was even better because she was on Remy’s lap and she enjoyed the
humming sounds coming from his throat as he ate his.

“Were you a Girl Scout?” Remy asked.

“I was and still talk to my former troop on Facebook or
Twitter. Confession, I detested selling cookies as I was very shy and going
door to door was hard for me. My mom was wonderful about it. She’d go every
step of the way, never pushing, always encouraging.”

“Is that when you learned to like camping?”

“Yes, plus, my mom and dad went camping. We’d gone to the
Grand Canyon, Acadia National Park in Maine and Yellowstone before my mom
became too ill to travel.”

“Those must have been good memories for you.”

“They were wonderful. My dad was fun when I was little, adventurous.
Then my mom died and it made him guarded and focused on only business. At
times, I felt as if our only conversations ended in ‘no, you can’t see that boy
or hang with that crowd’. It was hard. I was a teenager who wanted to do things
other girls did, date, go to the mall and wear makeup.”

“Would you be upset if he ever met another woman?”

Eve took a minute to polish off the last of her graham
cracker, marshmallow and chocolate decadence.

“No, I would want him to find someone special. I think my
mom would too. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t be so controlling of my dating
life.”

“If he wasn’t protective of you, I’d be concerned. He’s a
dad, it’s their MO, don’t you think?”

“If he had his way, I’d be married off to one of his top
executives with a suitable number of kids calling him Grandpa. At least his
brothers and sisters have given him nieces and nephews to dote on during
holiday gatherings.”

“It’s a damn good thing you’re not married, Eve. I may not
be a saint, but after a bad experience I don’t make it a habit of sleeping with
another man’s wife anymore.”

“Wait, you’ve been with a married woman?”

“Honestly, I had an affair with her and her husband. When I
first met them, they seemed to have everything, beautiful marriage, children, a
well-connected family, financial success and a vacation house in the
Berkshires.”

“The vacation house wasn’t for vacations, I take it?”

“They hosted swinger parties there. I’d rented out the cabin
next door one summer to study and work on my thesis and was invited over. You
can imagine the rest.”

“How long did your relationship with them last, if you don’t
mind my asking?”

“Better part of a year,” he answered. He might not realize
it, but he began shaking ever so slightly and Eve scrambled to hold him closer.
“I fell in love with them, Eve.”

“Remy, you don’t have to confess anything you’re not
comfortable with.”

“I’d like you to know.”

“Please continue then.” Wanting to see him better, she
shifted until she was able to study his expression.

“For me the relationship was sexy, somehow freeing, if that
makes sense. If I said it was the first ménage I’d had in my college days, I’d
lie. That was experimenting, fun, harmless. This was real for me until Kurt
became vindictive when Sharon got pregnant.”

“Oh no,” Eve said.

“The baby wasn’t mine, swear it. But she came to me one
night with packed suitcases, claiming she’d asked her husband for a divorce.”

“Oh! Whoa, she didn’t love him anymore?”

“To this day, I think she was using me to make him fight for
their marriage. Apparently, they played mind games on each other in private.”

“I’m sorry they did that to you. Did she go back to her
husband?”

“I sat her down in the family room, got her a glass of ice
water and called him to come get her. Kurt stormed into my cabin, promising his
wife that he’d be the husband she needed.”

“The threat of leaving him worked?”

“They’re still married. I’d found out through an
acquaintance that they’re expecting another baby. As it is, they have five
kids.”

“For the sake of the children, I hope they gave up the mind
games.”

“That I can’t say,” Remy admitted. “Discovering I was really
a pawn in their marriage was tough to get over.”

“I’ve had bad experiences dating, but nothing like what
you’d gone through.”

“At the time, I thought what happened with them was karma’s
way of biting me on the ass after Beth. I tried to date others, sometimes men,
sometimes women, sometimes…”

“Both,” she concluded.

“Exactly, but it’s been a long time since that happened. And
right now, I’d rather concentrate on you.”

Taking her hand in his, he brought it up to his mouth,
suckling her sticky fingers, his tongue lapping at marshmallow and chocolate.
Whoa, that felt good, especially when he drew her middle finger into his mouth
and sucked long after the chocolate was gone.

“Hmm,” she murmured, her eyes closing as he paid particular
attention to her index finger. With each pull and drag of his mouth or sweep of
his tongue, a corresponding flutter ignited a curious tension in her pussy.

Increasingly aware of her wet panties, she shimmied on
Remy’s lap, trying to alleviate the tension that tugged at the center of her
pleasure, her clit.

“Face me, sugar, come and straddle my lap,” he invited,
halting what he’d been doing to help her to turn and sit astride his lap, her
feet resting on the ground.

“Seems as if I’ve been waiting my whole life for you,” she
said, very much aware of the size of his erection snugged up nice and close to
her pussy.

His jeans and her comfy pants stood no chance at preventing
her from feeling his cock as he guided her into a circling, rocking sort of
motion that put added pressure on her clitoris. Sexual tension vibrated,
drawing her close to orgasm.

“Do you mind if I take this jacket off you?” he asked,
wrapping one arm around her back to guide her into riding him.

“I’m plenty hot enough,” she answered, the heat of the
campfire at her back and Remy’s body heat was ten times better than the jacket.

“You’re scorching, sugar.”

Bending his head to kiss her, he continued to fuck her
through their clothes. It was the craziest thing. They weren’t physically
joined and she’d never felt closer to a man in her entire life.

She was very aware of him, of the strength in the arm
secured at her back, of the taste and smell of s’mores, hotdogs, apple ale,
campfire and hot-blooded man. His thighs were rock hard, his cock thick and
long behind his jeans.

His free hand brushed the jacket off her shoulders. Wiggling
some to assist, she sighed as the leather slid off and went to the ground. A
brief chill swept through her, only because they had to stop kissing and
separate some to get the job done.

Seeming completely in tune with her, he drew her farther
into his body, chasing off the cool air with his intense body heat. Kissing her
chin, he trailed hot kisses down her throat, honing in on her pulse, licking at
it. Thrilled, she arched her head back, exposing her throat.

He grumbled, the sound deep, dark, possessive. His right
hand skimmed at the hemline of her pale-pink tank top, his fingers skirting her
bellybutton, coasting upward.

Taking in a deep, steadying breath, she moaned when his palm
covered her left breast. She stilled for a moment. She wasn’t overly endowed.
Her bras were demure B-cups that gave her better cleavage with extra padding.

Remy’s hand remained on her breast, though he lifted his
head. “Eve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she assured, trying to relax.

“That’s not going to fly with me,” he warned suddenly. “If
I’m not doing something right you need to tell me.”

“You’re doing everything right. I’m hoping you’re not
disappointed.”

He arched a dark brow. “Disappointed in what?”

“My breasts, they’re kind of small.”

With that, his palm moved, cupping her flesh with ease and
swiping her pert nipple with his thumb. He kept teasing her nipple, strumming
it softly. Delightful tingles followed his touch, her nipple tightening.

“To me, they’re just right. I’ll prove it.” As soon as he
said that, he let go of her waist, grabbed her shirt and tore it up and off
her, carefully setting it on the rock.

“Remy! We’re in the open.”

His right arm settled around her back, his grin was
deliciously sexy. “I won’t let anyone see that your breasts are beautiful.”

“You’re not even looking at them.”

“Don’t need to, I feel them just fine. See, you fit me
exactly right.” Shifting his hand a little, he covered her bare breast, the
gentle, subtle rub of his palm across her nipple enticing her to thrust herself
harder against his cock.

His arm at the base of her spine tightened as he leaned
inward, compelling her to arch backward. Watching his head dip, she gasped a
split second before the hand massaging her nipple shifted, lifting her breast
up to his mouth.

Eve arched even more, thrusting herself farther into his
damp mouth. His tongue curled around her ultrasensitive nipple, toying with her
before sucking strongly.