Chapter 11

Maybe it was because Cameron knew that once this whole "baby-making plan" was over, he wouldn't get another chance to sleep with Sylvia again. Whatever the reason, Cameron completely lost control. He wanted her all the time, everywhere, like a man obsessed. They didn't just do it in the bedroom. When morning came and Sylvia went into the kitchen to make breakfast, Cameron followed her in, pulled up her nightgown, and tried to take her right there. "Cameron, I'm cooking," Sylvia said in a sweet, teasing voice. "Stop messing around, you're going to spill the soup..." "It's fine," he said as he grabbed her waist. "You do your part, I'll do mine." Without letting go, he plunged into her and started moving with urgency right there in the kitchen. Breakfast ended up completely burnt, but Cameron left the room fully satisfied. And it didn't stop there. He took her in every corner of the house—the desk in the study, the couch in the living room, even the toilet in the bathroom. There wa