Page 22 of The Executive Assistant

Cameron smiled anyway, like he could read my mind. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll do what you want.”

He pushed my skirt up, so he had a better view of what he was looking at. I had a moment to feel embarrassed about being so utterly exposed, the air cool against my hot pussy, before he rubbed my clit, making my vision white out.

He was good at this, his fingers deft but gentle. I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn’t moan, but whimpering noises escaped me anyway. I’d missed this. I’d missed a man touching me this way.

“Good?” Cameron asked, grinning wickedly at me.

I made a muffled noise that was supposed to meandon’t stop.

His smile widened. “I’ve thought about doing this for a long time. Did you know that?” The rhythm of his fingers slowed, like he wanted me to pay attention. I blinked rapidly, trying to get control of myself.

“I remember the first time we met. It was for my interview, remember? You had your hair back in a tight ponytail. You were beautiful, of course, but even then I could tell you were uptight. Even back then, I wondered what you would look like when you lost control.”

Then, before I could respond, he pushed my thighs even more apart and pressed his hot mouth flush against my center. I gasped, pleasure rolling through my entire body as his tongue caressed me, adding to the wetness that was already there.

I couldn’t help myself — I moaned helplessly, and had to slap a hand over my mouth when he licked my clit. Sensation crackled through me, leaving behind tingly warmth.

His mouth moved down, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue. Oh god. He — he wasn’t going to, was he?

“C-Cameron.” My voice was shaky.

He pulled away and looked up at me. “Yes?”

I tried not to notice how shiny his mouth was.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“I’m your personal assistant,” he said. “It’s my job to deal with all your needs.” He lowered his head and thrust his tongue inside me, and one of my hands flew to his hair, gripping the soft strands as he tongue-fucked me with enthusiasm, eating me out like he was starved.

He hummed in pleasure as I tugged on his hair, the vibration rumbling against my sensitive clit.

“Oh…” I lightly gasped as I tilted my head back, my legs beginning to shake. With every lick and tease, more and more heat generated within my body, spreading to every single inch of me.

He dragged his tongue over me before sucking my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me buck my hips against him. He tightened his hold on my thighs, anchoring me in place.

A faint whine sounded in the back of my throat, my back arching as much as it could while I sat in the chair. My fingers curled in his hair, lightly pulling when my pleasure peaked higher and higher. He pushed a finger inside of me, and I gasped. The pressure intensified as he added another finger, thrusting them deep as his tongue continued to roll against my clit.

Something tightened in my stomach. I was about to shatter.

Cameron curled his fingers just right, and bliss ravaged my entire shaking body, my toes curling as I came. Cameron dragged my orgasm out for an additional moment, pressing a lingering kiss against my clit and slowly sliding his glistening wet fingers out of me. His eyes locked on mine as he placed the fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

God. He was trying to kill me.

After a minute, I became aware that I was a panting puddle of a person. How long had it been since I came that hard?

Cameron smiled up at me. He was still kneeling on the carpet. “Was that good for you?”

“Fuck,” I said.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He looked so pleased, so proud of himself. He stood up, visibly hard through his pants.

I couldn’t move, my legs still like jelly. But slowly, the warm aftermath of my orgasm faded away, and all the stress I had earlier came rushing back.

We just broke several company rulesin the workplace. It was one thing getting involved with each other outside of work, but this was a whole other level of policy violation.

I pushed myself to my feet, stumbling a little as my legs threatened to give out. I grabbed the edge of my desk for stability, only for Cameron to place his hand over mine. My eyes shot up to his. “This can’t happen again,” I said.

He frowned. “I thought you enjoyed it.”

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