Page 88 of Taming the CEO

"Are you wearing any panties?"

She looked over her shoulder. "That's such an odd question."

"Are you?" I insisted.

"No."

Fuck me, she's commando. I stepped right up behind her, hitching her dress up to her waist and cupping both buttocks.

She moaned and pressed back into my palms.

"I had to touch them. I had to." I kissed the back of her neck like I'd meant to all morning. "I love your hair. Your neck is on display all the time."

"Mm-hmm," she murmured.

I let her dress fall, taking a step back.

"Change your mind about fondling me?" she teased.

I shook my head. "Nah. But I was starting to get dangerous ideas."

"Right. Like what you were doing wasn't dangerous already."

"No, that was foreplay," I said.

She blushed as we sat down at the table. This was the first time I was eating breakfast the morning after with someone at my house. I wouldn't call myself a man whore, but I just never did breakfast the next morning. Usually my dates and I had a mutual agreement. Most times, we didn't even spend the night together.

But having Cami here felt right. I'd loved seeing her in my bed, but it was even better seeing her in my kitchen and now at the table.

She closed her eyes as she bit into the avocado toast. She’d sprinkled cheese on it, too, which added extra flavor and texture.

"I don't want to sing my own praises, but this is delicious."

"I'll sing your praises," I said after chewing my bite. "You're very good at this."

She opened her eyes, smiling. "Thank you. I'm more of a baker than a cook, but I do okay with breakfast."

It seemed we were both starving, so we ate quicker than I thought possible. An idea was percolating in my mind, and after we cleaned the table, I asked, "Do you have anything on your schedule today?"

"Usually the weekends are very busy at the park. But with this weather...” She shrugged.

I went up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and bringing my mouth to her ear. "Then spend the weekend with me. Stay here at the house."

Turning around, she bit her lower lip. Why was she hesitating?

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck yes."

“I can stay for the day, but I have dinner with Dad in the evening.”

“Then I’ll take the day.”

"You don't have any plans with your family? Or, you know... at all?"

I groaned. "Fuck, I do. Let me just cancel them."

"No, don't do that on my behalf."

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