*Mon Seulement Amour (My Only Love)* -[Prologue]

Camille Parker ran a hand through her auburn hair as she drummed her fingernails on the counter at Starbucks. It was ten o’clock in the evening, her husband Eric was in one of his moods, and in order to get away from him before he went off on her Camille had jumped into her car and started driving around until she’d found an open coffee shop.

Can I help you?” the obviously exhausted female cashier asked snapping Camille from her trance.

“Yes can I have…” Camille began.

“A tall vanilla mocha,” a male voice from behind her finished. “And an extremely tall black coffee to go with that please.” Camille slowly turned to the voice and allowed her bright cerulean colored eyes to lock with the blue eyes that belonged to the voice.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned in shock.

“I’ve been staying at the Hilton across the street these last couple days while the construction workers finish my house in Florida, “ the male responded. “It’s been a long time Cami.”

“Yeah, it has Brian,” Camille agreed as she stared into the eyes of her high school love. A smile lit up her face as she stepped toward Brian and wrapped her arms around his neck. Even now, years after they’d broken up, when she breathed in his scent her lungs expanded so much that she felt as if she was never even breathing before smelling him.

“Here you go,” the cashier stated as she set the two Styrofoam cups on the counter.

“Oh thank you,” Camille muttered as she began to pull her wallet from her purse.

“Here you go,” Brian said as he handed the girl a twenty-dollar bill.

“I’ll cover mine,” Camille whispered as she opened her wallet only to find it was empty. She then remembered that Eric had taken all of her money earlier that evening claiming that it was all his anyway.

“It’s fine,” Brian insisted pretending not to notice that Camille hadn’t had any cash with her. “I got it.”

“Your change…” the girl began. Brian held up his right hand to silence her.

“You keep it,” he demanded lightly as he handed Camille her mocha. “I’ve got some time, want to go for a walk?” Camille took the mocha after putting her wallet in back her purse then nodded.

“Lead the way,” she agreed. Brian nodded toward the door that led out to the street then began walking toward it. Camille followed and stopped just before stepping out of the coffee shop to turn back to the cashier.

“Thanks for the coffee,” she called out.

“It’s my job,” the girl yawned.

“I know I just felt like saying thanks,” Camille stated before turned and stepping out into the dimly lit parking lot.

“That was very nice of you,” Brian muttered as he nudged Camille in the side.

“It wasn’t a big tip but...” she began.

“It’s the thought that counts,” Brian interrupted. “How have you been?” Camille thought a moment and took a sip off her drink before turning to look at Brian.

“Great,” she lied. “Eric is doing really well at the firm, they’re thinking of making him a partner,” she stated before the two began walking once more.

“Where are you working?” Brian asked.

“Eric built a dance studio on our property, I teach ballet to little girls,” Camille beamed. “I love it.”

“You always wanted to do that,” Brian muttered.

“You remember?” Camille questioned softly. Brian nodded as he motioned to a bench and made his way toward it.

“Of course I do,” he responded as he sat down. “It’s all you ever talked about when we were in school even though everybody told you that you should go dance in a company somewhere.” Camille smiled as she eased herself down beside Brian.

“You were the only one who supported me,” she recalled. “I’ve had to remind Eric of my dream so many times,” she spit out. “It’s like it goes in one ear and out the other.”

“Well I’ve never forgotten,” Brian guaranteed. “I’m not Eric.”

“How have you been?” Camille questioned in an attempt to change the topic of conversation from her to Brian.

“I’ve been okay,” Brian responded.

“Just okay?” Camille laughed. “I’d figure you’d be pretty happy at how successful you’ve been these last years. Your dream came true.”

“Let’s just say that I realized a little too late that my dreams didn’t have anything to do with being rich or famous,” Brian muttered.

“How do you figure?” Camille asked confused.

“I realized that every dream I’ve ever had has been about being happy with you,” Brian confessed lightly.

“Brian I’m married,” Camille whispered reminding herself more so than Brian.

“But are you happy?” Brian inquired.

“Yes,” Camille lied knowing all the while that Brian was seeing right through her.

“No you’re not,” Brian stated as he set his cup of coffee down before leaning toward Camille. “He doesn’t make you feel like you felt when you were with me, when we were together. You still think about me, wonder what your life would be like if you were with me.” Camille began to nod but caught herself and shot into a standing position.

“I’m happy,” she insisted trying desperately to get both herself and Brian to believe the statement. Brian looked up at Camille, into her eyes, neither of the two wanting to speak another word. After slowly pushing himself to his feet Brian reached out and brushed a piece of Camille’s hair out of her eyes.

“Did you ever think that you would end up with somebody besides me?” he asked softly finally breaking the silence between the two.

“No,” Camille responded honestly. “I thought we would end up together forever.”

“Do you still think that?” Brian whispered as he set his left hand on the back of Camille’s neck and pulled her closer to him.

“I don’t allow myself to think about you very often,” Camille muttered.

“Why?” Brian questioned as he wrapped his right arm around Camille’s waste and allowed his right hand to rest on the small of her back.

“Because I always end up asking myself why I let you go,” Camille choked out. “Why I let you walk out of my life when I loved you so much, when I still love you.” Brian let out a deep breath as he titled Camille’s head back.

“I love you too,” he whispered as he slowly guided Camille’s soft lips to his. Camille wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck and allowed herself to melt into the kiss, the years of pent up feelings for Brian propelling the urgency she felt to have him as close to her as possible.

“Come back to my hotel room with me,” Brian pleaded as he pulled away from the kiss. “I want to hold you.” Camille didn’t give herself a chance to think before nodding her head and allowing Brian to lead the way to his hotel. The two practically ran through the hotel lobby and as the elevator doors closed behind them Brian began unbuttoning Camille’s jeans.

“I’ve missed your touch,” Camille confessed as she arched into the warmth of Brian’s hands as he ran them up the front of her shirt. “I think about you every time I’m with Eric, I want it to be you that’s inside of me.” As the elevator doors dinged open Brian swept Camille off of the ground and carried her to the door of his suite. After setting Camille down Brian fumbled to find the key to his room while she began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon the door flew open and Camille was off the ground once more only to be set down on a bed minutes later.

“I dream about of you like this all of the time,” Brian admitted as he ran his hands up Camille’s sides swooping the material of her shirt over her head in the process. “You’re just like I remember you, so beautiful,” he muttered as Camille guided his lips down to hers and he unsnapped her bra.

“Make love to me like you used to,” she pleaded as she pushed Brian’s shirt off his shoulders and allowed her hands to run up his spine. “I want to know that someone loves me.”

“I’ll always love you,” Brian promised as Camille’s hips lifted off the bed and he was able to remove her jeans.

“I’ll always love you too,” Camille gasped as Brian began setting kisses on her exposed stomach. She reached out for the snap to Brian’s own jeans and as she fumbled with it Brian’s lips found there way to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Oh you remember,” she breathed before sliding down beneath Brian and slipping his jeans down to his ankles.

“I remember everything,” Brian groaned as Camille made her way back up the bed stopping only to allow her tongue to dart in and out of his belly button. “I want to be part of your life Cami.”

“You are Brian,” Camille whispered as she propped herself up on the pillows beneath her. “Your in my every thought, every dream, every time I think about how much I used to love my life I realize it was because you were there that I loved it so much.” Brian slowly eased Camille back onto the bed and hovered over her for a moment before slowly pushing himself through her folds.

“Uh yes,” he grunted as soon as he was filling Camille completely. Camille tilted her head back and attempted to catch her breath as she dug her nails into Brian’s back.

“Go,” she pleaded as she wrapped her legs around Brian’s waist. Brian did as Camille asked and as he moved in and out of her his eyes fluttered closed and his heart began to pound. Never had he thought he would actually feel Camille surrounding him, completing him, again and now that he could feel the urgency in Camille’s own actions he was in heaven.

“Oh Cam,” he panted.

“Harder baby,” Camille cried out as she removed her legs from Brian’s waist and set her feet flat on the mattress, opening herself up for more of Brian’s sweet torture. Brian slipped his right arm under Camille’s left leg and lifted it up slightly as his thrusts quickened. “Oh yes Brian,” Camille groaned.

“You like that baby?” Brian asked as his mouth fell open and Camille could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.

“Yes,” Camille called out as she moved her body down the bed slightly in order to allow Brian fully into pulsating depths. “Oh shit,” she yelled as she arched her back and allowed Brian to disappear within her.

“Damn Cami I can’t hold on much longer,” Brian growled as his thrusts became more urgent. “You’re so beautiful.”

“That’s it,” Camille panted as she set her hands on Brian’s ass and her thrusts met his. “Oh yes, that’s it, take me, don’t stop…never stop Brian.”

“Take it Cami, feel what you do to me,” Brian yelled out. “Oh baby I love you much.”

“Yes,” Camille cried out over and over again, each passing ‘yes’ louder then the one before.

“It’s coming.” Brian confessed as Camille ran her nails down his chest.

“Give it to me Brian,” Camille begged. “Let me feel all of you, call out my name and give me all your love.” Brian bit down softly on Camille’s right shoulder before stars exploded in front of him and he tossed his head back in blissful agony.

“Camille,” he cried out as his hips thrust into hers once more and he exploded deep within her folds.

“Uh Brian,” Camille screamed as her back arched away from the bed and her own orgasm violently shook her body. Brian eased himself down on top of Camille as he struggled to catch his breath. After a few moments he pulled back and looked down only to see that Camille’s body was shaking with soft cries as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he brushed her tears away.

“Thank you for showing me that somebody still loves me,” Camille sniffled. Brian nodded as he lowered his lips to hers.

“There’s no need to thank me, I’ve loved you all along,” he whispered.