Cameron gripped her hips and brought her back as he thrust forward. She cried out, and he almost stopped, but Trish reached back and bracketed his wrist with a hand. “Harder, Cameron. I need more.”
“I need it, too.” He gave himself over to the feel of fucking her, her pussy clamping tight on him with every stroke, her cries and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. She came with his name on her lips, and he followed her willingly over the edge with a curse of his own.
As Cameron slumped onto the mattress next to her, he was struck by the thought that he might follow this woman anywhere.
* * *
Trish stared at the ceiling and wondered when the hell her life had taken a hard turn into crazy town. Was it when she moved back in with her parents after college? When she’d agreed to take the job working for Aaron? The second she set eyes on Cameron O’Clery?
Wherever the tipping point was, the end result had her naked and breathing hard with the taste of Cameron lingering on her lips.
She’d loved every second of it.
“Aaron can’t know.”
She closed her eyes and counted silently to five—and then to ten. “Did you think I was going to run straight from being in bed with you to call my brother and tell him we just had sex?”
A pause and, despite not looking at him, she could almost see the gears turning in Cameron’s head as he mentally replayed what he’d just said. He cleared his throat. “That wasn’t tactful.”
“You think?”
His big hand settled on her stomach. “Trish, look at me.”
She didn’t want to. Opening her eyes meant having to fight to reclaim the mask, and she didn’t have the energy right now. Being bright and positive had been her go-to thing for so long, she didn’t always notice she was doing it. It barely took effort anymore to smile and make people’s days better.
It took effort with Cameron. So much freaking effort. Mostly because he insisted on demanding the truth from her over and over again.
He skated his hand up the center of her chest to cup her jaw. “Trish.”
She sighed and opened her eyes. If Cameron O’Clery was devastating in the office while wearing clothes, he was downright heartbreaking naked in bed with her. Something about his expression looked softer here, as if some artist had painted him in gentle golden tones. His dark skin stretched over an impossibly broad chest, drawing her eyes south, ever south, to where the sheets hid the lower half of his body from her view. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thanks.” He huffed out a laugh. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ve never done anything like this before. It has me all fucked in the head, and I’m even less tactful than normal.”
“I didn’t think that was possible.”
Another of those soft laughs. “That makes two of us.” His smile dimmed. “But since we’re in an uncomfortable position on two fronts, we have to talk about this.”
She knew that. Really, she did. She had just hoped to get to enjoy the afterglow from the glorious sex for a few minutes before they jumped right into talking about the nitty-gritty details. Trish forced herself to smile. “Sure. We can’t tell Aaron. I’m aware of that.” Her brother didn’t usually fall into overprotective jerk mode, but there was a first time for everything. Beyond that, he already had enough to worry about with his new baby and a wedding to plan.
Cameron seemed to weigh his next words. “Our relationship while on the clock can’t change. We’re already blurring the lines too much as it is. If we let it bleed over into Tandem Security...”
“We won’t. It’s as simple as that.” She glanced at the clock. “What are the odds our food is still warm?”
His laugh rumbled through her body in the most delicious way possible. “Even I can take that hint.” Cameron pressed a light kiss to her temple that she felt all the way to her toes. “Let’s feed you and then we can go over the next steps.”
For a second, she thought he meant they were going to detail the rules and boundaries for sex versus no sex, but as he pulled on his pants and headed for the door, Trish realized he’d already made the jump back to business. She stared after him. What the hell did I get myself into?
You know exactly what. This is what you wanted.
It was. She just had to remember that, as she navigated a new existence where she knew what it felt like to come on Cameron’s cock.
Trish touched her hair, but it was a lost cause. She’d need another shower to have any hope of taming it, but since their first meeting was tomorrow, it’d have to do for now. A quick rummage through her suitcase for something comfortable to wear, and she walked out to find Cameron setting out the food on the table.
He glanced at her and went still. “What is that?”
She froze. “What?”
“What are you wearing?”
Oh. That. She glanced down at the oversize shirt she’d bought on a whim. It had Minnie Mouse on it and, now that she thought about it, it was probably something a child would wear. “You have a problem with Minnie?”
“I have a problem with the fact that you need to eat, and I see you in that and all I want to do is toss the food and have you on the table instead.”
“Oh.” Trish blinked. “Oh.”
Cameron shook his head. “Sit down and eat something.”
For the first time in well over a week, she found herself enjoying his abruptness. Trish sank into her seat and grinned. “Is it that the shirt is large enough to fit three of me that gets you going? Or is it a secret Minnie Mouse fetish?”
He set her fish and chips in front of her and dropped into the seat opposite. “You could wear a paper bag and I’d still want to tear the damn thing off you.” He picked up a french fry. “It’d be easier to get into than most clothes, so there’s something to be said for that.”
“You just made a joke.”
“I do that on occasion.”
“Huh.” Trish took a few bites. That seemed to satisfy him that she was going to eat instead of waste away before his eyes, because Cameron set to his food with a single-minded focus she’d only ever seen in athletes and big dudes. When she’d eaten as much as her stomach could handle for the time being, she sat back and found him watching her. “What?”
“I don’t get it.”
“There’s a legion of things you don’t get.”
He frowned at her, completely undeterred by her attempt at humor. “Aaron is good at making people around him happy, but he’s not a people pleaser in the strictest sense of the word. He has no problem telling me to fuck off when the situation calls for it, and he’s ended more than a few client relationships when things went south. It didn’t tear him up to make that call.”
She saw where this train of thought was going, and almost derailed it. Cameron had made abundantly clear that he wanted sex-them and work-them separate, but here in this suite with her body still aching from the wonderful things he’d done to it, the line had already blurred. She took a sip of bottled water. “There wasn’t a question in there.”
“I’m getting to it.” He sat back, the muscles in his chest rippling in a way that made her clench her hands to keep from reaching for him. Cameron gave her another of those searching looks where it almost seemed like he could read her mind. “I’ve met your parents. They’re decent people, and your older sister runs more traditional than either you or Aaron, but she’s not a basket case.”
“Did you just call me a basket case?”