by Lori Foster
He pressed into her rhythmically, rubbing himself against her, setting her on fire, all the while kissing her, soft eating kisses, deep-driving kisses, wet and hot and consuming.
A rap at the door made them both jump.
Erica called in, “Sorry kiddies, but playtime is over. Time to come in from recess.”
Asia slumped against the wall and groaned. She’d totally forgotten her surroundings!
Watching her closely, Cameron cleared his throat. “We’ll be right there.”
With laughter in her voice, Erica said, “If you wait just two little minutes, the room will be clear and you can escape without notice.” They both heard the sound of her retreating footsteps.
“I’m sorry.”
Asia looked up. “For what?”
Stroking her cheek gently, he said, “I meant only a simple kiss—well okay, not so simple—but I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
She sighed even as her heart softened. What an incredible man. “Cameron, you called a halt,” she felt compelled to point out, “and I insisted on one more kiss. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“Are you sorry?” he asked, and he wore that absorbed expression again, which now looked endearing.
“The truth? Nope.” He grinned at her and she added, “I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels good to be a bit naughty.”
“Yeah?” He tilted his head, studying her. “Any time you wanna get naughty, lady, you just let me know.”
He was full of surprises. “You’re not worried about how it might look to others?”
“You’re worth the risk.”
The things he said played havoc with her restraint. “I’ll keep your offer in mind,” she whispered as she opened the door, and they were both relieved to see the room was, indeed, empty.
Tomorrow, she decided, couldn’t get here soon enough.
Cameron threw his suit coat over the arm of a chair, kicked his dress shoes into the closet and loosened his tie. All day long, his thoughts had centered on Asia. Damn, but she tasted better, felt better, than he’d imagined. He’d wanted to make love to her there in the closet with the two of them standing, a crowd in the outer room.
He closed his eyes a moment and imagined lifting her long skirt, feeling her grip his shoulders and hook her long slender legs around his waist. He pictured her head back, her eyes closed, her lips parted on a raw cry as he pushed into her.
She would be open, unable to meter the depth of his strokes, and he’d take her so long, so deeply, she’d scream with the pleasure of it. His stomach cramped with lust.
Better not to use the closet, he decided with a rueful grin. He didn’t want her stifled in any way, not after the two months he’d spent fantasizing about her. At first, it had been simple lust—she looked exactly as he thought a woman should look. Soft, sexy, capable, and her brown eyes were always bright with intelligence. She was friendly, but not flirtatious. Subtly sensual, with only her natural femininity on display. She didn’t flaunt, didn’t go out of her way to enhance her looks.
The more he’d gotten to know her, the more he’d wanted her. But she gave him only casual conversation, allowing him to view her generous spirit, her quick smiles and easy nature from an emotional distance. In the two months he’d known her, he’d absorbed all the small glimpses of her character, which had acted as more enticement. He not only wanted her sexually, he just plain wanted her.
Tomorrow night he’d have her.
He didn’t know if he’d survive that long.
He tossed his tie onto the chair with his coat and reached into his pants pocket for the gift he’d bought her. He hadn’t meant to go shopping, but on the drive home he’d stopped for a red light, and his eye had caught the festive Christmas display in a jewelry store window. Once he saw the bracelet, he wanted it for her.
For a first date, it was a bit extravagant, he thought, but what the hell. He’d known her two months now, necked with her in a closet, fantasized about her endlessly, and besides, he liked to think positive; he had a gut feeling that this would be the first date of many.
He could call it a Christmas gift. After all, he still had hopes of convincing her to spend the day with him.
The exotic burnished gold and topaz-studded bracelet reminded him of Asia’s coloring. As he’d told her, she was far from plain. He put the bracelet back in the velvet-lined box and set it on his dresser, then put the spanking tape into the VCR. He picked up the remote and stretched out in his bed on top of the covers, two fat pillows behind his back, one arm folded behind his head.
He hit play, and settled in to be educated.
As the story—ha! what story?—started, he thought of Asia and knew there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to win her over. Including indulging in a little kinky sex.
Chapter Four
Cameron sat behind his desk, a spreadsheet on his computer screen, early the next morning. Steaming coffee filled the cold morning with delicious scents. The windows overlooking the parking lot were decorated with lacy frost, while more snowflakes, fat as cotton balls, drifted down to the sill. The quiet strains of Christmas music from the outer office drifted in.
The knock on the door jarred him and he looked up. “Come in.”
Asia peered around the door, smiled at him and asked, “Are you busy?”
Without a single hesitation, he closed out the computer screen. “Not at all.”
She inched in, looking furtive and so sexy, his abdomen clenched. Both hands behind her still holding the doorknob, she rested against the closed door. “I hoped you were in.”
A glance at the clock showed him she’d come to work almost a half hour early. He’d been there for an hour himself. After watching the tape, he’d found it impossible to relax. He kept seeing Asia inevery position depicted by the actors, and when he’d finally drifted off to sleep, he’d dreamed of her. Not since his teens had he awoken in a sweat, but last night he had.
Heart thumping and cock at full attention, Cameron eased out from behind his desk. “Is anything wrong?”
He searched her face, looking for clues to her thoughts. If she planned to break their date for that night, he’d need to find a way to change her mind.
Her cheeks flushed and her beautiful eyes, locked on his, darkened to mahogany. “Do you mind if I lock this?” she asked, indicating the door.
Cameron stepped closer. “Please do.”
The lock clicked like a thunderclap, echoing the sounds of his heartbeat. When she turned to face him again, Cameron murmured, “I’m glad to see you, Asia.”
She folded her hands together at her waist. Her long brown hair hung loose, like a rich velvet curtain. The ends curled the tiniest bit, barely reaching the tips of her breasts, which were enticingly molded beneath a beige cashmere sweater. Her neutral-toned patterned skirt ended a mere inch below her knees and was trim enough to outline the shape of her thighs. Wearing flats, she just reached his chin, and she looked up at him.
“I thought maybe we could …” She stalled, shifted uncertainly.
His testicles drew tight and his cock flexed at the thought of touching and kissing her again. “Yes?”
She lifted one shoulder in a self-conscious shrug. “I liked kissing you yesterday.”
“Liked? I’m surprised I didn’t catch on fire.” He smiled, trying to take some of the heavy desire from his words. He didn’t want to scare her off. There were few people in the building yet. Most wouldn’t show up for another twenty-five minutes. He had her all to himself. “I dreamed about you last night.”
Her lips parted. “You did?”
Cameron couldn’t stop himself from touching her. Using the backs of his knuckles, he smoothed a long tendril of hair—right over her breast. Her nipple puckered, and deliberately he rasped it, teasing her, teasing himself more. He heard the catch of her breath. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling.
“Are you wearing a bra, Asia?” he asked, unable to detect one with his ea
sy touch.
She shook her head. “A … a demi bra.”
“Meaning your nipples,” he murmured, lifting both hands to her, “are uncovered?”
Ah, yes, he could tell now as he caught each tip between his fingers and thumbs and pinched lightly. The cashmere sweater was incredibly soft and did nothing to conceal his touch. Her nipples were tight, pushed up by the bra, but not covered. He gently plucked and rolled and she suddenly grasped his wrists.
“I don’t believe this,” she moaned.
Cameron didn’t remove his hands. She wasn’t restraining him so much as holding onto him. He leaned close and nuzzled her temple. “This?” he asked, unsure of her meaning.
“I don’t … I’m not usually …”
He had no idea what she wanted to tell him. “You like this?” He tugged at her nipples, makingher sway toward him. Her breasts were very sensitive, he discovered, as heat throbbed beneath his skin.
“I do,” she rasped, then dropped her head forward to his shoulder, panting. “I’m not usually so … so easy.”
Cameron pressed his mouth to the delicate skin of her temple, then her cheekbone. “Easy? I’ve wanted you for two months.” He drew the tender skin of her throat against his teeth, careful not to mark her. “I don’t call that easy.”
“No, but …” She sucked in a breath, then cried out. Her fingers clenched on his wrists and her hips pressed inward, trying to find him. “Cameron, I feel like I’m going to—”
Realization dawned, and he stared at her in wonder. “You want to climax, Asia?”
She didn’t answer for the longest time while he continued to toy with her breasts, and she continued to writhe against him. “Oh, please,” she finally gasped, nearly beside herself.
Cameron released her, ignoring her soft moan of disappointment, and put an arm around her waist. “C’mere,” he said, almost blind with lust.
He led her to his desk. She looked at him with darkened eyes, a little unfocused, a lot hungry. “Just a second,” he said and reached for her narrow skirt.
She made a slight sound of surprise when he worked the snug material up to her hips, then lifted her to sit on the edge of the desk. She looked up, a question in her eyes, but he stepped between her thighs and took her mouth, devouring her, his tongue licking, his teeth nipping.
She wrapped both arms around his neck and held on.
He hated panty hose, he thought, as he trailed his fingers up her nylon-clad thighs. Stockings that left her vulnerable to him would have been better, but he’d make do.
He teased her, kissing her while stroking the insides of her thighs until she was nearly frantic. Then he pressed his palm against her mound and they both went still.
“Mmmm,” he whispered, his fingers pressing gently, exploring. “You’re wet.”
She ducked her face into his throat.
Blood roared in his ears, but he made himself move slow and easy. “I can even feel you through your panties and your hose.”
“Oh, God.” She lurched a little when he stroked over her with his middle finger. “This is awful.”
He smiled. “You want me to quit?” he teased.
“Please don’t!”
With her legs parted, the panties and panty hose couldn’t hide her state of desire. He could feel every sweet inch of her, the curly pubic hair, the swollen lips. Her distended clitoris.
He groaned. With one arm around her holding her tight, he used the other hand to pet and finger and tease. Her hips shifted, rolled against him. “Is this good, Asia?” he asked, wanting, needing to know if it was enough.
Her head tipped back, lips parted on her panting breaths, her body arched—and then she broke.
Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sank into her bottom lip to hold back the moans coming from deep in her throat.
Cameron felt like a world conqueror, watching her beautiful, carnal expressions, feeling the harsh trembling in her body.
“Yes,” he murmured, keeping his touch steady, even, despite her frantic movements and the mad dashing of his heart. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it.”
By slow degrees, she stilled, her body going boneless. Cameron gathered her close into his arms and held her. His own desire was keen, but at the same time, he felt a heady satisfaction. She smelled warm, a little sweaty despite the frigid winter storm outside and the nip of the air in his office. And she smelled female, the scent guaranteed to fire his blood.
He rocked her gently and smoothed his big hands up and down her narrow back.
Against his throat, she whispered, “I think I’m embarrassed.”
“You think?” He couldn’t help but chuckle, he felt so damn good. Sexually frustrated, but emotionally sated. “Please don’t be. I’m not.”
“This was … unfair of me.”
“This was very generous of you.”
That left her speechless. Cameron tangled one hand in her silky hair and tipped her head up to him so he could see her face. “Thank you.”
She laughed, groaned and dropped her forehead to his sternum. “I can’t wait until tonight, Cameron. I didn’t believe it at first, but I know it’s going to be so good.”
What did she mean, she hadn’t believed it at first? Then the rest of what she said hit him and he stilled. “You intend to make love with me tonight?” He had hoped and planned, but he hadn’t expected a confirmation.
She looked up in surprise. “You want to, don’t you?”
Bemused, he said, “More than I want my next breath.”
Her smile was a beautiful thing. “I’m sorry about doing this now. I’d only meant a few more kisses—more of that naughtiness we’d joked about. But then you … you touched me and I lost it.”
“I’m not sorry, so don’t you be either. I’m glad you’re so sensitive, so hot.”
She looked down at his tie. “I didn’t know I was.” Then, “I never was before.” She met his gaze with a look of confusion. “I think it’s just you.”
Cameron didn’t bother denying that. He couldn’t think of a woman hotter than Asia Michaels. But he’d be damned if he’d explain it wasn’t him, taking a chance that she’d find another guy. No way.
“Tonight will be even better,” she said, then peeked up at him as if waiting for his reply.
Was this his cue that tonight he was supposed to do something different? Something more … forceful? He said, his tone filled with caution, “I want you to be satisfied with me, Asia.”
Her eyes brightened, and she threw her arms around his throat again, nearly strangling him. “Thank you.” Leaning back, she added with sincerity, “I really am sorry to do this, to leave you … unsatisfied. But I never suspected it’d go this far.”
He kissed the end of her nose and said, “I’ll think of it as extended foreplay.”
His phone rang just as she pulled away and began straightening her skirt. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes slumberous and sated. Watching her, regretting the necessity that kept her beautiful legs hidden from him, Cameron hit a button and said absently, “Yes?”
“You asked that I remind you about the meeting first thing this morning, Mr. Cameron.”
“Thank you, Marsha.”
He disconnected the line. Marsha was a secretary for the entire floor, which included four supervisors. She kept everyone punctual and was observant as hell.
He looked at Asia. “Do you mind if Marsha knows we’re seeing each other?”
She shook her head. “Do you?”
His grin turned wolfish as he stepped past her to unlock and open the door. No one was in the hallway to notice, and for that he was grateful. He wouldn’t tolerate gossip about Asia.
“I want everyone to know,” he told her, and turned to face her again with a smile. “Maybe it’ll keep the rest of the men from pursuing you.”
“The guys here?” she asked, and scoffed. “They all know I’m not interested.”
“But you are,” he reminded her, looking at her breasts, her belly and thigh
s. “You’re interested in me.”
He waited for her to deny it, but all she did was shrug. “It’s strange. You affect me differently.”
He sauntered toward her, filled with confidence. “I make you hot.”
She looked perplexed as hell when she said, “Yeah.”
Cameron shook his head. It had taken her two months to notice the sexual chemistry he’d picked up on within two minutes of meeting her. If it hadn’t been for the damned porn shop just opening, she still wouldn’t have given him the time of day. He couldn’t forget that. Asia with her big bedroom eyes and standoffish ways had a sexual predilection, andlast night he’d watched the tape and learned how to appease her.
Her preferences were still foreign to him, but less unappealing. Some of the scenes, in fact, had really turned him on. He’d imagined Asia in place of the overblown actress. He pictured her firm, lush bottom turned up to the warm smacks of a large male hand—his hand. The smacking part didn’t interest him much, even though the swats had done little more than redden her bottom, and ultimately prepare her for a hard ride.
But the touching afterward, the utter vulnerability and accessibility of the woman’s sex to probing fingers and tongue had made him hot as hell. The actress had remained in the submissive position, bent over a footstool, hands flat on the floor, knees spread wide, and in Cameron’s mind it had been Asia, waiting for him, ready for him.
He sucked in a deep breath, drawing Asia’s notice.
Her eyes were again apologetic when she asked, “Are you okay?”
“Other than being hard as a spike, yes.”
She smiled. “That might make your meeting difficult.”
Cameron took her arm and led her toward the door. “Once you’re gone I’ll get myself in order. That is, if I can stop thinking about tonight.”
The hallway was still clear, not a soul in sight. Memory of the movie still played in his mind, and when Asia turned away, he gave her rump a sound smack. She jumped, whirled to face him with both hands holding her behind and her eyes enormous.