Page 37 of The Executive Assistant

“Sounds perfect.”

A few minutes later, we were back on the couch, sharing a bowl of frozen berries and entirely engrossed in the thriller TV show. We ended up watching two moreepisodes, and I was just about to start the third when I felt Cameron running a finger under the hem of my skirt.

I looked up at him, and he gave me a sly look. “I’ve been thinking about tearing this skirt off of you all day.”

“We’ve been watching a TV show about murder, and you’re still turned on?” I teased.

“To be honest, it’s been a bit hard to concentrate with you in my arms.”

I laughed softly. “Come on. I’ll show you my bedroom.”

I stood up, took his hand, and led him down the hallway. After we entered the bedroom, I sat on the edge of my king-sized bed, watching Cameron look around.

“This is exactly how I’d imagine it’d look like.”

“Like how?” I asked.

“Clean. Huge. Pretty.” He walked across the carpet, passing by some framed artwork of flowers and gardens, towards the floor to ceiling windows that showcased the city. He drew the curtains, then walked over to me, standing between my legs.

When he leaned down to brush his lips against mine, we kissed deeply, and I immediately got to work unbuttoning his shirt. I was dying to see the work of art under his clothes again. Just as I managed to shove his loose shirt off his shoulders, I was pushed back so I was lying on the bed, legs hanging off the edge.

He knelt down in front of the bed, tugging my red panties down my legs. “Red, hmm? Looks good on you.Looks better off, though.”

He pulled them off, dropped them on the floor, then started kissing his way up my legs, making me feel like I was melting into the bed. Then he grabbed the inside of my thighs and pushed them apart. He groaned. “I thought about this all day. Do you know how much you drive me crazy?”

I sat up on my elbows, feeling myself grow wet just from looking at him kneeling between my legs. He looked so good there. “I was hoping you could show me.”

Cameron grinned coyly before playfully biting my inner thigh, making me gasp. “I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask for it.”

I blushed. “C-can you —”

“Use your words.”

Oh screw it. “Taste me,” I begged. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”

His breathing deepened, as he parted my folds with his fingers to expose my clit. When he dragged his tongue over the sensitive nub, I moaned and writhed. He chuckled softly, and it vibrated against my clit. “I’ve barely gotten started. Feels that good, doesn’t it?”

“So good,” I breathed out, my cheeks heating. My hips lifted on their own, chasing his touch as he lapped at me again.

Cameron glided a finger over my slit, teasing my entrance before pushing it fully inside. He pulled his fingerback out, cursing beneath his breath at the sight of how wet I already was for him. “You’re so good for me, baby.”

His praise made heat swirl low in my stomach. I gripped the bed covers on either side of my body to keep myself from desperately writhing beneath him, the sound of my quick, faint breathing filling the room. “Only for you.”

He brushed his tongue over my clit over and over, and his finger sank inside of me again before pulling back out in slow, shallow thrusts, preparing me.

My eyes fluttered shut as the sensations crashed together and built up, bordering on overwhelming but feeling too good to stop. I was on fire, the pleasure burning all throughout me.

Cameron added another finger, working them inside of me as his tongue flicked and stroked. I thought he was dedicated and enthusiastic at work, but when he was between my thighs…

“Oh, fuck… I’m…” I gasped, feeling too hazy to finish my sentence. The intense pressure blew apart, sending vibrations of bliss through me, and soon I was shaking.

Cameron worked me through my orgasm, drawing it out even longer by slowing the licks against my clit until I was too sensitive to handle even that. He slid his fingers out, licking them clean before standing.

My eyebrows lifted in intrigue when I saw a visible ridge in the front of his work pants. “I could help you take care of that.”

Cameron smirked as he worked off the rest of his clothes before approaching me. “Oh, really?”

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his cock so that I could slowly stroke him. My eyes shifted up to his just as I leaned forward to slide my lips over the tip.

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