Page 46 of The Executive Assistant

I felt like my breath had been stolen away. I didn’t want this to end, but the moment he started playing with my clit, his thumb making soft circular motions, I snapped into a million pieces.

I raked my nails across his back as I came hard, shaking through the ripples of pleasure.

He drove into me one more time, burying his cock inside of me as he finished. He buried his face in my neck, hischest rapidly rising and falling as we both fought for air.

A few moments passed, and then he turned us over so we were facing each other. I suddenly felt exhausted, all my energy and strength fading away, and gave him a sleepy smile.

Cameron pushed my hair out of my face and gazed at me for a few seconds of silence.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.

Cameron smiled a little. “You.”

My stomach filled with flutters, and I had to look away. We lay there together, basking in the aftermath, comfortably silent.

My mind wandered. We hadn’t been dating for long, but things felt different now. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t just casual fun. For so many years, I thought I just wanted him to fuck me, but now I wanted so much more. I wanted to cuddle and to hold his hand and to learn more about him.

I didn’t know much, but I did know that my feelings were deepening by the day.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

One of my favorite parts about hotels was the breakfast buffets.

In my day-to-day life, I didn’t have a big breakfast — usually just a coffee and a piece of fruit. But that morning, I was hungry after last night’s physical activity, and I was excited for a large selection of toast, cereal, fruit salad and hot food.

“Have we got any plans for today?” I asked Cameron as we took the elevator down to the lobby.

“I do. You just relax and let me take the reins.”

Honestly, that sounded amazing. It was nice to take a break from decision making, and I was excited to aimlessly float through the rest of the weekend without a worry on my mind.

“How do you always know what I need?” I ask.

“I’d say it’s part of my job description, but it’s more thanthat,” he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against his side affectionately. “I don’t know. I just get you, Alison.”

We shared a warm look before the elevator doors slid open, and we walked through the lobby to the dining room. The smell of eggs, bacon, sausage, and freshly toasted bread lingered in the air, making my stomach grumble. I grabbed a plate and filled it with everything that caught my eye, later joining Cameron at a table with full plates and cups of orange juice.

“No coffee?” he asked.

“I’m trying to cut down this weekend,” I explained. Over the past few weeks, I’d swallowed an unhealthy amount of caffeine.

We were quiet for a few moments as we ate our food. I picked up my phone, about to open my email app. It was a habit of mine, but I caught myself at the last moment.

I glanced across the table, where Cameron was watching me. I flipped my phone over, screen down.

“I know, I know. No work,” I said.

He smiled. “I’m proud of you.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. It’s nothing to be proud about.”

“But I am,” he insisted. He ran an eye over me, lips quirking. “You often get embarrassed when I compliment you. I’d have thought you’d be used to it by now.”

He was right. Over the years, I’d received a lot of praiseand flattery about my accomplishments. I’d had interviews with magazines and won industry awards. But… “It’s different when you say it.”

He gave me a long look, and my stomach flipped. Shit. Had I said too much?

I looked down at my plate and busied myself with slicing a piece of toast.

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