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CHAPTER EIGHT

I held my breath as Cameron closed the distance between us, lust burning like fire through my body. I tried to fight against it, to remember what was at stake, what I could lose.

If word got out that I was having intimate relations with my assistant, no one would look at me the same again. They would say I took advantage of Cameron because I was his boss. I wouldn’t be ruining only my reputation, but my career as well. Firth Marketing would be destroyed.

My breath hitched as Cameron slid a hand up my leg, his skin warm. I watched, speechless, as his fingertips disappeared under the hem of my skirt. I’d never thought of my thighs as particularly sensitive, but right then they were nothing but nerve endings.

“We can’t,” I managed. “Especially not here. ”

Slowly, he knelt down in front of me, the sight a mirror of my wet dream from all those nights ago. “No one will know,” he said.

How could he sound so certain?

“The blinds are down,” he continued, hand inching higher and higher. “The door’s locked. The walls are soundproofed.”

He rubbed one fingertip against the cotton of my underwear, and I sucked in a breath. I knew, just from the satisfied look on his face, that my underwear damp.

I swallowed, trying to pull myself together. “What about when you walk out of here? What if everyone just sees it on your face?”

He shook his head. “They won’t. I’m good at pretending. I’ve pretended for years I don’t want you with your legs spread for me.” With that, he pulled my legs apart, gentle but firm. My skirt was still covering everything, but sitting like this made me feel exposed. Too exposed.

Perhaps Cameron saw it on my face because he paused. “Alison?” he said, letting go of me. Immediately, I missed his touch.

For a moment, I considered taking the opportunity and putting an end to this. I could tell him to leave. The rest of the day would go as planned. I would work, he’d leave my lunch on my desk, and I’d never have his hands on my thighs again .

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Just — hurry up,” I gritted out.

He grinned, eyes glittering, and he immediately slid that hand back up between my legs, rubbing a finger up and down my slit through thin fabric. “I knew it,” he whispered, looking up at me with satisfaction. I couldn’t get annoyed at his smug expression, though, because there was happiness and relief in his eyes too.

“You’re so tightly wound,” he continued, and pressed his thumb on my clit. Even through my underwear, the touch made me jolt. “There’s nothing I want more than to see you let loose.”

He rubbed slow circles around my clit, and it was torturous . I clutched the arms of my desk chair, my fingernails digging into the leather.

“Look at you. Relaxing already.”

I did not feel relaxed. I wasn’t sitting up straight in my chair like usual, but slumping against it, legs spread wantonly, wanting more , but not letting myself beg for it. Every movement of his fingers made pleasure shoot through my body.

Finally, he pulled my panties down. They were black and looked tiny in his hand. For a moment, I wished I’d worn something nicer today, but I’d worn my usual plain underwear, the same kind I always wore to work.

Cameron though…he was staring at them like they were the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. After a moment, he re turned his attention back to me.

“Want me to touch you, skin on skin?”

My stomach felt tight with anticipation, but I didn’t let myself nod.

Cameron smiled anyway, like he could read my mind. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll do what you want.”

He pushed my skirt up, so he had a better view of what he was looking at. I had a moment to feel embarrassed about being so utterly exposed, the air cool against my hot pussy, before he rubbed my clit, making my vision white out.

He was good at this, his fingers deft but gentle. I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn’t moan, but whimpering noises escaped me anyway. I’d missed this. I’d missed a man touching me this way.

“Good?” Cameron asked, grinning wickedly at me.

I made a muffled noise that was supposed to mean don’t stop.

His smile widened. “I’ve thought about doing this for a long time. Did you know that?” The rhythm of his fingers slowed, like he wanted me to pay attention. I blinked rapidly, trying to get control of myself.

“I remember the first time we met. It was for my interview, remember? You had your hair back in a tight ponytail. You were beautiful, of course, but even then I could tell you were uptight. Even back then, I wondered what you would look like when you lost control. ”

Then, before I could respond, he pushed my thighs even more apart and pressed his hot mouth flush against my center. I gasped, pleasure rolling through my entire body as his tongue caressed me, adding to the wetness that was already there.

I couldn’t help myself — I moaned helplessly, and had to slap a hand over my mouth when he licked my clit. Sensation crackled through me, leaving behind tingly warmth.

His mouth moved down, teasing my entrance with the tip of his tongue. Oh god. He — he wasn’t going to, was he?

“C-Cameron.” My voice was shaky.

He pulled away and looked up at me. “Yes?”

I tried not to notice how shiny his mouth was.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“I’m your personal assistant,” he said. “It’s my job to deal with all your needs.” He lowered his head and thrust his tongue inside me, and one of my hands flew to his hair, gripping the soft strands as he tongue-fucked me with enthusiasm, eating me out like he was starved.

He hummed in pleasure as I tugged on his hair, the vibration rumbling against my sensitive clit.

“Oh…” I lightly gasped as I tilted my head back, my legs beginning to shake. With every lick and tease, more and more heat generated within my body, spreading to every single inch of me .

He dragged his tongue over me before sucking my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me buck my hips against him. He tightened his hold on my thighs, anchoring me in place.

A faint whine sounded in the back of my throat, my back arching as much as it could while I sat in the chair. My fingers curled in his hair, lightly pulling when my pleasure peaked higher and higher. He pushed a finger inside of me, and I gasped. The pressure intensified as he added another finger, thrusting them deep as his tongue continued to roll against my clit.

Something tightened in my stomach. I was about to shatter.

Cameron curled his fingers just right, and bliss ravaged my entire shaking body, my toes curling as I came. Cameron dragged my orgasm out for an additional moment, pressing a lingering kiss against my clit and slowly sliding his glistening wet fingers out of me. His eyes locked on mine as he placed the fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.

God. He was trying to kill me.

After a minute, I became aware that I was a panting puddle of a person. How long had it been since I came that hard?

Cameron smiled up at me. He was still kneeling on the carpet. “Was that good for you?”

“Fuck,” I said .

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He looked so pleased, so proud of himself. He stood up, visibly hard through his pants.

I couldn’t move, my legs still like jelly. But slowly, the warm aftermath of my orgasm faded away, and all the stress I had earlier came rushing back.

We just broke several company rules in the workplace . It was one thing getting involved with each other outside of work, but this was a whole other level of policy violation.

I pushed myself to my feet, stumbling a little as my legs threatened to give out. I grabbed the edge of my desk for stability, only for Cameron to place his hand over mine. My eyes shot up to his. “This can’t happen again,” I said.

He frowned. “I thought you enjoyed it.”

I pulled my panties off the floor and pulled them up. My skirt was wrinkled, and I smoothed the fabric out with my hands. “I did,” I said, not looking at him, “but this is inappropriate.”

“Why?” He sounded hurt. “We’re two consenting adults.”

I shot him a frustrated look. Was he being dense on purpose? “Because I’m your boss!” I said. “You could sue me for sexual harassment, for god’s sake.”

“I came onto you,” he said.

“Yeah, like a judge will care about the technicalities,” I said sarcastically. “It’ll look like I’m abusing my power as your employer.”

“I’d never sue you,” he said quietly .

“If people found out, I’d be ruined,” I said. “It’d be a scandal.”

“Men fuck their secretaries all the time, and no one blinks an eye,” he said.

“That doesn’t make it ethical.”

Cameron looked at me for a long time. I thought he might argue, but in the end, he just nodded. The air between us flattened and died. I felt like a cruel bitch, putting an end to this when he’d just made me feel so good. When he’d looked so proud of himself. But I had to make things clear, because this couldn’t become a habit.

“I’ll let you get back to work, then,” he said. With that, he left the office, closing the door behind him.

I remained in the silent room, shielded away from the rest of my company. For a moment, I felt unbearably lonely, but I pushed the emotion down. I’d made the right decision.