Crazy For You (sequel to Anything For A Friend)

Chapter 25

I'm sorry this is short.....and very late.........but I wanted to give you something. Someone told me that they thought I rushed the ending of AFAF, and that I was rushing this ending. If that's true, I'm sorry. It's just that I really want this to be completed, and I want to get started on the next one. If I am inspired to add more someday, I promise I will. Until then, this will have to do. I have to write the epilogue next. Then, this story will be over.

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Dane

I was definitely in love with Camille. There was no doubt about it. She had stayed the past few days at my Dad's house with me, leaving only to go to work. She had also managed to complete my exit interview with her and set up an intake interview with her colleague, Dr. Shipley. I found it interesting that she had asked a male therapist to take my case. The old me might have gotten angry and thought she didn't trust me, but the new me thought it was endearing that she might have been a little worried that I might take an added interest in a woman therapist. After all, that is how we got together.

My days of being a pig were over. I loved Camille, and nothing was going to change that. I was ecstatic that she might someday become the mother of my children.

Currently, I was applying for any and all jobs for which I was qualified. I was tired of living off my Dad's and Max's mom's handouts. I wanted to be able to support myself, as well as Daniel and Camille.

Everyone was scheduled to come home the day after tomorrow. That meant 2 more nights of holding Camille in my arms, not to mention all the not so wholesome things we would do before reaching that point. Oh, how she turned me on.

A few moments later, she walked through the front door. I walked over, taking her briefcase from her and helping her off with her suit jacket. She looked so sexy in her white blouse and navy skirt.

After placing the jacket on the back of a nearby chair, and putting the briefcase on the shelf by the door, I turned around, pulling her in for a kiss.

Her hands came up to touch my head, pulling me closer to her. My hands abandoned her body in exchange for unbuttoning her sheer blouse.

"Rough day?" I asked, in between heated kisses.

"Mmm, you have no idea," she said, as she unbuttoned my shirt, practically ripping it off my body.

She must have been telling the truth. She never came in this ready for sex, which I'm pretty sure was where this was leading. I tried to steer her toward the stairs, but she had other ideas. She ripped the clothing off her bottom half in one fail swoop, causing me to go from half to full mast in record time.

"I want you now," she said as her hands undid my jeans.

"As you wish," I said breathlessly as she threw me on the coffee table and lowered herself onto me backwards.

"You don't know how much I've been wanting to do this all day," she said, as she rocked back and forth. "You feel so good!"

I'm not sure where her urge had come from, but I was willing to go along. I just hoped I could hold out long enough to satisfy her.

Max

I had gone to tell my parents that Rhee and I were getting ready to leave, and now I was stuck. My mom had decided to question me about my little slip up the other night. My dad had hopped in the shower, so I was alone with my mom.

"So, Max, I need you to clear something up for me," she said.

"Yeah?" I asked, afraid of what might be coming.