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“I didn’t want her worrying about me,” I admit.

“You need to be more careful if you’re going to work on it when we’re out.”

I open my mouth to argue but snap it shut again. He’s right. I could have been keeping an eye on their location, but I was so distracted by getting the room finished. Camilla deserves something good after all the bad she’s been through recently, and I was only trying to push the surprise along a little.

Something tells me I’ll be trying to make up for scaring her for a long while yet.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CAMILLA

Crew: Come to my office, Little Menace.

Aslow smile tugs at my lips. Am I finally getting the punishment he keeps promising? To be fair, things have been pretty turbulent around here the last couple of weeks, so it shouldn’t come as a total surprise that he’s been too busy to enact whatever he has planned for me, but nervous anticipation swirls around my belly as I slip off the edge of my bed and head toward the stairs.

My bare feet quietly pad down the hallway toward his office, and just like all the others, I don’t bother knocking.

I step into the room expecting some kind of hint at what he has planned, but instead I find him sitting at his desk with his phone on speaker as he talks to someone.

I sigh. Damn. I really thought this was it, but instead he’s probably just wanting my opinion on something.

“Can you hold for a second, Christopher?” he asks, his eyes locked on me where I’m standing just inside the doorway wearing nothing but one of Kovu’s shirts, which has become my usual outfit when I’m just sitting around the compound.

He places the phone down on the desk and nods his head. “Come here, Camilla.”

I don’t hesitate to follow his order and move around the desk, coming to a stop between his parted thighs.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No.”

“It’s time for your punishment.”

My brows knit together in confusion as I flick my eyes to his discarded phone before falling back on him again.

“Take my cock out, Little Menace,” he orders.

With a deep breath, I do as he’s instructed, quickly undoing his belt and zipper. His cock pops out, and I smirk. I feel like when he ordered me not to wear underwear in the compound, he quietly agreed to do the same because he never seems to be wearing any.

“Are you wearing panties, Camilla?”

I shake my head slowly. “No, I’m not allowed to when I’m home.”

He chuckles. “It’s good to know you can follow my rules sometimes.”

I swallow my retort about this punishment having nothing to do with me not following his orders and everything to do with me showing him why he should stop avoiding me. Somehow, I think that will only land me in more hot water than I’m already in.

Crew’s fingers brush up my bare thighs, slowly pushing the shirt higher until he’s uncovered my bare pussy. He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat. “Turn around and sit.”

I’m about to ask what he means when he takes it upon himself to move me how he wants me. He spins me so I’m facing away from him before pulling me onto his lap, impaling me on his hard cock.

A startled cry escapes my throat at the sudden intrusion with no warm-up, but the pain quickly morphs into a pleasurable stretch. I shift my hips, but he grasps me around the waist and holds me steady.

“No,” he growls. “You’re going to sit right there while I finish the calls I need to make. You’re not to move. You’re not to come. You’re not to make a sound.”

My eyes widen at the same time my treacherous pussy clenches around him, which earns me a rough chuckle.

“Mmm, my girl likes sitting on my cock, doesn’t she?”

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