Page 46 of Never Bargain with the Boss
When I go into the dimly lit room, he’s sitting at his desk, the glow of the computer brighter than the lamp in the corner or the overhead chandelier.
“Are you working?” I demand, incredulous that he’d do that instead of going to get Grace.
He stands up, cold eyes pinning me in place. “Of course I am. It’s the only thing that’d have any chance of keeping me here and not racing over to Hannah’s to demand some fucking answers about what’s going on.”
Oh, okay. He’s not just working and got caught up, and he didn’t prioritize that over Grace. He’s pissed and looking for any potential outlet. That’s understandable, because I’m feeling the same way.
“Well, I’m not sure I’ll be any help in calming you down because I offered to beat Hannah up for Grace.”
He stares at me for a long beat and then rolls his eyes like I exasperate him, which I probably do. “Of course you did.” His eyes narrow into little slits as he adds, “You didn’t actually do it, did you?”
“Maybe,” I deadpan. “Just a little.”
Because that long stare gave me a chance to realize something else—Cameron is drunk. Not falling down, sloppily so, but definitely a bit hazy-eyed. That must be why he couldn’t go get Grace, and if I know Cameron, he’s been chastising himself ever since he got that text. He holds himself to a high standard, and for him, an evening of recklessness when he thought Grace was in good hands will most assuredly fail to meet that standard.
My anger fades quickly. I don’t need to be mad at him. He’s already mad enough at himself.
He walks to the other side of the room, flopping onto the leather couch there, with his legs spread wide and arm stretched out on the back. His other hand scrubs over his face. “What happened?” His voice is tight, like he’s readying himself for nearly anything.
I clod over to the couch, slip my boots off, and sit down too, but suddenly realize that without my anger coursing through me, being in my nightgown around Cameron makes me feel nakedly vulnerable. It’s perfectly respectable, or else I wouldn’t have gone to get Grace in it, but Hannah’s dad isn’t Cameron, with his blue eyes locked onto me like his X-ray vision can blast right through the printed waffle-knit material to see that I’m not wearing a bra or panties underneath it.
I wrap my arms around myself and curl my legs beneath me, tucking the fabric over my knees in an attempt to hide my body. Cameron doesn’t miss a thing and must think my awkward position is because I’m cold, because at the touch of a button on the remote beside him, the electric fireplace roars to life.
I lick my lips, trying to figure out how to tell him what Grace told me in a way that won’t have him running out the door to hunt Hannah and Liam down, or picking up the phone to send Cole to do the dirty work.
“There’s a boy,” I start.
His teeth make a grinding sound and his eyes go stone cold.
And that’s pretty much how he remains the entire time I report what Grace told me.
CAMERON
“You enjoy being a cocktease, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” Riley smirks at me, one brow lifted as she tilts her head like ‘what’re you gonna do about it?’ But her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, letting me know exactly what she wants me to do.
I laugh, amused at her transparent teasing. “Maybe-nothing. You walk around here with your belly button begging for me to kiss it, your ass swinging like you want me to smack it, and those tits just out of sight, tempting me to push those cut-off shirts up and suck them till you cry out my name.”
Her eyes flare, telling me I’m right on the money.
“That’s not going to happen, though,” I tell her, watching the disappointment flicker through her smile. “You know what cockteases get?”
“What?”
I run my hand into her hair, the pink spilling over and through my fingers as I grip it tightly in my fist to bring her ear to my mouth. “Their mouths filled with cock,” I growl.
She whimpers, and a satisfied smile tries to steal across my mouth, but I force my lips to turn down, frowning hard and lowering my voice. Barely a rumble, I add, “And if they do agood enough job sucking and swallowing and letting me fuck their face, maybe they get their pussy filled too. You want that, Riley?”
“Yes,” she gasps, turning liquid in my hand. I let the momentum of her sag take her to her knees.
She looks up at me, her mouth open to take me and her tongue out and coated with saliva to ease my way. Fuck, I’m going to come before I even get in her throat.
I grind my hand against my dick, groaning at the touch that feels so good, but not as good as she’ll feel. Ready for more, I yank my pajama pants down and wrap my finger and thumb around my base, squeezing tightly until a clear drop of precum oozes out of my crown.
Her eyes drop, widening when she sees me. “You can take it.” Her eyes jump back to mine, doubt hiding in their depths. “You will take it.”
The sexiest smile I’ve ever seen ghosts across her lips, and then she opens her mouth wide again, taking me into the warm, wet heaven of her throat, inch by glorious inch.