He helped her out of the panties and tossed them aside before leaning over to press his tongue to her core.

She was so primed that one stroke was all it took to trigger an orgasm that had her moaning and thrashing.

Jeffrey barked, which made them laugh.

“Should he be seeing this?” Gigi asked as she tried to catch her breath.

“Hold that thought.” He put a blanket over her. “I’ll put him upstairs.”

Cameron got up to relocate the dog and returned, wearing only boxer briefs that hugged his large erection. He tossed a strip of condoms on the coffee table.

Gigi licked her lips and held out her arms to him.

He pulled the blanket back and came down on top of her, devouring her with deep, drugging kisses that had her squirming under him, desperate for more.

“Cam…”

“Yes, love?”

“I want you right now.”

He drew back to remove his underwear and roll on a condom.

Gigi watched him, taking note of every detail of his muscular body, wanting to remember this for the rest of her life. But then he was pushing into her, and that required her full attention. Holy shit. He was huge and hot and hard and perfect. Nothing had ever felt this good.

She moaned, and he paused.

“Did I hurt you?”

“You’ll only hurt me if you stop.”

“Got it.” He grinned as he pushed into her. “How do you feel?”

“Amazed.”

“Yeah?”

She looked up at him and nodded. “That I might’ve missed this…” Her eyes filled. “I would’ve hated to miss this.”

Cameron rested his forehead on hers. “Me, too.” As he shifted his weight to press into her again, the living room window shattered, spraying shards of glass all over them. A brick landed a foot from them. “What the fuck?” He withdrew from Gigi and got up, glass falling from his back as he made his way to the broken window.

“Cam! Your feet!”

Gigi reached for her phone on the coffee table and called 911, while Jeffrey barked frantically upstairs. “This is Detective Dominguez. I’m with Detective Green, and someone just threw a brick through his window. Can you send Patrol, please?” she asked, giving the address.

“They’re on the way, Detective. Do you need EMS?”

“No, thank you.”

Cameron carefully made his way back to her, his outraged expression one she’d never seen before as he handed her sweater to her. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Gigi put on the sweater, because it was quickly getting cold in there, and reached for her jeans.

“Wait. Don’t move.” He pulled a huge shard of glass from her hair and put it on the coffee table. “I’m going to fucking nail her to the wall for this.”

“I’ll help you.”