kissed the other side of her neck as his fingers delved under her jacket, then under her work shirt to lightly cup and caress her breasts through the navy blue lace bra. After watching her dress this morning, in matching thong and seductive bra, he’d been unable to remove the image even after two meetings that should have held his undivided attention.
She melted against him. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I would.”
“Good girl.”
Pulling her back into the office, he locked the door, before turning to face her.
***
Without his body pressed up against her, Melanie felt the stirrings of uncertainty. Yes, Cameron was a very attractive man, and yes, she was attracted to everything about him, but he was still a potential client…
She gasped. A potential client who was slowly, wickedly stripping out of his clothing. He removed his belt first, pulling it away from his body, and then curling it in his hand.
When Melanie eyed the belt, Cameron shook his head and tossed it to the nearest chair.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” he said as an explanation.
As her brow shot up, he chuckled. Cameron was not using any belt on her at any time.
Her throat grew dry as he undid the first buttons of his shirt, placed his hands in his pants pockets, and lifted a brow.
“Your turn, lass,” he murmured, and when she stared at him longer than he wanted, he directed, “Remove the jacket, Melanie.”
Melanie blinked. What did he say?
A low, husky chuckle touched her ears, and he repeated, “The jacket, Melanie.”
Oh, right. She slipped it from her shoulders easily, placing it against her desk as she watched him.
“More,” was all he said.
She swallowed, her fingers trembling as she began to undo the buttons of her shirt. She’d never stripped before someone before, and it was an awkward moment.
At some point she must have lowered her head, because she felt Cameron’s fingers under her chin, lifting her eyes back to his.
“Look at me, lass,” he murmured a bit gruffly, moments before his lips found hers again. Her fingers forgot their original tasks, sliding up his shirt, over his neck, through his hair.
She didn’t know his fingers were working her pants until they fell away from her waist, pooling at her feet. He broke the kiss and undid the rest of the buttons for her shirt, before taking a step back and staring his fill of her brown body. With her blue work shirt parted to reveal the girly lace-bra underneath, and her slacks pooled at her feet to give him a view of the tiniest thong, and the smoothest, longest legs...
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he mused, before he hastily unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.
He moved toward her and spun her around, pressing her torso on her desk.
Melanie gasped upon realizing that her blinds were open. Granted, her office was on one of the higher floors, but the lights were on, and what if someone—
Another gasp left her lips as his finger traced her slit through the thong.
“Cameron,” she began, thinking to at least get those blinds closed.
He pulled the thong to the side, and his tongue took a long lick of her slit.
“Oh my God—Cameron—t-t-the wind—blin—blinds—oh...”
She heard rustling and looked behind her. He was standing once more, and from the concentration on his face as he looked down, she knew he was applying protection.
“Cameron.” She tried again. “The blinds are open.” There! She’d said it.
She waited for the curse, and then for him to run around and close them, since she had only strength to hold herself against this desk and let him do to her what she anticipated. The curse didn’t come. Instead, she felt him come down over her back.
“You secretly want them to stay open, don’t you?” he murmured at her ear, pulling her lobe into his mouth. His hands moved up her stomach to her bra and pushed the straps down.
“N-no. Camer—”
“Someone could easily be
She melted against him. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I would.”
“Good girl.”
Pulling her back into the office, he locked the door, before turning to face her.
***
Without his body pressed up against her, Melanie felt the stirrings of uncertainty. Yes, Cameron was a very attractive man, and yes, she was attracted to everything about him, but he was still a potential client…
She gasped. A potential client who was slowly, wickedly stripping out of his clothing. He removed his belt first, pulling it away from his body, and then curling it in his hand.
When Melanie eyed the belt, Cameron shook his head and tossed it to the nearest chair.
“You’re not ready for that yet,” he said as an explanation.
As her brow shot up, he chuckled. Cameron was not using any belt on her at any time.
Her throat grew dry as he undid the first buttons of his shirt, placed his hands in his pants pockets, and lifted a brow.
“Your turn, lass,” he murmured, and when she stared at him longer than he wanted, he directed, “Remove the jacket, Melanie.”
Melanie blinked. What did he say?
A low, husky chuckle touched her ears, and he repeated, “The jacket, Melanie.”
Oh, right. She slipped it from her shoulders easily, placing it against her desk as she watched him.
“More,” was all he said.
She swallowed, her fingers trembling as she began to undo the buttons of her shirt. She’d never stripped before someone before, and it was an awkward moment.
At some point she must have lowered her head, because she felt Cameron’s fingers under her chin, lifting her eyes back to his.
“Look at me, lass,” he murmured a bit gruffly, moments before his lips found hers again. Her fingers forgot their original tasks, sliding up his shirt, over his neck, through his hair.
She didn’t know his fingers were working her pants until they fell away from her waist, pooling at her feet. He broke the kiss and undid the rest of the buttons for her shirt, before taking a step back and staring his fill of her brown body. With her blue work shirt parted to reveal the girly lace-bra underneath, and her slacks pooled at her feet to give him a view of the tiniest thong, and the smoothest, longest legs...
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he mused, before he hastily unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.
He moved toward her and spun her around, pressing her torso on her desk.
Melanie gasped upon realizing that her blinds were open. Granted, her office was on one of the higher floors, but the lights were on, and what if someone—
Another gasp left her lips as his finger traced her slit through the thong.
“Cameron,” she began, thinking to at least get those blinds closed.
He pulled the thong to the side, and his tongue took a long lick of her slit.
“Oh my God—Cameron—t-t-the wind—blin—blinds—oh...”
She heard rustling and looked behind her. He was standing once more, and from the concentration on his face as he looked down, she knew he was applying protection.
“Cameron.” She tried again. “The blinds are open.” There! She’d said it.
She waited for the curse, and then for him to run around and close them, since she had only strength to hold herself against this desk and let him do to her what she anticipated. The curse didn’t come. Instead, she felt him come down over her back.
“You secretly want them to stay open, don’t you?” he murmured at her ear, pulling her lobe into his mouth. His hands moved up her stomach to her bra and pushed the straps down.
“N-no. Camer—”
“Someone could easily be
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