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She went still with a shudder. “It’s not enough. I need your cock.”
The words made him harder than he’d ever been. He forced himself to give the small of her back the same care and attention he’d spent on the rest of her body, but he was more than ready to meet her need as he nudged her knees farther apart and notched his cock in her entrance. He fed her inch after inch, keeping her still with a hand on her hip until he was sheathed to the hilt. He closed his eyes, but the sight of her was too much to resist.
This time, there would be no holding back. He needed this—her—too much.
Cameron gripped her hips and brought her back as he thrust forward. She cried out, and he almost stopped, but Trish reached back and bracketed his wrist with a hand. “Harder, Cameron. I need more.”
“I need it, too.” He gave himself over to the feel of fucking her, her pussy clamping tight on him with every stroke, her cries and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. She came with his name on her lips, and he followed her willingly over the edge with a curse of his own.
As Cameron slumped onto the mattress next to her, he was struck by the thought that he might follow this woman anywhere.
Trish stared at the ceiling and wondered when the hell her life had taken a hard turn into crazy town. Was it when she moved back in with her parents after college? When she’d agreed to take the job working for Aaron? The second she set eyes on Cameron O’Clery?
Wherever the tipping point was, the end result had her naked and breathing hard with the taste of Cameron lingering on her lips.
She’d loved every second of it.
“Aaron can’t know.”
She closed her eyes and counted silently to five—and then to ten. “Did you think I was going to run straight from being in bed with you to call my brother and tell him we just had sex?”
A pause and, despite not looking at him, she could almost see the gears turning in Cameron’s head as he mentally replayed what he’d just said. He cleared his throat. “That wasn’t tactful.”
“You think?”
His big hand settled on her stomach. “Trish, look at me.”
She didn’t want to. Opening her eyes meant having to fight to reclaim the mask, and she didn’t have the energy right now. Being bright and positive had been her go-to thing for so long, she didn’t always notice she was doing it. It barely took effort anymore to smile and make people’s days better.
It took effort with Cameron. So much freaking effort. Mostly because he insisted on demanding the truth from her over and over again.
He skated his hand up the center of her chest to cup her jaw. “Trish.”
She sighed and opened her eyes. If Cameron O’Clery was devastating in the office while wearing clothes, he was downright heartbreaking naked in bed with her. Something about his expression looked softer here, as if some artist had painted him in gentle golden tones. His dark skin stretched over an impossibly broad chest, drawing her eyes south, ever south, to where the sheets hid the lower half of his body from her view. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thanks.” He huffed out a laugh. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It has me all fucked in the head, and I’m even less tactful than normal.”
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
Another of those soft laughs. “That makes two of us.” His smile dimmed. “But since we’re in an uncomfortable position on two fronts, we have to talk about this.”
She knew that. Really, she did. She had just hoped to get to enjoy the afterglow from the glorious sex for a few minutes before they jumped right into talking about the nitty-gritty details. Trish forced herself to smile. “Sure. We can’t tell Aaron. I’m aware of that.” Her brother didn’t usually fall into overprotective jerk mode, but there was a first time for everything. Beyond that, he already had enough to worry about with his new baby and a wedding to plan.
Cameron seemed to weigh his next words. “Our relationship while on the clock can’t change. We’re already blurring the lines too much as it is. If we let it bleed over into Tandem Security...”
“We won’t. It’s as simple as that.” She glanced at the clock. “What are the odds our food is still warm?”
His laugh rumbled through her body in the most delicious way possible. “Even I can take that hint.” Cameron pressed a light kiss to her temple that she felt all the way to her toes. “Let’s feed you and then we can go over the next steps.”
For a second, she thought he meant they were going to detail the rules and boundaries for sex versus no sex, but as he pulled on his pants and headed for the door, Trish realized he’d already made the jump back to business. She stared after him. What the hell did I get myself into?
You know exactly what. This is what you wanted.
It was. She just had to remember that, as she navigated a new existence where she knew what it felt like to come on Cameron’s cock.
Trish touched her hair, but it was a lost cause. She’d need another shower to have any hope of taming it, but since their first meeting was tomorrow, it’d have to do for now. A quick rummage through her suitcase for something comfortable to wear, and she walked out to find Cameron setting out the food on the table.
He glanced at her and went still. “What is that?”
