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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As the end credits rolled at the end of the first episode, I stretched my legs out in front of me, nuzzling my cheek against Cameron’s chest as I leaned into his side. “I liked it. What about you?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” Cameron said, stretching an arm around my shoulders. “Frank’s suspicious, though.”

“Frank? No, I’m sure Kane’s the culprit. He won’t let anyone in his house.”

“Well, we’ll just have to see which one of us is right. Want to watch another episode?”

I glanced at the time on my phone, and was shocked to see it was already seven o’clock. “You get started,” I said, standing up and taking our finished bowls to the kitchen. I popped them into the dishwasher, then pointed down the hallway in the direction of my office. “I’m just going to check a few emails. ”

I always checked emails in the evening. Hell, I usually checked my emails every hour. It was almost a compulsion at this point.

Cameron frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re going to do some work.”

I shook my head. “I’ll only check emails. I’ll be half an hour, tops.”

He nodded slowly. “This explains why you’re always up to date with everything. You never take a break, do you?”

I shrugged. Admittedly, I felt guilty, because I did have a guest over. But Cameron should have understood. He worked with me, after all. “It’s not a big deal. It’ll make me feel better if I check, and I won’t be long.”

If we were at the office, Cameron would’ve nodded and let me go. But instead, he stood up and walked over to me. “You should rest. You worked all day today, and there is a whole eight-hour workday waiting for you tomorrow when you can check as many emails as you like.”

“Work doesn’t exhaust me like you think it does. I love what I do.”

“Fine,” Cameron said, reaching out to rub my shoulders. “But tonight, give it a skip. For me.”

How could I refuse when he looked at me like that?

“I can’t start the next episode without you. You won’t understand what’s going on.”

“I can fill in the blanks,” I countered.

He shook his head. “I came over to spend time with you , Alison. Not sit on a couch by myself.”

As much as my fingers itched for the familiar keyboard of my home computer, I knew he was right. If my mother was here, she’d admonish me for being a bad host. And to the tell the truth, I did want to watch the TV show with Cameron. I wanted to sit on the couch together, with his arms around me.

“Alright,” I said, defeated. I told myself that I had been silly — my company wasn’t going to be destroyed just because I took one night off. Besides, how was I supposed to figure out if things were going to work between us if I didn’t actually invest my attention and time into this relationship?“Let’s go watch that episode.”

Cameron grinned, and it was adorable. It was unfair how he could go from hot and assertive to cute, with that big, gorgeous smile.

“Do you want dessert?” I asked, pulling away from Cameron’s arms to check the fridge.

“I don’t have a big sweet tooth,” Cameron said, following me. “This body doesn’t maintain itself.” He shot me a smile to show he was half-joking.

I hummed, checking the freezer. “I don’t have ice-cream or anything, but I have frozen berries if you want that?”

“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 more episodes, 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 finger back 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.

Cameron groaned and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling the strands back from my face as he watched me bob my head. “That’s good. You suck my cock so well.”

I breathed in deeply through my nose, pushing my limits with more ease and comfort now. The more inches I took in, the more my eyes teared up, but neither of us minded. He definitely didn’t.

“You’re so beautiful. All teary-eyed. Lips around my cock,” Cameron murmured as he brushed his thumb along my flushed cheek.

My stomach twisted with desire as I sped up, feeling his cock harden even more as I edged him closer to orgasm.

“Not yet,” Cameron said as he pulled away from me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I want to be inside of you when I come.”

I nodded with eagerness and grabbed a condom for him from my bedside table before returning to the bed. Instead of him crawling over me, he dropped down onto his back and pulled me on top of him, coaxing me to straddle his waist.

My heart raced as I ground against his cock, moaning softly when my clit grazed the tip. Even that little bit of friction felt like ecstasy, and things were only going to get better. I lifted up on my knees and lined his cock up with my soaking wet entrance before slowly sinking down on his hard length.

“Oh…” I breathed, as I fully took him inside of me. I had to take a moment to get used to the tight fit all over again.

Cameron ran his hands over me, squeezing my thighs and my hips. “Incredible.”

I placed my hands on his chest, steadying myself as I rose my hips and then sank back down on him. I repeated the motion over and over, dropping down faster and harder each time until I bounced on his lap just like he wanted me to.

“Fuck,” Cameron groaned as he watched me ride him. He dragged a hand through his hair, his body tensing.

I watched his reactions, getting more and more turned on just by the sight of him. Pleasing him felt as good to me as pleasing me felt to him. He was nowhere near the selfish lover that I predicted Russell to be.

I rocked my hips back and forth, changing the angle and hitting a spot inside of me that almost made me double over with pleasure. My legs weakened, my strength fading into bliss, but I kept moving. We were both so close.

Cameron grabbed my hips, helping me move on top of him. His breathing started turning more into heavy pants and grunts. “Come here. ”

I felt his hand on the back of my neck, dragging me down for a deep kiss. I cupped his cheek, my heart fluttering as our kiss became more passionate.

Cameron let go of my hips and caressed my back, holding me close like he never wanted to let go of me. He kissed his way along my jaw toward my ear, his hips lifting to thrust into me as I sank down on him. “Can’t get enough,” he murmured.

I couldn’t respond — I was too overcome by pleasure and breathlessness. Just as I tried to form a response, he lifted his hips, adjusting the angle enough for his cock to hit that one spot over and over.

I broke the kiss, unable to stop myself from crying out as I came, clenching around his cock and leading him to orgasm too with a few more deep thrusts. He grabbed my waist with his free hand, stilling me as his cock settled inside of me. He breathed in deeply, his eyes shifting to mine. We held each other’s gazes for a few moments before he pulled me down for a sweet, slow kiss.

My heart hammered in my chest as our lips brushed and moved in perfect rhythm. I hadn’t ever been kissed so passionately before, and I could’ve kissed him like that forever if we didn’t need to breathe to survive.

“That was amazing,” I told him as I trailed my fingers along his jaw, enjoying the light scrape of his stubble.

He smiled and stroked my hair. “You know you’re incredible, don’t you? ”

Because of work, I was used to getting attention and praise. It all meant a lot to me because I worked so hard to do the things they praised me for. But this was different. I couldn’t believe I had him, in my bed, telling me I was incredible.

To my own shock, I felt a burning sensation in my eyes.

No. I wasn’t a crier.

“What’s wrong?” Cameron asked, brow furrowing.

“Nothing.”

He gave me a pointed look. “I’ve been around you enough to know when something is on your mind.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m just really enjoying this,” I told him.

His face softened. “Me too.”

I lowered my forehead to his, closing my eyes and basking in how good it felt to be so close to him. I pushed him away for so long, denying myself of the happiness that I didn’t even expect to feel.

Deep down, I knew this wasn’t some fleeting crush or bout of lust. This was something more.