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Ryan nodded. “Yes.”

Her frown immediately turned upside down, and she smiled. “Well then how’s this for a compromise? I’ll take you to some stores that stock amazing clothes for men. I will pay for the clothes that we buy.” She held up a hand to silence his protest. “But then deduct the money out of your completion bonus.”

Completion bonus? It was the first time he’d heard anything about a bonus. Camille was up to something.

“What bonus?”

“The one that’s in your contract. If you check the last couple of paragraphs, it mentions a possible extra payment if you are deemed to have gone above and beyond. I don’t particularly like the wordtip, so I figured bonus sounded better.”

Ryan had a sneaking suspicion that whatever amount of money he did end up spending on clothes would be conveniently covered by the figure mentioned in the contract.

He’d learned early on in their connection that when Camille set her mind to something, it took a lot to change it. She was determined to spoil him, and the best thing he could do was to go along with her plans and at the end of the day say thank you in the way she especially liked.

And technically I would be the one paying for the clothes.

“Alright, I would love to come shopping, and then join you for dinner. But you have to agree that when I say we have spent enough on things, you won’t push it.”

It would be all too easy to let her take control of their relationship, to find himself doing things just to please Camille. She might well come from money, but he didn’t want to be owned.

“Agreed. I want to do lots and lots of nice things for you Ryan, but I never want to make you feel uncomfortable about it. So if I do overstep the line at times, I need you to tell me. Push me back to the middle ground.”

He could do that—talking about things with Camille had become a lot easier. Especially when they were naked in one another’s arms. But what would happen when they got back to NYC? Would she want him to stay in her room? Was there about to be a relationship reset? Back to being just boss and employee.

She might want a break when we get back to New York.

He’d learned the hard way not to assume that things wouldn’t ever change. Ryan cleared his throat. “About tomorrow. Um. Are you still ok with me staying over at your apartment?”

“Why?”

Ryan shrugged. “I just thought I’d ask. We’ve been in each other’s pockets for two whole weeks, so you might want some space. A bit of time away from me.”

She laughed. Camille was still laughing as she lay her hand on his chest. “Vous, les Américains, vous êtes si mignons. Which roughly translates to ‘you Americans are so cute’. No I don’t need space. I’m European. We’re used to living close to one another. And besides, I am going to need you more than ever over the next few weeks.”

He caught the glint of mischief in her blue eyes and asked, “Are you planning on working me hard?”

“Let’s just say that once we are back in NYC, I intend on making you earn every penny of your bonus Mister Collins.”

Camille went to step back, but Ryan wouldn’t release her from his arms. As his lips lowered to her mouth, he murmured, “Well then, Ms. Royal, let’s see how many dollars I can get in the bonus pot tonight.”

It was well before dawn when Camille woke. Needing him, she reached for Ryan. As if heeding her siren’s call, he lifted her on top of him. For a moment they both lay naked in the dark. Neither spoke as Camille lowered herself onto Ryan’s bare cock. He captured her mouth with a searing kiss that said it all. He wanted her just this way.

Hands gripping the headboard Camille rode him. With his hands placed on her hips, helped her to rise up and down over the length of his shaft. Soft moans and sighs of pleasure soonfilled the room. “Fuck, I will never get enough of you Camille,” he groaned.

When Camille crested the wave of her powerful release, she sobbed. “Ryan,” then collapsed into his arms.

He gave her a moment to catch her breath before he flipped her over onto her back, and thrust deep into her wet heat. It took less than a minute for him to reach his own climax, growling into the dark. “You are mine.” Ryan’s cock pulsed as he spilled his seed inside Camille.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

New York City

Two weeks later

There really should be a law against a guy looking as good in a simple business suit as Ryan did right now. She’d been around the highest level of tailoring her entire life, but nothing had prepared her for the vision of hot maleness which now stood before her.

Camille couldn’t help herself; she licked her lips. She wasn’t hungry or thirsty. It was just the sight of him which had her secretly craving the taste of his naked body.

Earlier in the day, she’d taken Ryan to Brooks Brothers clothes store, on Madison Avenue and bought him his first ready to wear suit. The moment he’d slipped the deep blue jacket on, Camille knew they’d found the perfect look.

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