Page 17 of The Executive Assistant

Without saying a word, he unzipped the front of his pants. I watched, frozen, as he pulled out his erection.

Oh,fuck.

His cock was thick and flushed a deep, angry pink. I’d never seen any like it before, and realized with horror that my mouth was watering. He smelled clean, like soap, but also masculine.

It was getting warmer and wetter between my legs with every second.

“What are you waiting for?” Cameron asked. “Suck it.”

I blinked up at him. “Suck it?” I repeated.

“Yeah.” His voice was lower than usual.

“Cameron, I…” I unconsciously wet my lips. God, his cock was huge, and it was right in front of me, almost touching my lips. If I stuck my tongue out, I would be able to taste him. “I don’t understand,” I finished.

“What, you’ve never sucked a cock before?” he asked.

I shook my head. I had, but never like this.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he continued.

I whipped my head to look up at him, my brows drawn together. “What are you…what…I don’t…” God, I’d literally lost the ability to talk.

He reached down, pushing a hand gently through my hair. “You got so wet for me,” he said. “And now, you’re looking at me like you’re starving. You want someone to take charge. You don’t just want it — you need it.”

I parted my lips, but was unable to say something.

“When was the last time you got laid?” he continued. “Is it even possible to enjoy yourself, when you’re wound up so tight?” He smiled. “Just do what I say. Let me make allthe decisions. Be a good girl for me.”

I wanted to, I really wanted to. But there was still a fragment of rationality left. “I can’t,” I whispered. “You’re my employee.”

His expression didn’t change — the reminder that he was my subordinate clearly didn’t bother him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You look at me like you’d crawl over burning coals to suck my cock.”

My stomach swooped at his filthy words.

“You want this,” he said.

Part of me wanted to get angry at his arrogance, but he was telling the truth. I did want this — in fact, I’d never felt so turned on in my life. It was as if every one of my bones was on fire.

I could stand up right now, walk out, and call for security to throw him out. I could fire him for sexual harassment. I could slap him and tell him he was out of his mind.

I could, but I didn’t. I just kneeled there, barely noticing the uncomfortable marble underneath me, staring at his hard cock.

“Come on, Alison,” Cameron said. “Make me feel good.” A pause. “Or…are you waiting for guidance?”

Something in my expression must’ve answered him, because the next thing I knew, one of his hands was one the back of my head. He slowly pushed me forward, until my lips pressed against his erection, sending a shockthrough my body. I hesitated only for a second before giving in, opening my mouth and letting him slide in.

If he looked big, he felt twice as large between my lips. I widened my mouth as much as I could, but could only take half of him inside. For a moment, I adjusted to the size of him, then pushed back, letting saliva coat the length of him. As I pulled away, a string of spit connected my lips to the tip of his dick and I heard him groan above me.

Without wasting any time, I used both of my hands to spread the wetness all over his length. I was worried about losing balance but he kept me steady, hand gentle but firm on my head.

Once his entire cock was sufficiently slick, I took him in my mouth again, letting my tongue flatten against the heaviness of him while my hands moved up and down the base, rotating from side to side.

“Fuck,” Cameron breathed. “Who knew you were so good at giving head?”

I looked up at him, and I probably looked ridiculous, lips stretched out, but his grip on my head tightened and I felt him pulse in my mouth.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. I always knew that underneath it all, you were a slut.”

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