Page 87 of Taming the CEO

After a forty-minute run, I went to the weight section. As I approached the end of my program, lifting myself up on the bar I'd installed in the doorframe, I heard a loud clang; even with my earphones on, it caught my attention.

I took them off, realizing the noise was coming from the kitchen. Frowning, I hurried upstairs to find Cami was standing at the island.

"Good morning," I greeted her.

She looked up. "Hello, handsome." Her gaze slowly moved down from my face to my bare chest. I never bothered with a T-shirt for my workouts.

"When did you wake up?" I asked.

"Oh, a while ago."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"And interrupt that routine? Is that what's needed to keep that sexy body in shape? Far be it from me to stop you. Besides, I figured I could use the time to get breakfast ready."

I neared the island, and my eyes bulged. She'd made avocado toast, was now frying eggs, and had cut up tomatoes in slices seasoned with something that smelled good. She'd also arranged a few other spreads.

"I can't believe this," I said, "You found all this in my fridge?"

"No, these were from the pantry," she said, pointing at the spreads. Then she looked up abruptly. "I wasn't snooping or anything. I mean, the pantry's off the kitchen," she said quickly.

I shook my head. "I really don't mind. If anything, thanks. Can I help?"

She pointed at me. "Maybe take a shower before breakfast."

"Why, you don't like me sweaty?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

She gave me a sassy smile before putting one finger on my clavicle. She moved it slowly down.

"On the contrary," she whispered. "I love it, but your furniture might not."

I started laughing, kissing one corner of her mouth.

"I'll go right up," I assured her. Then I grinned because she lowered her finger even more until it reached the edge of my boxers. "Cami," I warned.

"Go take that shower. All this sweat reminds me of last night, and it's too early in the day to have sexy thoughts."

I looked at her, clearing my throat, and said in as serious a tone as I could muster, "It's never too early for sexy thoughts."

She narrowed her eyes. "Mm-hmm. I see what you’re doing."

I grinned but then stepped back. I was sweating far too much. There was gym sweat and sex sweat. The latter was tolerable, the former not, so I went back into the gym. It had a bathroom of its own that I typically jumped into right after finishing my workout. I’d kept a change of clothes there too.

After washing up, I returned to the kitchen. She was now putting fried eggs on a plate.

"I'll take this to the table," I said.

"Thank you." She'd already brought the rest.

"You should have waited for me. I would have carried everything over.”

"It's fine. It’s such a pleasure to be in this kitchen. I forgot what it’s like to have space.”

She walked in front of me, which was when I realized she was wearing last night's dress. It looked even more fucking amazing on her in broad daylight. I was transfixed, watching her round, perky ass. The contour of her ass cheeks was even more visible than last night, and there was no panty line.

"Cami?" I asked as we reached the table.

"Yes?"

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