I smirk. Every time. Every damn time we get into a elevator.
“Well, she should have given me that pay rise I asked for,” I reply flatly.
His eyes dance with mischief as they hold mine.
“Then I wouldn’t have to take my payments into my own hands,” I add as I brush my hands over my hips. “I do love it when your wife’s away, though. Do I look good in her dress?”
A woman behind me gasps.
He smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. “You look good in her dress, but not as good as you will look underneath her husband,” he replies darkly
I drop my head to stop myself laughing, and he squeezes my hand in his.
“I’m disgusted,” the woman behind us whispers to her husband.
“It’s going to be disgusting alright,” he mutters under his breath. “Disgustingly dirty.”
I squeeze his hand again. Oh my God… what next? Where does he get this shit?
“Oh my goodness,” The woman gasps as the door opens and he pulls me out. We both burst out laughing and stumble across the foyer and out onto the street. Then he drags me around the corner and is on me. He has me pinned to an alleyway wall, his lips searing mine, his hard erection promising me bad things—disgustingly dirty things, just like he just told everyone in the elevator.
“One day somebody from an elevator is going to put a picture of you on Facebook with the heading ‘Do you know this sleazebag?’”
“Or his nanny.” He laughs and dips his head to suck on my lips. His tongue has a certain edge in it tonight. He’s in his rough mood—the one I love so much.
“Can we go back to my house before we go to yours?” he breathes as his arousal starts to become uncontrollable.
“Good idea,” I murmur as he grinds me hard with his hips.
That’s code for I want to fuck you loud and noisy.
He turns out onto the street and puts his arm up with renewed determination. “Taxi!”
Twenty minutes later, Cameron is leading me through his house and up the stairs in the darkness. And it just so happens I have my own little surprise waiting for him. I slipped over here this afternoon and got the things ready while he was at my house with Owen. I pretended I needed to get some groceries.
We walk into his bedroom to find a large mirror up against the wall and an armchair in front of it.
He frowns as he looks around the room. “I have a little surprise for you tonight, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk.
I lead him to the chair and I sit him down in front of the mirror. “Back in a minute,” I whisper with a tender kiss.
I walk into the second wardrobe and close the door behind me. It’s filled with my things now and I grab the outfit I need. I got Tiffany to borrow one of the lap dancing uniforms as well as a dark wig from the club. I quickly put them on and then reapply some hot pink lipstick, just like the night I first danced for him.
I find the song on my phone and I giggle at myself in the mirror. Who would have ever thought I would do anything like this?
Cameron Stanton makes me gah gah crazy.
I walk back out and stand in front of him. He inhales sharply. I’m wearing short, leather, caramel hotpants with coffee, knee-high boots and an organza see through top. Not to forget my long, dark wig.
It’s just like the two occasions I danced for him in the club, only this time we’re alone and he can have whatever he wants from me.
He hisses in approval and sits back, rearranging the erection in his pants. “Fucking yes,” he whispers.
I get on my knees in front of him and hit play on my phone. The sexy beat plays out.
His eyes widen.
“Somebody told me that I suck a good lollipop,” I whisper.
His eyes widen as he glues the puzzle pieces together. “Owen has a big mouth.”
I giggle as I pull him forward in the chair aggressively and spread his legs.
In slow motion, I unzip his pants as my eyes hold his. His mouth hangs open as he watches me and the backs of his fingertips dust my face.
“How can I service you tonight, sir?” I whisper as I kiss his cock.
He flexes it in approval.
I lick the length of him and close my eyes. God, he’s so fucking hot.