“Yes.” Hell, yes.
“So why don’t we go back over to my desk and take it from there.”
His fingers slid from her neck to her cheek before he let his hand drop. Jackson slipped away from his body. He was right behind her, close enough to hear his breathing. Her heart pounded harder.
I’m thinking you’re not just here for two weeks. I’m thinking you work for me.
How much was fantasy, and how much was about making sense of what they really wanted to be true? No, she wasn’t going there. Act now. Analyze later.
She reached the desk, and he rested a hand on her hip. She drew in a sharp breath. Heat lingered everywhere he touched her. Where would they take this?
“You look fantastic today, Ms. McAllister,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “I’m so glad you came by my office.” His hand made a slow trail over her shoulder and down her back. Lower. “You have a glorious ass,” he muttered. “Last night when I came home, I got myself off in the shower imagining you against this desk, bare for me.”
She could see him in his shower, his huge body shaking as he stroked himself. A rush of pleasure ran through her, and she moaned.
He traced the curve of her rear and continued down until he found the slit of her skirt. His hand touched the inside of her thigh, and she gasped. His laugh was soft and low.
“You’ve been wearing skirts like this all week,” he said, reaching higher. “You know what I’ve been wondering? If I can just lift a skirt like this up whenever I want you, or if you’d have to take it off.”
He inched her skirt up until his hand was between her legs. Please, just a little more. No. She wasn’t going to beg.
“Looks like I got my answer,” he said, moving her panties aside. “And you’re already so wet.”
He played with her. Her head sank and she braced herself on his desk, legs shaking as his fingers teased and tempted.
“You’ve spent the last week telling me what you think I should do and how I should do it,” he said. “And you seem to like that. I wonder how far you’re willing to go to convince me.”
Jackson closed her eyes, letting his hand and his voice fill her. She’d never fully understood the appeal of role-playing before. But whatever this was that they were doing right now was really getting her going. Her breasts tingled, aching to be touched.
“Are you willing to suck my cock?” he asked. “Because I’d agree to just about anything to have your soft, wet mouth around it again.”
Oh, God. Her heart was pumping hard, and her words were stuck in her throat. What was wrong with her? She’d never truly want her job to depend on sucking off her boss. So why did playing like this with Cameron turn her on? Because she knew he’d never really force her? Something about this set her free to explore this scene, and she wasn’t going to try to make sense of it.
“Is that what you want from me, Mr. Blackmore?” she asked. “You want me ready and willing when you ask for something?”
His fingers left her, and he pulled her hips back against his erection and gave a slow, teasing thrust. He pressed his lips on the back of her neck.
“You know what I like, Jackson,” he whispered. “And there’s no one else I want it from.”
Jackson. When he spoke her name, the game shifted into something else. She turned around and met his eyes. For a moment, neither of them moved. Raw heat blazed from him, something real and vulnerable. This was more than just getting each other off on dirty fantasies. A part of this was real for him, too. And she had no idea what to do with that.
“I’d like to give you whatever you want, Mr. Blackmore,” she said, soft and husky.
Whatever was in his look just moments before disappeared. Lust sharpened his expression.
“Then get on your knees and give it to me.”
He let go of her and eased back against his desk, spreading his legs a little, watching her the whole time. She knelt down on the floor in front of him. Thank goodness his office was carpeted. Jackson unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His erection surged forward, straining against his boxer briefs.
“Take it out,” he whispered.
She slipped her hands under his waistband and pulled it down, revealing his cock, huge and ready. She trembled, fighting to take this slowly, to tease out all the pleasure they could get from their little game. She closed her hand around him, and he let out a low groan.
“Is this how you like it, Mr. Blackmore?”
“Hell, yes,” he bit out.
She smiled and put her mouth on his tip. She teased him with her tongue and her lips and then took in a little more.
He seemed to love this kind of play, having her push the limits of his control and then doing the same to her. It had been that way back at his apartment, and she’d loved being the one who got him off. Today they were playing that she was the only one he wanted to do these things with. Which was even better.
She experimented with her teeth as his knuckles grew whiter on the edge of the desk. His hisses of pleasure grew louder until he thrust once in her mouth.
“That’s enough,” he choked, urging her head back.
He helped her to her feet. Were they still playing? She didn’t care anymore. All she could think about was him sinking inside of her, again and again. She was still fully dressed, and so was he, aside from his erection jutting out at her, calling for attention.
“You like this part of your job, Ms. McAllister?” he whispered. “You like driving a man like me to the point where all I can think about is coming inside of you?”
His eyes were wild, but he didn’t move to touch her.
“Yes,” she breathed, playing along. “I want to get you so hot you don’t want it from anyone else but me.”
Cameron stilled. He cupped her chin with his large hand and brushed his lips over hers.
“I’m already there, sweetheart,” he whispered, drawing his fingers over her skin. He rested his hand at the base of her neck. “Now we’re going to fuck until you’re there, too.”
He held her gaze, his eyes intense and demanding. She shifted, trying to control the burning need inside. She wanted everything Cameron would give her. She wanted to feel this fire between them explode.
Jackson tried to steady her voice. “Do you want me on the desk, Mr. Blackmore?”
She moved next to him and faced his desk. She looked over her shoulder through her lashes. His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his jaw. He pushed off his desk and came behind her.
The current sparked so strong between them. It would be fast and rough. She wanted it like that. But he held back. He inched her skirt up until it was around her waist and caressed her hips slowly.
“You like it this way, too, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Mr. Blackmore.”
“You want to please me.”
“Yes, Mr. Blackmore,” she breathed again.
“How far would you go to please me?” he said, even softer.
Jackson swallowed. “Anything you want.” She knew that was true, whether this was a game or not. She also knew Cameron was the only man she’d say that to. He ran his finger under her panties. Then he reached between her legs, slowly exploring, before he pulled his wet fingers farther back and they skimmed between her two cheeks.
She shivered. She’d been curious about this since the first time he offered. But should they try it right now, in his office, in the middle of the workday?
“I want to try,” she whispered.
A pause. “You’ve never done anything here before,” he said, his voice barely there.
She shook her head slowly. “No, but I want to, Mr. Blackmore.” Before he could react, she pressed her hips back into his finger and gasped. Whoa. The sensation was strange...different.
Cameron’s laugh was dark, and he pulled back. “I think t
hat’s as far as we’ll go today. We’ll try more next time.”
Her body was molten liquid inside. Was it the power game or his finger or something else? Before she could decide, his hands were skimming down her legs, easing her panties off. He stuffed them in the pocket of his pants.
He opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a condom, then he tore off the wrapper. Wait, he kept condoms in his office drawer? The thought reeled through her mind and took hold as she waited for him to put it on. Jackson couldn’t shake it. She turned to face him, and he stopped, midprocess.
“Have you done this before, Cameron? Here?”
He blinked, as if he were taking her in anew. Slowly, he shook his head. “No.” He paused. “You want to be the only one to do this with me, Jackson?”
Yes, she did. Cameron was waiting for her, but she didn’t answer. Instead she turned around and tipped her hips up.
“I’m ready, Mr. Blackmore.”
CHAPTER TEN
CAMERON SQUEEZED HIS eyes shut, trying to screw his head back on after the last mind-blowing turn of events in his office. He was going to come in about five seconds if he didn’t calm the hell down.
Was he really letting go of every last shred of sense just for one more glorious time with Jackson? This thought had run through his mind more than once, but he couldn’t stop himself. All the hot tension of being close to her every day was short-circuiting his brain. And the insane jealousy that flashed through him as he listened to her call.
Then she had asked about the condoms. Which he had bought just for her, in case she changed her mind. She wanted it that way—just for her.
They were in dangerous territory. This was all supposed to be play, but it wasn’t anymore. Not for him. And he was almost sure it wasn’t for her, either.
...So hot you don’t want it from anyone else but me.
Her words rang through him as he guided himself into heaven.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned, and she tilted her hips into his.
He was going to make way too much noise if he wasn’t careful. His heart was already pounding at heart-attack speed. He moved as slowly as he could.
“Harder,” she demanded, her voice needy and desperate.
She moved against him, and he gave her what she asked for. Again and again.
“Cameron,” she cried.
He really might not make it through this. He’d die with his pants down, newly emptied, and he didn’t even care. He should care, and he probably would later. But right now, that didn’t matter.
He gritted his teeth and reached in front of her, finding her clit and that rhythm that would set her off. The only thing that mattered was the two of them. It was all too much. She squirmed and with a muffled shout she came around him. With a growl he came hard, stars filling his vision until he found himself leaning over his desk, holding her.
Cameron gulped in breaths, too stunned to move. He stayed there, even after his heart began to slow. Goddamn, he had almost passed out when he came.
“Wow,” she finally said.
“Yeah. Wow.”
He didn’t want to let go of her. This whole encounter had been about playing with dirty fantasies, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how many times he had slipped closer to real. And she had slipped, too. He was sure the moment she had called his name. Cameron.
But they couldn’t stay there forever. He propped himself onto his elbows and kissed her along the jawline, then ran his hand over her soft curves.
“Let’s sit down for a few minutes. Catch our breath,” he murmured.
She nodded.
He disposed of the condom and cleaned up at the corner sink. Then he tucked his half-hard dick back into his pants and walked over to the couch to watch Jackson. She was lovely. All that velvety dark hair and her smart mouth and that little game they’d just played that got him off like nothing ever had. He leaned into the couch cushions and rested his arm along the back. He was so gone on this woman, who lived on the other side of the world. And was hired by the board. All he could think about was getting her to lay back in his arms so he could shut his eyes and pretend she was his for a few more minutes.
Jackson shimmied her skirt back down her delicious round thighs and rebuttoned her shirt. She walked over to the couch and sat on the edge, leaving way too much room between them. She turned to him and let her gaze fall over his chest, his arms, everywhere.
“You know, you’re really built,” she said. “I’ve never been with someone so...” She waved away the end of the sentence.
What had she thought to say? Cameron studied her smile, but he couldn’t read it. “That a good thing?”
Her smile widened. “Yes, definitely.”
“Then help yourself, sweetheart.” He shifted, leaving room for her to rest on his shoulder. She blinked and furrowed her brow a little, but she moved closer. She rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her.
She made a little humming noise as her chest rose and fell in a long, deep breath. Damn. This was just about perfect.
Jackson looked up at him. “I didn’t take you for much of a cuddler.”
Cameron snorted. “I’m not. And if this gets out, I’ll never live it down.”
Jackson laughed. “I didn’t see any of this coming. When you first walked up to me in that bar, I had all sorts of ideas about what someone like you spent his time doing.”
“Oh, yeah? Give me one of your ideas.”
She squeezed his arm gently, letting her fingers linger on his biceps. “Personal trainer?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Sounds boring as shit.”
“You’re right. You’d definitely do something more exciting.” She tilted her head and smiled. “I also came up with a couple macho sports like wrestling crocodiles.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on. That’s not a real sport. That’s the worst Australian stereotype out there.”
She waved him off. “No way. I could see tourists paying to watch you wrestle crocodiles. Though you’d have to fake an Australian accent.”
“Would you pay to watch me wrestle crocodiles?”
Jackson tapped her chin. “Hmm...maybe. Would you have a shirt on?”
He laughed. “Would you want me to?”
She rested her head on his chest and he caressed her cheek. He closed his eyes and held her closer.
“Hey, crocodile man,” she whispered.
“Am I supposed to respond to that?”
“Shouldn’t we be working?” she asked.
He sighed and kissed her on the top of her head. “Yep.”
She sat up, shifting out of his embrace, to face him. He rested his arm on the back of the couch again to stop himself from pulling her back against him.
“I’m not here for much longer.” She frowned. “We need to be careful.”
“Careful of what?”
Careful not to get caught or careful not to get too involved? The former he could handle, but the latter? Jackson didn’t answer. Maybe that was a good sign. Cameron let his fingers travel over her shoulder, down her arm. “So tell the board you need more time.”
“To fit in more sex with you?”
Cameron gave a little snort. “You’re supposed to be in PR, sweetheart. If you want them to agree, you’ll have to come up with something better than that.”
She smiled a little. “I can’t lie to the board,” she said.
Cameron sat up. “Lie? It’s not a lie that it would help to have you here.”
She shook her head. Shit. He had just stupidly laid down all his cards and suggested she stay. And she wasn’t even considering the idea.
“Never mind,” he grumbled. “Let’s get back to work.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“YOU CAN’T STARE at her like that, mate,” said Derek.
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br /> “I know,” Cameron muttered.
Apparently he had been staring, as evidenced by the fact that he hadn’t heard Derek come up from behind. Which was a bad sign. Cameron rubbed his forehead. He had walked out of his office for some reason, but he couldn’t remember what it was. Because seeing Jackson in that same skirt today was driving him crazy.
Another bad sign.
He was dying for a repeat of the other day in his office, and just thinking about how he could lift this skirt over her hips was turning him on.
“You’re getting in way too deep, Cam,” muttered Derek. “Let’s get back into your office before the sexual harassment police come by.”
Cameron tore his eyes from Jackson’s curves and ducked into his office. Derek shut the door and parked himself on the sofa. This guy wasn’t leaving until whatever he had on his mind was said.
“All right, you wanker, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Cameron sank into the sofa next to him and ran his hand through his hair. He blew out a breath. “I don’t know. Something really stupid.”
“Yep.” Derek nodded. “Because you’re staring at her like you’re imagining her doing something dirty.”
He couldn’t stop himself. The moment Derek said those words, he flashed to the scene in his office just a couple days ago. When she’d bent over his desk for him and he’d taken her from behind. He let out a strangled sound of frustration.
“You fuckwit,” whispered Derek. He shook his head. “You’ve already done it for real. Shit.”
Cameron closed his eyes. “Remember that night in the hotel, when I told the three of you that it was our last night to have some fun? Of all the women in Sydney, I picked her up, okay? I had no idea. And it was good. I mean, really good. So much more than anything like that has a right to be.” Cameron shook his head. “And I might have been able to let it be if she hadn’t shown up in our office the next day, all buttoned up and wide-eyed.”
Derek clapped him on the back a couple times. He actually looked sympathetic. “And now?”
“Fuck if I know,” he said. “Every time I see her, it’s like I can’t tear myself away from her. Even when we’re just sitting in the conference room, I find reasons to keep her talking, just so she doesn’t leave. I can’t help myself, okay?”
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