Page 16 of The Executive Assistant

Then, as if in slow motion, he reached for my face, thumb tipping my chin up. My heart pounded, loud like a drum, my eyes widening in shock. This was the sort of thing that happened in dreams.

The logical part of me wanted to say no, to pull away, to remind him I was his boss. But the rest of me was overwhelmed withyes, with heat and wanting, and it felt like heaven when he finally lowered his head and kissed my lips.

CHAPTER SIX

Desire spread through me like wildfire, lighting up my senses and I kissed him back, hard and desperate. His hands roamed as our kiss deepened, his fingertips gliding down my back and along my sides. Just that simple touch made heat seep low in my stomach, and I leaned into him. He was intoxicating.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his tongue pushed between my lips, making me moan. This felt ten times better than any fantasy that ever graced my mind. We were only kissing, but it was better than all the sex I’d ever had.

His hands slid upward, caressing the curves of my breasts through my dress. The action took me aback for a second, but I liked his forwardness. I liked him touching me like I was his, like he couldn’t help himself. His thumb brushed my nipple through the thin fabric, feeling itstiffen, and he groaned, a deep erotic noise.

I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted to touch him more. I wanted to have him. I wanted it so much that it hurt, and I let out a pained whimper.

Suddenly, Cameron pulled away, the absence of his body heat leaving me cold.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I blinked a few times, still dazed. “Nothing.”

“You sounded —”

“No, I…” I swallowed.I liked it.

Silence stretched out beneath us. Had I ruined the moment? I wanted to go back to the way things were.

“I’m sorry,” Cameron said, taking a step backwards.

I stared at him. “Sorry for what?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he continued, not hearing me. “I — shit. I understand if you want me to resign —”

“Cameron,” I said, unable to keep the impatience out of my voice. His fearful eyes met mine. I didn’t want him to be afraid of me. I sighed. “You were right. I was a mess tonight. The truth is —” I pushed past all the voices in my brain shouting at me not to expose myself, not to look weak, not to tell him something he could use against me — “sometimes I’m just sick of this.”

“Of what?” he asked quietly.

I gestured at myself, then noticed that my dress was dishevelled, revealing far more of my cleavage than it wassupposed to. I fixed it up, using my hand to smooth out some of the wrinkles. “Sick of being me. Sick of being a boss. Sick of being responsible, and sick of being in controlall the fucking time.” As soon as the words left me, I froze. I hadn’t meant to say it like that, hadn’t meant to curse. “I guess I reached my boiling point tonight and…slipped,” I admitted, staring at the floor because I didn’t want to look at him. “Sometimes I wish…someone else would take charge.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

It was true though. Sometimes I wanted to be lazy or selfish or reckless, but I never let myself, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt. I was supposed to know better than that. Besides, I was Alison Firth, businesswoman. I had to hold myself to certain standards.

I sensed Cameron step closer, but I kept my eyes lowered, embarrassed after blurting all that out. It wasn’t until he raised my chin that I was forced to look at him. He had a look in his eyes I’d never seen before. There was warmth, but also something darker there too. Determination, perhaps? Resolve?

Then he kissed me for the second time that night, and all my thoughts melted away. If I thought our first kiss had been desperate, this one was dirty. He kissed me hard enough I thought my lips might bruise. One hand played with one of my breasts, making me gasp against his lips, and his other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed.

I couldn’t do anything but hold onto him, grabbing ontohis biceps as he kissed me ferociously. His hand on my backside moved to the front, pushing past the slit in my dress. I sucked my stomach in anticipation and felt his fingertips brush against the fabric of my thong. He pushed it aside, swiping a finger across my sex. I knew I was drenched, and now Cameron knew it too.

“Fuck,” he said. “You really love this, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was supposed to mean, but I didn’t have time to think about it, because Cameron spoke.

“Get on your knees.”

I stared at him. “What?” I rasped.

“Get on your knees,” he repeated, placing both hands on my shoulders. I must’ve temporarily lost my mind, because when he began to gently push me down, I obeyed, my knees thudding as they hit the marble floor.

“Cam—” I began, looking up at him, but my attention was caught by the sight in front of me. The front of his pants were a mere inch from my face and he was hard. The bulge wasn’t small either. I shouldn’t have been surprised, since the rest of him was so big…

When I finally managed to look at his face, he didn’t look like he had lost his mind. In fact, he looked as calm and collected as usual, except for his eyes, which were slightly hooded.

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