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We flip our cameras at the same time. His gaze meets mine, his eyelids dropping lower every time he strokes his cock. I moan as I feel the beginnings of my orgasm start.

"Oh, God," he whispers, fumbling with his phone. The screen flips again, and I see his hips bucking up, his hand slamming down. I groan, deep and primal. His abs contract right before he starts to come. His cock jerks, and I explode against my fingers. Cameron flips his camera mid-orgasm, and we finish while staring into each other's eyes. He tilts his head back, the strong column of his neck on display. I desperately want to lick it.

"Fuck," he chuckles in disbelief. "I'm going to go wash up. I'll be right back." The screen goes dark as he drops the phone onto the bed.

Holy shit. Had little ol' me just masturbated over video with my crush?

That is the hottest thing I have ever experienced. I prop my phone up against the bedside lamp and pad to the bathroom. I can't believe I just did that. As I wash up, I think about how I would have never done something like this before. I'm proud of myself for pushing my boundaries. I smile as I dry my hands. I'm happy for the first time in a long time. I walk back into the bedroom to see Cameron watching me, his lip caught in his teeth.

"You're fucking sexy, Charlie."

Instead of brushing off the compliment, I thank him.

"I want to stay on with you all night?—"

"But you have an early drive tomorrow, so you're going to do the smart thing and hang up now and then go to bed," I finish for him. He looks like he might argue for a second, but he smiles instead. The kind of smile that allows you to see their soul. And all at once, I know this man is different.

7

Cameron explodes into my flat the following morning. He flings his jacket and briefcase on the couch and folds me into his body, his hands warm and sure on my back. His touch is gentle. Tender. He pulls my face to his, worshipping me with his lips.

"Cameron, was that you?" Millie's sing-song voice floats up the stairs. He holds a finger to his mouth and winks at me, his dimple making an appearance. I stand silently, Cameron's pelvis pinning me to the wall.

"Charlie?" I hear Millie's steps on the stairs.

Sorry, I mouth as I duck away from him and scurry for the door. "Hi, Millie!" I plaster a smile on my face.

"Hi, dear," she stops only a couple of steps from the bottom. "Is Cameron up there? I thought I heard him come in."

"Hullo, Mum." Cameron squeezes my ass as he brushes past me.

"There you are! Ready to get started?"

"Is there anything I can help with?" I ask.

Cameron says, "Yes" at the same time his mother says, "No". She looks at him with reproach. "Don't rope her in, Cameron; she's our guest."

He smirks. "Why don't we let her make that decision?" He turns to me, "We're working on inventory today. Would you like to help?"

"Yes," I say quickly, too quickly. Millie narrows her eyes and looks between Cameron and me like she's trying to figure out a puzzle.

Cameron shoots her a quick smile. "See, Mother? Plus, what's that phrase you always used to say when I was younger? Many hands make light work?"

"Naughty boy. She's our guest."

"You're right, I am a naughty boy." Cameron wiggles his eyebrows at me, grinning.

"Cameron!" I hiss, mortified.

His laugh echoes off the walls, his eyes like sapphires sparkling in the sun.

"Well, come on then," Millie huffs, heading back down to the bookshop.

"Yes, follow the naughty boy downstairs," Cameron whispers. I roll my eyes but follow him anyway.

Five hours fly by, and Cameron's company is the perfect remedy for tedious work.

"Come on!" Cameron whispers to me the second Millie breaks for tea. His hand envelopes mine as he pulls me out of the bookshop. He holds his finger over his lips, motioning for me to be quiet. The door snicks closed behind us; he grins at me – a broad, joyful smile that makes me melt.

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