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  One Knight Stand

  Jessica Prince

  Copyright © 2018 by Jessica Prince

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  Contents

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Epilogue

  Meet the guys of Civil Corruption

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  About the Author

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  THE PICKING UP THE PIECES SERIES:

  Picking up the Pieces

  Rising from the Ashes

  Pushing the Boundaries

  Worth the Wait

  THE COLORS NOVELS:

  Scattered Colors

  Shrinking Violet

  Love Hate Relationship

  Wildflower

  THE LOCKLAINE BOYS (a LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP spinoff):

  Fire & Ice

  Opposites Attract

  Almost Perfect

  THE PEMBROOKE SERIES (a WILDFLOWER spinoff):

  Sweet Sunshine

  Coming Full Circle

  A Broken Soul

  CIVIL CORRUPTION SERIES

  Corrupt

  Defile

  Consume

  Ravage

  GIRL TALK SERIES:

  Seducing Lola

  Tempting Sophia

  Enticing Daphne

  Charming Fiona

  STANDALONE TITLES:

  Chance Encounters

  Nightmares from Within

  DEADLY LOVE SERIES:

  Destructive

  Addictive

  Prologue

  Camden

  The blonde across the bar had been shooting fuck me eyes at Camden all damn night. His cock responded to each and every flirty look she gave him, but deep in his gut, he knew tonight was going to be like every other one-night stand. He’d get in and get off. The orgasm would probably even be good… but it wouldn’t be enough. There’d still be that gaping hole left behind that no meaningless encounter could fill. That gnawing in his gut telling him he wanted more… needed more.

  Blowing his load wasn’t cutting it anymore, not with the darker desires he had lurking beneath the surface. Unfortunately, if knowledge of his particular tastes made it out into the world, he knew there was no way in hell he’d be able to come back from that. His reputation as one of the hottest, most famous alternative singers on the planet would be ruined, the media would have a field day, and his best friend-turned-manager, Tatum, would skin him alive.

  So keeping those baser instincts in check was necessary but left him feeling no less empty, like a part of him was locked away in a cage, slowly withering away due to neglect.

  All his life, Camden Knight only wanted to do one thing—write music and play his songs for people to hear. He thought fame and notoriety would provide him with everything he could ever want. But as the years ticked by at a snail’s pace, he was starting to regret every decision he’d made in the past several years. He was no longer his own person. He belonged to the masses. His every move was stalked by relentless, dogged paparazzi, and privacy was a thing of the past.

  He missed the simple days when he could do something as menial as go to the grocery store on his own. Now his life was full of photogs invading his space for a goddamn picture when all he was doing was walking down the sidewalk, interviewers probing into his life with invasive questions just to garner higher ratings, and psychotic bitches breaking into his home because a song of his flipped a switch in their fucked-up brains and had them convinced they were soul mates.

  Sucking back the last of his beer—that had unfortunately gone lukewarm—Camden plunked the bottle on the table and decided to make his move. After all, a vanilla orgasm was better than not getting off at all, and it was the only thing that gave him a modicum of relief in this twisted, unrelentingly cutthroat world.

  Pushing between the blonde’s barstool and the empty one beside her, he propped an elbow on the bar top and gave her a look that he knew without a doubt would get him laid—for the simple fact that it had worked like a charm more times than he could count.

  “Hey, gorgeous.”

  “You’re Camden Knight,” she breathed wantonly, trailing her finger along the low-cut neckline of her top that was only one line above skank.

  “That I am. And you are?”

  “Me-Meagan,” she stuttered breathlessly.

  “Well, Meagan, you have two choices. You can let me buy you another drink—” Camden replaced her finger with his, dragging it across the swells of her firm, round tits. “—or we can go somewhere more private.”

  The innuendo in his tone wasn’t lost on the chick, and she eagerly hopped off the stool, grabbing her tiny purse and tucking it under her arm as she ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip.

  “Privacy sounds nice. I know just the place.”

  Hooking his arm around her waist, he pulled the woman against his side, her ample curves molding against him. “Then lead the way, baby.”

  * * *

  Camden knew he was being a bit too rough as he fisted Meagan’s hair, using his grip to hold her in place and fuck her mouth, but sometimes he got too lost in what he was feeling to maintain control of his needs. Besides, if the way her fingers were working her clit as she hoovered his cock were any indication, the chick seemed to be getting off on the brutality.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his hips snapping as he powered in and out of her hot mouth. “You like that?”

  She hummed around his dick and lifted her gaze to his, plain brown eyes watering as Camden forced his way down her throat. He could feel that tingling at the base of his spine, could feel his balls tightening and drawing up closer to his body. He knew he was close, but he didn’t want to come down her throat.

  Using the hold on her hair, he yanked her off his cock with a loud pop, dropping the condom he’d been holding on the ground at her feet. “Put it on. I wanna fuck you.”

  She smiled naughtily and bit down on her swollen lip as she picked the gold foil packet up off the floor and tore it open. One second later, once he was covered, he gripped her under her arms and threw her to the bed.

  “Roll over,” he commanded on a rough growl. “Want you on your hands and knees.”

  She complied without a single objection, arching her back and wagging her ass tantalizingly. Camden ran a hand down one creamy mound before giving it
a harsh smack, the crack of it echoing through the room, followed a moment later by her sharp gasp.

  “You like it dirty, baby?” he teased, rubbing the sting from her ass.

  “Like it however you wanna give it to me,” Meagan purred.

  He landed two more slaps in quick succession before grabbing hold of her hips and driving in balls deep in one punishing thrust, not even giving her a chance to get used to his size. With one hand at the back of her neck, he forced her face into the mattress as the tenuous hold he had on his control snapped, and he fucked her with a mercilessness that caused a sweat to break out along his skin.

  “Yeah, baby, yeah. Just like that. Fuck me hard,” she begged, driving him on. “Give it to me rough, just how you like it.”

  “Jesus, fuck,” he grunted, slamming into her so hard her body jolted across the bed.

  Meagan’s head flew back with a loud “Yes!”

  Camden’s hand at the back of her neck traveled around and gave her throat a tiny squeeze, not enough to hurt, just enough to test her limits. At the slight pressure, Meagan let loose, rearing back and fucking herself on his dick as she begged for more, harder, faster, rougher.

  She wanted it in a way Camden hadn’t had in years, and that part inside of him that had laid dormant for so long roared to life and took over completely. His fingers clasped tighter. It wasn’t enough to choke her, not even close, but she’d see his marks on her body long after he was gone.

  “You like that?” he panted, holding her throat with one hand as he used the other to spank her.

  “Yeah, baby. Fucking love it. God, you’re amazing.”

  Her pussy clenched and rippled around him, tightening until it was almost impossible to pull out. One last slap on her ass and she burst, crying out loud enough for her neighbors to hear as she came all over Camden’s cock.

  Forcing her hips down into the bed, he used Meagan’s body, powering in and out, in and out, fucking her into the mattress with everything he was once, twice, three more times before his head fell back on a groan while his balls drained every drop of his cum into the condom.

  It was amazing. He hadn’t come that long or that hard in fucking years. He’d have liked to push the boundaries a little more, really get off, but in spite of everything they’d just done, she was still, for all intents and purposes, a stranger, so he had to be careful and watch his own back.

  “That was fuckin’ phenomenal, baby,” he panted once he finished riding that high. “Thanks for that.”

  He pulled out and she rolled to her side with a smug grin on her lips. Propping her head in one hand, she ran the other down her naked body and teased, “Any time, sweetheart. You weren’t so bad yourself.”

  He wanted to get her number. He wanted to keep it going with her simply so he could test the limits and get what he really fucking needed in bed. But he knew better. One-night stands were the safer option. Anything longer and he ran the risk of having the chick go full-on Fatal Attraction on him. Fame and money did that to people; it was a lesson he’d learned well enough.

  So instead of setting up a repeat, he headed for the attached bath and went about ridding himself of the condom and cleaning up. When he came back, Meagan was still in the same position he’d left her in.

  “So,” she hedged, pushing up to her knees and sitting back on her haunches, spreading her thighs to give him an enticing view of her wet pussy. “You up for round two, or you need a breather?”

  He gave her that signature cocky grin that made women hot. “As tempting as that sounds, I gotta be on my way. Shit to do tomorrow.”

  The enchantress facade she’d pasted on quickly fled, and her face grew hard as she said, “Okay. But you’re gonna call, right?”

  Well shit.

  Leaning down, Camden placed a quick kiss on her forehead and muttered, “I’m gonna be busy for a while, so I can’t make any promises, but you give me your number and I’ll do my best,” he placated.

  He wasn’t going to call.

  He wasn’t going to text.

  Hell, he probably wasn’t ever going to see Meagan again.

  And when a week went by and her phone never rang, he’d come to discover he’d made a big fucking mistake.

  Because what he didn’t know after quickly dressing and bolting from the room was that she’d secretly recorded the entire goddamn thing.

  As the saying went, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

  And when Meagan got tired of waiting on his call, she got pissed. And when she got pissed, she decided to get revenge. And she did just that when she took that video and mailed it to every gossip rag in the tri-state area.

  The cat was out of the bag.

  Camden was well and thoroughly fucked… and not in the way he liked.

  Chapter 1

  Sutton

  “Jesus Christ, Cam! I could have gone the rest my life without knowing you had a penchant for spanking and choke play. What the hell were you thinking?”

  It went without saying that this was the most uncomfortable conversation I’d ever been a part of. However, there was no escaping since I was currently sitting in my boss’s office, taking notes while she verbally bitch-slapped her client in the chair beside mine.

  Tatum Valentine-Forrester was manager to the stars. She currently managed not only her husband’s band, Civil Corruption, the most popular rock band of our generation, but she also worked with a handful of other platinum album recording artists, including the once-golden boy Camden Knight. She was a shark when the situation called for it, but the reason she was in such high demand was because she was also compassionate and caring. She looked out for her clients’ well-being over lining her own pockets and didn’t hesitate to go head-to-head with agents, record labels, or producers if she felt their priorities weren’t above board.

  She was tough, fearless, and kindhearted all at once. I respected the hell out of her and had learned more in the two years I’d worked for her than I could have ever hoped.

  There was one slight downside to my job, however.

  I couldn’t stand celebrities. At all.

  As far as I was concerned, they were spoiled, entitled assholes who thought the world revolved around them, and the rest of us were just here to cater to their every want and need.

  “I’m so glad I drove all the way here just to get my ass chewed,” Camden grumbled sullenly.

  It took everything I had to fight back my eye roll, but I managed only by the grace of God. Not that it would have mattered; the two of them were too busy going at it to notice I was even there.

  “Oh, get over yourself,” Tate fired back. “You live in a freaking hotel five blocks away, for Christ’s sake. It took less time to get here than it took me to watch that goddamn video!”

  “No one asked you to watch the thing, babycakes. That was your choice.”

  She shot him a scathing look. “As your manager, it’s my job to get all the details so I can help you out of whatever sinkhole you get yourself sucked into. I had no other choice.” Visibly trying to shake off her anger, she raked a hand through her long red locks and took a calming breath. “Look, I get you have certain… predilections. I don’t care about that. To each his own. What you want to do in the bedroom is not for me to judge. Unfortunately the media doesn’t share my opinion.”

  “Yeah, no shit,” he snapped. “I got that when they started callin’ me a twisted pervert all over every goddamn TV channel in the country.”

  That was when Tate’s public relations expert, Deidra, jumped into the conversation. “Why would you take such a careless risk, and with a complete stranger no less? You know better, Camden. A public figure such as yourself should know not to do something so stupid. You want a little kink, you find a private club or let us know so we can get her to sign an NDA first. You don’t pick up some random woman at a club and choke her out—”

  “For fuck’s sake!” he barked, losing his cool and making me jolt in my seat. “I didn’t choke the bitch out!”
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  “We know that, Cam,” Tate cut in, her voice going gentle as she went into friend mode. “And if Deidra was a little more tactful, you’d be able to tell that we’re more concerned for you than anything else.”

  The passive insult rolled off Deidra’s back like water off a duck. “You don’t pay me to be tactful. You pay me to tell the truth so when the shit storm starts to rain down, they’re prepared. And this?” She pointed one of her long red claws at the ground. “This is a monsoon.”

  “Can you stop talking about him like he’s a commodity instead of a person?” Tate snapped, the manager and businesswoman inside of her now gone, the protective mama bear having taken its place.

  “Can you both stop talkin’ about me like I’m not even in the goddamn room?” Camden snarled, drawing everyone’s attention to him. With a huff of frustration, he propped his elbows on his knees and scrubbed at his face. “Look,” he started once he lifted his head back up. “I fucked up. I get that, okay? You think I intended for shit to get out of hand like that? I’ve been in this industry long enough to know I gotta keep that side of me locked down. I’ve been able to check my impulses for years, but this chick got off on a little rough, and I lost control. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s a little late for apologies, don’t you think?” Deidra snarked, and for the first time in the entire meeting, I found myself feeling sorry for Camden Knight as I threw the woman an ugly glare. I might not have cared for the guy on a personal level, but I didn’t feel he should have to apologize for liking what he liked in the bedroom.