Page 21 of The Executive Assistant

I swallowed hard. “What are you doing?” My voice was more wobbly than demanding.

Sure, my office door had a lock, but I almost never used it. Now, my heart started to race as possibilities bloomed in my mind.

He turned around and approached my desk. He looked completely blank, except for the glint in his eyes. It was the same look he’d had Saturday night. It was dangerous.

“Cameron?” I asked, as he moved around my desk. He whirled my chair around so I faced him, and stood so close that his legs almost brushed mine.

“I can help you,” he said quietly, lowering his head so we were eye level.

“Help me with what?” I replied, breathing shallowly.

He leaned forward, so his lips grazed my ear lobe. “I can help you relax.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

I held my breath as Cameron closed the distance between us, lust burning like fire through my body. I tried to fight against it, to remember what was at stake, what I could lose.

If word got out that I was having intimate relations with my assistant, no one would look at me the same again. They would say I took advantage of Cameron because I was his boss. I wouldn’t be ruining only my reputation, but my career as well. Firth Marketing would be destroyed.

My breath hitched as Cameron slid a hand up my leg, his skin warm. I watched, speechless, as his fingertips disappeared under the hem of my skirt. I’d never thought of my thighs as particularly sensitive, but right then they were nothing but nerve endings.

“We can’t,” I managed. “Especially not here.”

Slowly, he knelt down in front of me, the sight a mirror of my wet dream from all those nights ago. “No one will know,” he said.

How could he sound so certain?

“The blinds are down,” he continued, hand inching higher and higher. “The door’s locked. The walls are soundproofed.”

He rubbed one fingertip against the cotton of my underwear, and I sucked in a breath. I knew, just from the satisfied look on his face, that my underwear damp.

I swallowed, trying to pull myself together. “What about when you walk out of here? What if everyone just sees it on your face?”

He shook his head. “They won’t. I’m good at pretending. I’ve pretended for years I don’t want you with your legs spread for me.” With that, he pulled my legs apart, gentle but firm. My skirt was still covering everything, but sitting like this made me feel exposed. Too exposed.

Perhaps Cameron saw it on my face because he paused. “Alison?” he said, letting go of me. Immediately, I missed his touch.

For a moment, I considered taking the opportunity and putting an end to this. I could tell him to leave. The rest of the day would go as planned. I would work, he’d leave my lunch on my desk, and I’d never have his hands on my thighs again.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Just — hurry up,” I gritted out.

He grinned, eyes glittering, and he immediately slid that hand back up between my legs, rubbing a finger up and down my slit through thin fabric. “I knew it,” he whispered, looking up at me with satisfaction. I couldn’t get annoyed at his smug expression, though, because there was happiness and relief in his eyes too.

“You’re so tightly wound,” he continued, and pressed his thumb on my clit. Even through my underwear, the touch made me jolt. “There’s nothing I want more than to see you let loose.”

He rubbed slow circles around my clit, and it wastorturous. I clutched the arms of my desk chair, my fingernails digging into the leather.

“Look at you. Relaxing already.”

I did not feel relaxed. I wasn’t sitting up straight in my chair like usual, but slumping against it, legs spread wantonly, wantingmore, but not letting myself beg for it. Every movement of his fingers made pleasure shoot through my body.

Finally, he pulled my panties down. They were black and looked tiny in his hand. For a moment, I wished I’d worn something nicer today, but I’d worn my usual plain underwear, the same kind I always wore to work.

Cameron though…he was staring at them like they were the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. After a moment, he returned his attention back to me.

“Want me to touch you, skin on skin?”

My stomach felt tight with anticipation, but I didn’t let myself nod.

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