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Fuck. What the hell had he just walked in on? She pulled the covers up, but he’d seen enough to know that she’d been touching herself.
He was instantly hard as nails, his c**k jumping beneath his trousers. Her flushed face was guilty, but seeing her like this made it impossible to back out of the room.
“What am I supposed to do with you now, hmm?” Smith said, looking at her sprawled on the bed. “Report you to HR?”
Cam gasped, pulling up the covers further. “Get out!”
“Oh, I don’t think so, darling,” he said, closing the door behind him. He untied his bow tie, moving toward her slowly.
“I swear, I’ll scream,” she threatened shakily.
“Scream all you bloody like,” he said, stopping to toe off his shoes. “We’re the only ones staying in this wing. No one will hear you up here. And any
