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“I can just see you now on the sidelines in a suit, salt and pepper hair, keeping your sexy poker face,” I said as I pumped his thick dick and kept his watchful gaze before I took the whole of him in my mouth.
Cameron hissed as I pulled my lips away with a pop and pumped him vigorously with my hand. He grinned down at me. “Is this your fantasy or mine?”
I grinned back. “Maybe a little of both?”
He grunted as I put my lips back on him and took him to the back of my throat. “You aren’t such a bad coach yourself,” he murmured, fisting my hair.
Abbie’s Mac: Why exactly did you call this meeting here, sir?
Cameron sat comfortably on his side of the table as I surveyed his dress. He looked gorgeous in a cream sweater with a cuffed collar, dark jeans, and light brown boots.
I swear to God the man looked camera-ready no matter the day.
His hair had grown a bit longer and it suited him.
Cameron’s Mac: Because we’ve been spending a lot of time in bed. I need you at a safe distance.
Tilting my head, I gave him an incredulous look.
Abbie’s Mac: Are you really cockblocking yourself right no
w? I think I can control myself, Cameron Bledsoe.
Cameron’s Mac: Well, I can’t. How ’bout them apples. And did you just first and last name me, witchy woman?
Abbie’s Mac: Did you just Good Will Hunting me, Coach Bledsoe?
We both typed at the same time.
Cameron’s Mac: Maybe.
Abbie’s Mac: Maybe.
Cameron twisted his lips and then licked them. I could tell he was just as ready to eat up the annoying distance between us. Whatever reason he had us on opposite sides of the fence was apparent in his frown.
Maybe we had been spending a lot of time in body worship, but we were only making up for endless days of staring at each other and trying to live out our fantasies.
And those had added up. Two of our months together had been behind our Macs.
As of late, I was spending a lot of time at the office running the day to day while Kat prepped the staff in endless meetings to implement our changes. We were down to the wire and had barely been able to share a cup of coffee since the New Year.
Cameron was wrapping up basketball season.
Though we slept in the same bed, we didn’t see each other as often as we wanted, which only made us hungrier. I didn’t see the harm and told him as much in a message.
Abbie’s Mac: Are we having an argument right now about how much we love having sex?
Cameron’s Mac: I’m more attracted to you than any woman I’ve ever been with, than any woman ever. I’m addicted to your taste, your smell, the sounds you make when I’m touching you. But that’s not how we came to be us. I don’t want the physical outweighing our connection.
I studied him then narrowed my eyes.
Is this where the other shoe drops? Is he letting me down gently?
Cameron’s Mac: No reason to be suspicious. I mean it. I want to keep us grounded. I don’t want to lose what we have.
Abbie’s Mac: What is it we have?
Cameron’s Mac: Nothing I’m willing to proclaim in lieu of telling you privately. But it rhymes with fucking incredible.
