Page 27 of The Executive Assistant

There was a knowing look on Cameron’s face, and he wasn’t afraid to let his eyes stray, allowing them to roam over my figure and sultry attire.

The silence lingering between us deepened and intensified, my chest tensing with each nervous breath.

“I’m heading out! Food is in the fridge!” Riko called from the kitchen, breaking the silence.

“Thank you, Riko,” Cameron called back, before turning back to me. When the front door opened and shut a few seconds later, he smiled and reached out for me, his hands resting on my hips. “You look incredible. Where were you going dressed like this?” he asked in a low voice.

I couldn’t lie.

“I went out to get a drink with someone. Russell McArthur, if you remember him.”

Cameron frowned. “From the charity auction.”

“I was trying to get you off my mind,” I admitted.

Cameron lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “But you’re here now.”

I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Again, I’m sorry for showing up out of the blue. This is so unprofessional — ”

Cameron pressed a finger to my lips, cutting me off. “Don’t apologise. And Alison? Let’s make a promise not to talk about work or professionalism right now.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Cameron slid his hands around to the small of my back, coaxing me closer until there were mere centimetersbetween our bodies. “I’m glad you came,” he whispered.

My hands glided up his strong arms, my fingertips tracing the grooves of his biceps. “Yeah?”

Cameron leaned closer, his lips brushing my jaw. That single touch stole the breath out of my lungs, and my eyes fluttered shut. He closed the distance between us, his lips capturing mine in a heated kiss.

My breath hitched, but I didn’t even care about oxygen right now. All I cared about was how good it felt to kiss him.

Cameron grabbed the back of my thighs, easily picking me up and carrying me over to his bed to drop me down onto the sheets, which smelled like they’d been freshly laundered. He pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, and I stared, open-mouthed. This was the first time I’d seen him shirtless. Sure, there’d been that moment in the rain several weeks back, when his soaked shirt hinted at his muscles. But now, seeing all that skin, all those hard ridges…

My mouth felt like it was literally salivating.

He crawled over me, pushing me down on my back. “You look so sexy in this dress,” he said in a low voice, dragging a possessive hand down the length of me. He buried his face in my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses against every sensitive spot that he found until I was squirming beneath him.

“Cameron,” I whimpered.

He slipped a hand under me and unzipped my dress, slowly peeling it off my body to reveal the lacy lingerie I had on underneath.

Suddenly, he paused, ripping me out of the moment.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, panic spiking.

He slipped a finger in the hem of my thong. “You put this on for Russell McArthur, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said honestly. “It should’ve been for you.”

“Promise me you won’t even think of going to him again,” he said. “If you ever need to get fucked, come to me. I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling slightly breathless. “I promise.”

“Good girl,” he said.

Warm pride spread throughout my body as I leaned up to press a gentle kiss against his chest, my fingers roaming over his firm abs. I had thought about doing this more times than I could count.

Cameron breathed in deeply as I kissed my way lower, his fingers sifting into my hair. He tightened his grip and coaxed me to lift up before I could reach the waist of his pants. “Take off your bra and lay back.”

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