Under the table

"It's ready!"

At the maid, call's my heart jolted in my chest. He slid out his hands "we will continue later." He whispered sweetly against my neck. 

I gathered back my breath and managed to come back to reality, driving every naughty thought away from my mind.

Then I lifted down my shirt finding the compose and fixing the mess of my hair not to make it obvious that Cameron and I got involved in some intimacy in the little time we were alone. I took a loud breath and checked myself in the mirror to make sure my appearance wasn't as terrible as I thought it was. 

In a matter of a few minutes, we walked down and went to sit at the table. 

I had still to figure out the days where the maids worked and the days we had the house all for ourselves. However, Cameron didn't seem to care much about that. 

The maid served us pasta with zucchini and sauce with meatballs.

"You can sit with us," I told her offering her a smile.