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DREW
Last night, when I finally went to bed, Camille was already asleep. When I woke in the morning, she was already gone but I could see the fresh
tearstains on her pillow.
Even though I hated the fact that she was this upset about the picture, there was nothing that I could do about it. The picture was out there. There would be another scandal that would come along soon to bury it.
Hell, with the skills I heard she had, I wouldn’t be surprised if the picture was already buried.
That was why I headed straight for her office as soon as I got to work.
I didn’t bother to stop at my office first or check in with Rick to see what I had missed over the course of the weekend. I doubted it was much, although with the entertainment industry, it was possible that I missed a lot.
That didn’t matter right now though. I needed to see Camille and make sure that she was alright after last night. Then we needed to figure out what we were going to do.
There was still another hour before the rest of the staff would start to filter in. She and I had that long to at the very least come up with an explanation
for the picture. We both needed to be on the same page, even though I was tired of hiding our relationship.
Camille looked up as I walked into her office, shut the door, and locked it. I could see the dark bags beneath her eyes, and I knew that she had barely gotten any sleep. She had been tossing and turning through most of the night. “Hello,” Camille said as I rounded the desk and leaned against the wall. “Is
there something I can help you with?” “You were gone when I woke up.”
She shrugged and tapped the end of her pen on the desk. “I had to get up early. I needed to get some work done to bury the picture and it was easier to do that while nobody else was here.”
“I really think we should just come clean about all of this,” I said as she stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. “What are you doing?”
She shrugged. “It’s still early. Tyson and Clarke aren’t here, and the pregnancy hormones are making me horny.”
I rolled my eyes, even though my cock was hardening. “Aren’t you the one who said that we shouldn’t be seen together in public anymore? What happened to not taking risks?”
Camille kneeled on the ground, her blouse open to reveal her creamy skin and the black bra she wore. Her fingers made quick work of my belt and zipper.
“Camille, we have to talk about this.”
“And we will,” she said as she cupped me through my boxer briefs. “But there is no way that I’m going to be able to get through the rest of the day while thinking about you fucking me on my desk.”
I groaned as she slipped her hand into my underwear. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and she gripped it tight, stroking it and running her thumb
over the head with each pass. “Camille, this is a bad idea.”
“Don’t really care right now, Drew. Now, you can either pull down your pants and put your cock in my mouth, or you can get the hell out of my office.”
I groaned and pushed down my pants and underwear as she continued to stroke. Camille moaned as I sank my hand into her hair, driving my cock deeper into her mouth as her cheeks hollowed. She looked up at me with wide eyes as I rocked my hips faster, groaning as her tongue swirled around my head.
“Get up,” I said, letting go of her hair and taking a step back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. She licked her lips, still eyeing my cock as she got to her feet. “Sit on the edge of your desk and keep your fucking mouth shut.”
Camille unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles. I groaned and gripped my cock when I saw her lack of underwear. She perched on the edge of her desk, spreading her legs wide.
“Play with yourself. Make yourself come while I watch.”
Camille’s eyes flashed with heat as she slipped off her blouse and reached behind her back. The moment her bra dropped, I was glad that she still had her curtains pulled shut, hiding her office from the view of the surrounding buildings.
She rolled a nipple between her fingers while her other hand drifted down her body to her core. Camille swirled a finger around her clit, her eyes locked on me as she moaned. Her fingers moved faster as she pinched her nipple harder.
I stroked my throbbing cock, aching for release as she plunged her fingers inside her pussy and started rocking her hips. Her moans grew louder until I
clamped a hand over her mouth.
“We don’t want the rest of the office to hear you,” I said, my voice low and husky as her legs started to shake. “The sounds you make when you come are ones I’m not fucking sharing with anyone else. You come for me and me alone. Not the entire fucking office.”
My words combined with her thrusting fingers sent her flying over the edge. Camille’s back arched, her breasts pushing toward me. I kept my hand clamped over her mouth as I looked down, watching her wetness coat her fingers.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up, sucking her fingers into my mouth. Her eyes were hooded, heat in her gaze, as I sucked her fingers clean. With each flick of my tongue against her fingers I savored her sweet taste.
“If I fuck you, you’re going to need to be a good girl and keep your mouth shut.”
Camille nodded, her fingers raking down my torso lightly as she hooked a leg around my hip and pulled me to her. She leaned back against the desk, bracing herself on her forearms as I entered her in one fluid motion.
Her mouth was pressed in a thin line, but I could still hear her soft moans as I rolled my hips and drove myself deeper. Camille’s pussy clenched around me as I set a lazy pace, stroking her inner walls as I played with her nipples.
I rolled the sensitive buds between my fingers as she writhed against me, trying to build friction between us. I chuckled, pinching her nipples and pulling out completely before driving back into her hard.
“Good girl,” I said as she kept quiet.
Her inner walls shuddered around me at the praise, and I knew that she was nearing another orgasm. I rolled her nipples hard before gripping her hips.
Camille’s legs wrapped around my waist, keeping me close as I drove into her. I buried myself to the hilt with each thrust, trying to feel as much of her pussy wrapped around me as possible.
I needed more. I needed her to come on my cock while trying not to scream my name. Camille moaned as I took one of her legs and lifted it up, my chest pressing into the back of her thigh as she lay back against the desk.
My cock was throbbing as I rocked my hips faster, building friction as her orgasm rolled through her. Her wetness coated my cock while her pussy milked me. I groaned as my cock hardened before I filled her with my release.
When I pulled back, I could see our mixed releases coating her thighs and dripping onto her desk. My cock started to harden again as she smirked at me and looked down at the mess we had made.
Once we were cleaned up, Camille sat back down behind her desk. I stood by the door, my arms crossed over my chest. I didn’t trust myself to get any closer to her. If I did, I knew we weren’t going to finish having our conversation.
The wicked look in her eyes promised me as much.
“Camille, I’m tired of hiding what we are to each other. I don’t want to keep hiding us anymore.”
She sighed and bit her bottom lip for a moment. When she looked up at me, I could see that she was at war with herself.
“Okay,” she said finally, taking a deep breath. “We’ll tell them this afternoon before I lose my nerve.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “Sneaking around is getting too hard. I don’t want to keep lying to our friends.”
I grinned as I crossed the room. Camille tilted her face to me as I leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss. Her fingers weaved into the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me closer.
“I have something to tell you before we tell our friends,” I said as I pulled away.
“What’s that?” “I love you.”
Her mouth dropped open before it spread into a slow smile. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down for another kiss. I knew that smile would be burned into my mind for the rest of our lives.
“I love you too. Now, go call a meeting with your business partners so we can have a frank discussion about our sex lives.”
I nodded and sent Clarke and Tyson a quick message. Moments later, I opened the door to Camille’s office and saw my business partners heading into the conference room. When I looked back at Camille, the color had drained from her face.
“Are you going to be okay if we do this?” I asked.
“I’ll be fine.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down. “Leigh and Haley are already suspicious.”
“So is Tyson.”
“Then I guess we’re doing this.” I stepped out of her office and took a deep breath.
She stood up and followed me to the conference room. Tyson and Clarke were already sitting down in the leather chairs when we entered. They looked up and Clarke’s eyebrows raised when Camille stood beside me at the head of a table.
“You wanted to have a meeting,” Clarke said, his gaze still flicking
between the two of us.
Tyson smirked and crossed his arms. “I was right.”
“Okay, great, let’s put this all on the table now,” Camille said.
I reached down and took her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. Clarke’s eyebrows climbed higher up his forehead—if that was possible at this point—and Tyson shook his head, his smirk growing.
“We thought you should know that we’re dating. Now, before either of you two start to voice an opinion, I’m going to tell you now that I love her and I’m not going to stop dating her.”
Clarke’s lips pressed together in a thin line as his icy glare focused on me. I stood taller and met his glare with a calm gaze. I knew that they thought of Camille as their little sister, but I loved her. I wasn’t going to back down just because they were going to play the protective older brother roles.
“You’re going to have to fill out paperwork,” Clarke said as his shoulders relaxed and a slight smile crossed his face. “I’m not happy that either of you kept this hidden.”
Camille sighed. “Well then you’re really not going to be happy when you find out that we’re having twins together. However, these are our lives, so you don’t really get an opinion.”
In that moment, I wished that I had a camera to capture the looks on their faces. I didn’t think their mouths could open any wider. Clarke looked like his eyes were going to fall out of his head.
Tyson laughed and got up from his seat, pulling Camille into a hug. She grinned and I could see the tension leaving her body.
Clarke congratulated her too before taking me aside. Tyson chattered away, keeping Camille busy and distracted.
“This better not be one of your games,” Clarke said, his tone stern.
“Camille is family. I’ve seen how you’ve changed in the last few months. I want to believe that you’re with her for the right reasons and I’m happy for you. You both deserve all the happiness in the world.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Clarke nodded and turned to Tyson and Camille, pulling her into another hug. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. This had gone better than I thought it would.
I wasn’t looking forward to the stacks of paperwork I knew we had to fill out, but I was excited.
There was no more hiding our relationship. Camille and I were finally in a good place.