My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 38: Let Me Remind You (1)

Cammy stared at Greg, speechless. It wasn’t just that she had left his villa without a word or even a note; it was the fact that he was also her boss, and she couldn’t afford to lose her job.

"So, should we do it again, Cammy?" Greg repeated, his voice cutting through the silence as she stood frozen. When she still didn’t respond, he stepped closer.

With each step Greg took, Cammy instinctively moved back until her back hit the edge of the sink counter.

"Silence means yes, right? Should I take it as a yes?" Greg said, now just a foot away from her.

Cammy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally spoke, "We agreed it was only that night. This is inappropriate. You’re my boss, and I’m just an employee."

"But you did say ’fuck,’ while thinking of me, didn’t you?" Greg replied with a smirk.

"I didn’t mean it like that! I was swearing, not implying anything," Cammy defended, her voice shaky.

"Oh, really? How about your text message? I can still remember you warned me. Do you think that I even care about that stupid warning of yours?" Greg moved in closer until his chest pressed against hers. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, and leaned in to breathe in the scent lingering on her neck. "You smell amazing."

Cammy tried to push him away, but Greg pressed harder, making sure she could feel how aroused he was.

"Please, let me go... Sir," she begged, her voice barely a whisper.

He clicked his tongue, his tone dark. "What did I tell you that night? Maybe you forgot after sneaking out, treating me like some kind of disposable toy. Let me remind you then." Greg gripped the back of her head and crushed his lips against hers.

"Mmm!"

Cammy struggled, but his strong arms pinned her in place, leaving her unable to escape. She felt his tongue invade her mouth, weakening her resolve as her knees buckled beneath her. Greg’s grip tightened, keeping her from collapsing.

He took one of her arms and placed it around his neck, silently urging her to hold on.... And she did.

Cammy clung to him, wrapping her arm tightly around his neck as if it were her only anchor. Her free hand found its way to his hair, her fingers threading through it.

’What the hell am I doing?’ she thought, but her body betrayed her as she responded to his kiss with a fierce hunger of her own.

Greg’s hand wandered from her back to her arm, finally resting on her breast, causing a moan to escape her lips. His mouth left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, and she gasped at the sensation of it.

"Cammy... Please, be mine," Greg whispered softly into her ear, teasingly biting her earlobe before sucking on it.

"G-Greg..." she breathed out, her voice unintentionally seductive.

’Damn... Why does my name sound so sensual when she says it?’ Greg thought, capturing her lips once more.

His self-control was slipping fast, the urge to devour her was overwhelming. But another thought crossed his mind.

’I’ll make you want me the way you made me crave you! No woman’s ever done this to me!’

He slid his hand beneath her pencil skirt, pulling her panties aside as his fingers ventured further. He moved slowly until he reached her wet entrance.

’Damn, she’s already soaked!’ Greg thought, clinging desperately to the last bit of his restraint.

’Oh God! Cammy, push him away!’ she screamed internally, but her body refused to obey.

She felt his fingers tease her soaked core, playing with her wetness, tempting her further. When he started rubbing her clit, a moan escaped her lips as he kissed her deeply.

’Don’t do it, Cammy! Stop him right now!’ she scolded herself again, but the pleasure from Greg’s touch was too much for her, and her body wanted more.

Just as she summoned the strength to push him away, he slid two fingers inside her, making her moan even louder. He released her lips, and by instinct, she covered her mouth with one hand, while the other clung to him for support, her legs turning weak.

Greg held her firmly by the waist, not letting go. He kissed her neck, whispering, "I love how wet you are for me," as he quickened the pace of his fingers.

"G-Greg... Ahh... P-Please, s-stop..." Cammy whimpered, but Greg only smirked.

"No," he replied, curling his fingers to stroke her inner walls, intensifying her pleasure. She gripped him tighter as her body sold her out.

Cammy rested her head on his chest, biting down on her hand to muffle her moans. Her mind was unraveling, lost in the sensation. All she could think of was Greg and how good he was making her feel at that moment.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Greg asked, his voice hoarse with desire, the need building up inside him like a caged beast.

’Say no, Cammy! Don’t let him do this!’ she screamed internally.

Greg knew exactly how to touch her, where to press to bring her over the edge. When she didn’t respond, he took it upon himself, to hit that spot perfectly, sending her into a wave of intense pleasure.

"Ahh! Y-Yes... Greg... Fuck! D-Don’t stop... Ahh!" she moaned, immediately berating herself in her mind, ’Damn it, Cammy! You’re so weak against him!’

Her body tightened, signaling she was close, and Greg knew it too. But instead of pushing her further, he stopped. He withdrew his fingers, stepped back, and smirked.

Cammy frowned, her frustration boiling over. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Making you crave me, just like you left me craving... You left me hanging, Cammy," he said coolly.

"What? Left you hanging? You’ve got to be joking! We had more than enough that night!" she shot back.

"That’s not what I—"

"You know what? I don’t care! You crazy maniac, go to hell!" Cammy quickly adjusted her underwear and skirt before shoving Greg aside and storming out of the ladies’ room.

Greg watched her leave, a chuckle escaping his lips after she was gone. "So, she gets mad when she’s left wanting."

Cammy returned to the private room, and both Ethan and Harry immediately noticed how flushed she looked.

"Are you okay? Your face is all red," Ethan asked, concerned.

"Y-Yeah, I’m fine. It was just really warm in the ladies’ room," she replied, using her hand to fan herself, though it did little to cool her simmering anger.

"Here, try this one. I think you’ll like it," Ethan said, placing some sushi on her plate.

Moments later, Greg walked back into the room, and Cammy deliberately avoided making eye contact with him.

"How was the call?" Harry asked, referring to Greg’s earlier excuse when he’d followed Cammy out.

"The client got mad at me," Greg said casually.

"Huh? Why?" Ethan asked, surprised since it was rare for a client to get upset with his boss.

"I left her hanging..."

His words made Cammy choke on her food, sending it down the wrong pipe.

Ethan and Harry quickly handed her a glass of water and some tissues.

"Careful, take your time," Ethan said, concerned.

"I’m fine, don’t worry about me," Cammy replied, doing her best to avoid looking at Greg.

"I’m sure you’ll smooth things over with the client," Ethan turned back to Greg with a smile. "But for now, let’s enjoy the food." He passed a plate of sashimi to him. "Here, try this."

Greg took the plate, but instead of serving himself, he held it out to Cammy. "Ms. Watson, would you like to try some fish? They smell and taste wonderful."

Instinctively, Cammy glanced at Greg. He seized the moment, bringing the hand he’d touched her with earlier to his nose, sniffing it deliberately. Then, he subtly lifted the two fingers he had slid inside her while Ethan and Harry remained oblivious, focused on their meal.

’He’s clearly enjoying this!’ Cammy thought to herself, raising an eyebrow at Greg.

For Greg, however, this wasn’t enough. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve that he planned to use tonight to tease Cammy even further.