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CHAPTER SIX

Desire spread through me like wildfire, lighting up my senses and I kissed him back, hard and desperate. His hands roamed as our kiss deepened, his fingertips gliding down my back and along my sides. Just that simple touch made heat seep low in my stomach, and I leaned into him. He was intoxicating.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his tongue pushed between my lips, making me moan. This felt ten times better than any fantasy that ever graced my mind. We were only kissing, but it was better than all the sex I’d ever had.

His hands slid upward, caressing the curves of my breasts through my dress. The action took me aback for a second, but I liked his forwardness. I liked him touching me like I was his, like he couldn’t help himself. His thumb brushed my nipple through the thin fabric, feeling it stiffen, and he groaned, a deep erotic noise.

I could feel myself getting wet. I wanted to touch him more. I wanted to have him. I wanted it so much that it hurt, and I let out a pained whimper.

Suddenly, Cameron pulled away, the absence of his body heat leaving me cold.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I blinked a few times, still dazed. “Nothing.”

“You sounded —”

“No, I…” I swallowed. I liked it.

Silence stretched out beneath us. Had I ruined the moment? I wanted to go back to the way things were.

“I’m sorry,” Cameron said, taking a step backwards.

I stared at him. “Sorry for what?”

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he continued, not hearing me. “I — shit. I understand if you want me to resign —”

“Cameron,” I said, unable to keep the impatience out of my voice. His fearful eyes met mine. I didn’t want him to be afraid of me. I sighed. “You were right. I was a mess tonight. The truth is —” I pushed past all the voices in my brain shouting at me not to expose myself, not to look weak, not to tell him something he could use against me — “sometimes I’m just sick of this.”

“Of what?” he asked quietly.

I gestured at myself, then noticed that my dress was dishevelled, revealing far more of my cleavage than it was supposed to. I fixed it up, using my hand to smooth out some of the wrinkles. “Sick of being me. Sick of being a boss. Sick of being responsible, and sick of being in control all the fucking time .” As soon as the words left me, I froze. I hadn’t meant to say it like that, hadn’t meant to curse. “I guess I reached my boiling point tonight and…slipped,” I admitted, staring at the floor because I didn’t want to look at him. “Sometimes I wish…someone else would take charge.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

It was true though. Sometimes I wanted to be lazy or selfish or reckless, but I never let myself, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to handle the guilt. I was supposed to know better than that. Besides, I was Alison Firth, businesswoman. I had to hold myself to certain standards.

I sensed Cameron step closer, but I kept my eyes lowered, embarrassed after blurting all that out. It wasn’t until he raised my chin that I was forced to look at him. He had a look in his eyes I’d never seen before. There was warmth, but also something darker there too. Determination, perhaps? Resolve?

Then he kissed me for the second time that night, and all my thoughts melted away. If I thought our first kiss had been desperate, this one was dirty. He kissed me hard enough I thought my lips might bruise. One hand played with one of my breasts, making me gasp against his lips, and his other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed.

I couldn’t do anything but hold onto him, grabbing onto his biceps as he kissed me ferociously. His hand on my backside moved to the front, pushing past the slit in my dress. I sucked my stomach in anticipation and felt his fingertips brush against the fabric of my thong. He pushed it aside, swiping a finger across my sex. I knew I was drenched, and now Cameron knew it too.

“Fuck,” he said. “You really love this, don’t you?”

I wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was supposed to mean, but I didn’t have time to think about it, because Cameron spoke.

“Get on your knees.”

I stared at him. “What?” I rasped.

“Get on your knees,” he repeated, placing both hands on my shoulders. I must’ve temporarily lost my mind, because when he began to gently push me down, I obeyed, my knees thudding as they hit the marble floor.

“Cam—” I began, looking up at him, but my attention was caught by the sight in front of me. The front of his pants were a mere inch from my face and he was hard. The bulge wasn’t small either. I shouldn’t have been surprised, since the rest of him was so big…

When I finally managed to look at his face, he didn’t look like he had lost his mind. In fact, he looked as calm and collected as usual, except for his eyes, which were slightly hooded.

Without saying a word, he unzipped the front of his pants. I watched, frozen, as he pulled out his erection.

Oh, fuck .

His cock was thick and flushed a deep, angry pink. I’d never seen any like it before, and realized with horror that my mouth was watering. He smelled clean, like soap, but also masculine.

It was getting warmer and wetter between my legs with every second.

“What are you waiting for?” Cameron asked. “Suck it.”

I blinked up at him. “Suck it?” I repeated.

“Yeah.” His voice was lower than usual.

“Cameron, I…” I unconsciously wet my lips. God, his cock was huge, and it was right in front of me, almost touching my lips. If I stuck my tongue out, I would be able to taste him. “I don’t understand,” I finished.

“What, you’ve never sucked a cock before?” he asked.

I shook my head. I had, but never like this.

“Come on, you know you want to,” he continued.

I whipped my head to look up at him, my brows drawn together. “What are you…what…I don’t…” God, I’d literally lost the ability to talk.

He reached down, pushing a hand gently through my hair. “You got so wet for me,” he said. “And now, you’re looking at me like you’re starving. You want someone to take charge. You don’t just want it — you need it.”

I parted my lips, but was unable to say something.

“When was the last time you got laid?” he continued. “Is it even possible to enjoy yourself, when you’re wound up so tight?” He smiled. “Just do what I say. Let me make all the decisions. Be a good girl for me.”

I wanted to, I really wanted to. But there was still a fragment of rationality left. “I can’t,” I whispered. “You’re my employee.”

His expression didn’t change — the reminder that he was my subordinate clearly didn’t bother him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You look at me like you’d crawl over burning coals to suck my cock.”

My stomach swooped at his filthy words.

“You want this,” he said.

Part of me wanted to get angry at his arrogance, but he was telling the truth. I did want this — in fact, I’d never felt so turned on in my life. It was as if every one of my bones was on fire.

I could stand up right now, walk out, and call for security to throw him out. I could fire him for sexual harassment. I could slap him and tell him he was out of his mind.

I could, but I didn’t. I just kneeled there, barely noticing the uncomfortable marble underneath me, staring at his hard cock.

“Come on, Alison,” Cameron said. “Make me feel good.” A pause. “Or…are you waiting for guidance?”

Something in my expression must’ve answered him, because the next thing I knew, one of his hands was one the back of my head. He slowly pushed me forward, until my lips pressed against his erection, sending a shock through my body. I hesitated only for a second before giving in, opening my mouth and letting him slide in.

If he looked big, he felt twice as large between my lips. I widened my mouth as much as I could, but could only take half of him inside. For a moment, I adjusted to the size of him, then pushed back, letting saliva coat the length of him. As I pulled away, a string of spit connected my lips to the tip of his dick and I heard him groan above me.

Without wasting any time, I used both of my hands to spread the wetness all over his length. I was worried about losing balance but he kept me steady, hand gentle but firm on my head.

Once his entire cock was sufficiently slick, I took him in my mouth again, letting my tongue flatten against the heaviness of him while my hands moved up and down the base, rotating from side to side.

“Fuck,” Cameron breathed. “Who knew you were so good at giving head?”

I looked up at him, and I probably looked ridiculous, lips stretched out, but his grip on my head tightened and I felt him pulse in my mouth.

“I shouldn’t be surprised. I always knew that underneath it all, you were a slut.”

His words made me shiver. If someone asked me yesterday whether I’d like it if a guy called me a slut, the answer would be hell no. But something about the way Cameron said it …

I bobbed my head up and down and he moaned, long and low.

“Such a good cocksucker, aren’t you?”

I should have been offended. I should have felt humiliated. But his words, dirty as they were, were wrapped in pleasure and praise and I liked it. I was so, so wet.

I wish I had something to rub against, some friction, but there was nothing, nothing but flat, cold marble. Both of my hands were occupied. I desperately wanted something inside me, or something pressed against my clit, but I had nothing.

Well. If sucking cock was the only thing I could do, I’d do it well. I amped up the speed, letting the hardness between my lips get wetter and wetter until it was soaking with spit. Nasty, naughty noises filled the room — the sound of wetness and Cameron’s groans.

If I couldn’t touch myself, I’d chase those moans. Every noise he made went straight to my clit.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he said. “Shit, Alison…”

Even though my mouth was full as it was, I tried hollowing my cheeks anyway, creating a suction.

He hissed, tipping his head back so I could see the column of his throat, the underside of his jaw. When he looked down at me, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“You look so hot like that. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? Push you to your knees and force my cock into your pretty mouth? See those perfect lips stretch around me. You’re so good. You’re so fucking good. And you love it, don’t you? Getting on your knees for your assistant. You’re always bossing me around, pretending you don’t like me, but look at you now. Look at you now,” he repeated, voice rough.

I whimpered. I could feel him throbbing, could taste salty pre-come on my tongue.

He gritted his teeth. Tightened his grip on my head, until he was almost tugging my hair. “I’m gonna cum,” he said, and the next moment, he shot down my throat.

I swallowed as quickly as I could, not wanting to gag. His hand loosened on my hair and he stood there, catching his breath.

I remained on my knees, breathing in deeply. My jaw hurt. My pussy pulsed.

Cameron tucked himself back into his pants and helped me up to my feet. I felt boneless, dazed.

“You did such a good job,” he told me, and kissed my forehead. “Come on. Let’s go home.”