Page 63 of Taming the CEO

I shrugged. "Why not? It's annoying that they always change the content they have included with the subscription. Like this, I can watch them anytime I want."

"All right," he said, and then his eyes fixed on the screen. "I see you're a fan of fantasy and rom-coms."

His voice was somewhere between horrified and incredulous. I could barely fight laughter.

I cleared my throat. "Yes, but we could also continue watching the detective show from last night. What do you usually watch?"

He scratched his jaw, and the sound made me realize he had a five-o'clock shadow. It wasn't visible yet, but I yearned to reach out and see how it would feel against my fingers.

Cami, get your shit together. That’s not going to happen.

"I watch a lot of NBA games and crime shows."

"Ha, I love a good crime show. But they're not exactly uplifting, are they? And what's better on days spent indoors than watching movies that make you feel good?"

He didn't reply, but the way he looked at the screen told me that he absolutely didn't think either the fantasy or the rom-com option would lift his mood.

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

He focused on me. "You think this is fun, huh?"

"Oh, I really do. Your expression is absolutely hilarious."

He sat on the couch and moved closer to me. "I'll show you what's funny."

He reached for my armpit, tickling there. I shrieked with laughter. Holy shit, I hadn't expected that. I angled my arms to the sides of my body to cut off his access to my armpits, but now I was ticklish everywhere.

He trailed his fingers on my belly under the sweater, and once again I started to shriek. I lowered my arms, completely forgetting about pressing them to my sides. His fingers brushed farther up on my belly, and I laughed harder until the back of his fingers touched the underside of my breast.

I gasped, the laughter sticking in my throat. A moan came out instead, and I froze.

He took his hand away, eyes wide. I looked straight at him and licked my lips.

"Maddox," I whispered.

"Fuck, Cami, I'm sorry. That was completely out of line."

"You couldn't have known I wasn't wearing a bra." I laughed nervously. "And I thought putting on this old sweater would mean I was safe."

He frowned. "You don't feel safe with me?"

Chapter Fifteen

Maddox

Fuck, that didn't sound good.

"No, that's not what I meant," Cami said. "I saw the way you looked at me before... in the nightgown.”

“You were so fucking sexy," I replied.

"Hence why I put on the sweater. I figured it wouldn't tempt you.”

"Cami, let's get one thing straight. You’re a walking temptation for me, no matter what you wear."

"Maddox," she muttered.

She licked her lips, and I couldn't keep myself in check anymore. I leaned over her, pressing my mouth to hers. She immediately opened up for me, and I kissed her long and deep, moving my tongue slowly, exploring her. She tasted like mulled wine; she must have taken a sip while we cleaned up.

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