Page 8 of The Executive Assistant

He knelt on the carpet, but he was so tall that if he leaned forward, his face would press against my chest. I sat at my desk, and tried to maintain a dignified posture, but my legs were spread, revealing me for what I was: a wanton slut.

A shaky exhale escaped from me as Cameron kissed my inner thigh, lips impossibly warm against my skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “So perfect. Legs spread just for me.”

I swallowed hard when he pulled my undergarments down, leaving my most vulnerable places completelyexposed. I couldn’t breathe as he slid his hands up, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit, I gasped.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered. “You needed this.”

As he rubbed slow circles around that sensitive nub, coaxing soft moans from me, another finger slid down my slit.

“Wet already?” He looked up at me with an expression I knew far too well, amusement glinting in his eyes. He dragged his fingertip up and down, and if I strained my ears, I could hear the humiliating, slick noise.

“You’ve wanted me for so long, haven’t you?” he whispered. “You’ve tried to hide it. You try to pretend I’m nothing more than a slightly irritating employee. But I know there’s nothing you want more than my big hands on you.”

With that, he thrust a single digit inside me. That, paired with his thumb, still gently massaging my clit, made me tremble in pleasure. No. I couldn’t lose control. I couldn’t surrender to Cameron. Not now, not ever.

But…it felt so good…

“You’re squeezing my finger so tight, Alison,” he said, almost playfully. Like he was teasing me. Like it was funny the way my body reacted to him.

He watched me, eyes dark — almost sinister — as he sank another finger inside. Once again, I gasped, but thenlet out an involuntary noise. My stomach was tightening like a coil, and I could feel myself grow wetter by the second. “Oh…” I moaned. “C-Cameron —”

“Be quiet,” he warned. “Unless you want everyone to see you.”

Everyone?

I blinked, then looked around. I was in my office, boxed in by glass walls that put this entire erotic show on display for the whole company. My heart stopped at the sight of my employees whispering to themselves as they watched me. Disappointed and disgusted expressions filled their faces, and panic surged within me. No, no, no —

My eyes snapped open with a start. My bedroom was pitch black and silent except for my heavy breathing. I was sweaty, my hair sticking to the nape of my neck, my sheets tangled in my legs. It took me a few minutes to compose myself after the nightmare — because that’s what it was, a nightmare. Definitely not a wet dream.

After a few minutes, I reached for my phone, which was charging on the nightstand. It was four in the morning — too early to get out of bed, but I didn’t want to risk returning to that dream with those blue eyes looking up at me. He’d been wearing a suit, kneeling on the floor with his fingers —

I shifted my legs uncomfortably, and that’s when I noticed it. To make sure, I reached down and touched the fabric of my underwear. Wet.

Fuck. I grabbed a pillow and covered my face with it, muffling a groan.

CHAPTER FOUR

My day was thrown off because of that stupid dream. At work, I stormed down the hallway, passing by the offices of some of my employees until I reached one of my marketing specialist’s office. I rapped my knuckles against the door and stepped inside.

Austin quickly straightened up in his office chair, abandoning his phone on the desk. He cleared his throat and offered me a sheepish smile. “Alison, can I help you?”

“You can help me by meeting your deadlines and staying off your phone. The website was supposed to be updated yesterday.”

Austin’s eyes widened, looking like a deer in headlights. He was young, but he had been working here for a few years already. He knew what my expectations were, and missed deadlines slowed the whole system down.

“I’m sorry. I ran into some issues and had to reach out toIT,” Austin explained as he gestured to his computer.

I breathed in sharply through my nose. He couldn’t help IT issues, but I doubted he was texting the IT guy on his phone. “I need the website updated ASAP.”

Austin immediately nodded and turned to his computer. “Yes, of course.”

I strode out of his office. Everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers, which was awful, because this was the one place I was supposed to have control.

On my way to my own office, I rounded the corner and nearly ran straight into Stacy, a content manager. I jerked to a stop, as my right heel wobbled. I grabbed at the nearby wall to steady myself, and it was like fuel had been thrown on a live fire.

“Oh! Sorry, Alison,” Stacy apologized, reaching out like she was going to straighten me up. The aggravated look on my face must have made her think twice. “I didn’t see you coming.”

“Neither did I,” I replied, ice seeping into my voice. “I was meaning to talk to you anyway. Where is next month’s content calendar?”

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