Page 13 of Property of Camo

“Baby,” he says, his voice smooth like melted chocolate.

Camo looks at Aston, and I see his body stiffen the second he sees the bruises. Aston’s body fills with tension, sensing the anger rolling off Camo.

I sigh, stepping closer to Aston, placing a hand on his shoulder and offering him support and reassurance.

“Aston, this is Camo. He is the Vice President of the Kings of Anarchy. He is not here to hurt you or me.” I lower my voice.“Why don’t you go back downstairs to see if Rocky needs any help?”

He looks between Camo and me, like he wants to stay and protect me if he can, and for that, I admire this kid even more. With a nod, he walks past Camo with his head held high and his shoulders back, eyeing him up, showing him that he is not scared of him.

The door closes behind me and I am alone with the man who knows every inch of my body inside and out.

“Why are you here, Camo?” I fold my arms across my front, leaning my butt on the edge of my desk.

There are four desks in the large space that is our office. With each of us needing our own space as we all offer something different, it just made sense that we each have a work space.

“Missed you” is all he says while closing the distance between us.

I scoff at his reply, shaking my head.

I know that he has not missed me; he is not that type of man, but he is the type who buries himself deep under your skin and you have to fight to get him to leave.

I was asked on a date yesterday, and I was so freaking tempted until Camo’s face flashed in my head, and I declined, but believe me, I am having regrets now.

“You mean you missed my body and an easy lay.”

He shrugs, my body coiling at his words. “You do have a fucking tight pussy, baby.”

My body tingles with the sound of his deep voice, making my panties grow wet as my arousal builds the closer he gets to me. Hands gripping the edge of the desk hard, keeping them from reaching out and touching him, I watch him descend on me.

“I know,” I brag.

He has told me time and time again that I have the tightest pussy he has ever had, and that is thanks to Kegel exercises.

Camo stops in front of me, his feet on either side of mine as he leans in. His large hands rest on my desk, caging me in.

I can feel his hot breath as he breathes me in. One thing Camo likes to do is scent me; he has made a note of different body washes and lotions that I use.

“Missed that smart mouth, too.”

“Well, you know where I have been. It was you who left and stayed away.” I act indifferent, but I know he can smell how turned on I am.

“You know what this is, Sky.” His eyes narrow a little as he stares right into my eyes.

I shrug, looking right back at him.

“I did and I do, but do you not think that I deserve more?”

He licks the front of his teeth, his nostrils flaring, before he moves in, dropping his head to the crook of my neck, kissing gently at first, then he sucks. Hard. The pain goes straight to my core, making me drip for him.

Shit.

His hands move, one going to the small of my back, the other quickly, smoothly slipping down the front of my workout leggings, going directly to my cleft, his fingers finding my swollen clit and he presses hard.

It is like an on-switch for him.

“I can give you more orgasms, baby. My fingers, my cock, and my mouth have missed you. So, you are going to be a good girl and let me fuck you, giving us both what we really want.”

“I can orgasm whenever I want, Camo. That is not what I am talking about and you know it.” I whimper the last part as he slips two fingers inside of me.

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