Page 63 of Already At Risk
I already couldn’t remember the question.
“What I would have found. If I let my fingers drift higher between your soft thighs, if I dragged them over the fabric of your underwear. Would it have been wet?”
I swallowed a groan. Already in my pajama shorts, I wasn’t wearing underwear right now, but I knew exactly what I wouldhave found between my legs if I were. I knew what Ididfind when I left Cameron’s office earlier.
“Yes,” I admitted on a sigh. “Drenched, actually.”
“Jesus fuck,” Cameron muttered.
The roughness of his voice sent a thrill through me.
“What about now?” he asked, sounding desperate for the answer.
A muted cry left my lips as I slipped a finger between my legs, testing, as though I didn’t already know what I would find. My head fell back against the pillows at the glide of my finger over my clit, coated with arousal.
“Natalie,” Cameron grunted when I was silent. “Tell me.”
“Wet,” I breathed on an exhale. The only word I could get out.
“I know,” he said, more relaxed now. Almost like he was reassuring me. “If I was there, I would do something about it, too. That pretty pussy needs attention, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” My most transparent confession yet. “I’ve been needing it all day.”
“Needing who, Sunshine?”
“Needing you.”
I’d been hot and bothered and on edge since the moment I walked out of Cameron’s office earlier. Our conversation, the way he’d touched me, talked to me, all of it made me needy for more. Made me feel like things were unfinished.
“Good girl,” Cameron praised. “I need you being honest with me like this.”
I nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see me as I stroked my finger deeper, barely withholding a gasp.
“You know I would have spread you out on my desk this morning if I could have,” he added, dropping his voice another degree. “I would have taken care of you, Sunshine.”
I bit down on my lip, picturing that. Cameron lifting me onto his desk, hiking up my skirt, spreading my legs, and then?—
“For now, I need you to do it.” His voice sounded tight, barely restrained. “Touch yourself. Pretend it’s me.”
I was way ahead of him. I dragged a fingertip through my wet slit, letting myself imagine that he was the one doing it, that his fingers had trailed all the way up my thigh and swiped beneath my nonexistent underwear. A pleasure-filled sigh left my lips, the only response I managed for Cameron.
But he didn’t seem to mind.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “I can already tell you’re going to follow directionssowell, Natalie.”
I flushed from his praise, my entire body heating from the inside out. I pressed my lips together, stifling an even louder cry as I circled my fingers around my swollen clit, giving it the attention it deserved.
“Oh, fuck,” Cameron cursed, seeming to have heard me anyway. “I wish I was there. I want to see your fingers between your thighs. I want to see you touch yourself while you think about me. I want to see what you do while you’re alone in that nice, big bed of yours. How you make yourself come when you watch those dirty little videos. You do that, right?”
“I have.” No point lying to him now. I wasn’t coherent enough to even try, not as pleasure flooded my body, spurred on by Cameron’s words, the images that he was describing, the idea that he might see me, watch me. The warmth of his eyes, I could practicallyfeelit.
“You’re going to show me.” It was a promise and a threat all at once, and my entire body shuddered. “You’re going to show me what you like, okay?”
“I thought that was your job?” I countered between panting breaths. “To show me what I like.”
“I need to understand you in order to give you what you need, Natalie. You wanted slow and controlled. That’s what I’m going to give you. I’m going to take my time, learn you inside and out, and then I’m going to make you see fucking stars.”
“Cameron,” I groaned.
