Caught on Camera with the CEO by Natalie Anderson Page A

flexed—closer—a minuscule movement with maximum impact.
    Her lashes drooped as she studied him up close, no longerconscious of anything else but him. He tilted his chin at her, just the way she had at him in the lift that day, and his lips twisted into that irresistible smile.
    And she couldn’t resist him. Not when he looked so good, smelt so good, felt so good. Her lips parted, her body going on instinct now, her brain defunct. All she could see was his mouth—almost parted, waiting—and the desire in his eyes. All she could hear was the thunder of her heart as it sent hot blood racing through her body.
    As her head lifted, her lashes dropped, blocking everything so she could focus only on the sensation of his mouth against hers. Even so just the briefest touch overwhelmed her; she shivered. His whole body tensed. He lifted his hand from her back, tangling his fingers in her hair, keeping her close to him so she wouldn’t break the contact of their lips. Not that she could. Not now, no. She threaded both her hands through his hair too, clinging, so eager for more than a taste of him. She moved her lips over his. He had full lips, firm and yet soft. She touched them with her tongue, tasting, then pushing closer, exploring the heat of his mouth. More. And then more still.
    He let her dominate for a moment, but then rewarded her hungry searching with a deep thrust of his own. Involuntary spasms racked her as he held her close and plundered. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she tumbled headlong into his stormy passion.
    The hand between her legs coasted higher, skimming across the satin of her knickers, making her squirm, making her wish she could arch against him freely. His hand spread wide against the back of her head, holding her even more firmly to him. She felt his groan vibrate through his whole body as he stroked her intimately. His fingers gently movedback and forth as he savoured the damp evidence of her desire for him—desire hurtling her to abandonment.
    She opened deeper for him, the kiss almost savage now as the full power of their physical attraction was unleashed. She pressed against his chest, trying to please her painfully taut nipples with contact against his hard heat.
    The high-pitched laughter and the tinging of glass on glass screeched over the roar in her ears. Her eyes snapped open, shattering the moment. Suddenly she was aware of where they were.
    â€˜Stop, Alex,’ she panted against his mouth. She could see the sheen on his skin and fiercely suppressed the urge to lick the salty flavour of him.
    His breath gusted across her face as he pulled back.
    â€˜Not here.’ As close to a plea as she’d ever uttered. They were in a public space. A minute or two more of that kind of kissing and she was going to be coming loud and wild only a thin wall away from Auckland’s most rich and famous. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it must be about to blow apart in her body. The physical need burned through to her bones. She tore her gaze from his, made herself look along the corridor— Oh, hell, someone had just walked past. They’d only have to turn their head to see them. Alex’s broad body partially protected her privacy, but even so.
    Lust had made her forget everything—who she was, where she was, and what she was supposed to be doing. A different kind of heat engulfed her.
    Humiliation.
    Dani refused to let desire turn her into such a mindless slave .
    â€˜Let’s go.’ Temptation personified murmured into her ear.
    If she went with him this minute they’d end up in the back seat of his car, or in the loo on the way, or a cleaning cupboard, or down an alley, or something equally tacky but convenient. So she had to claw back her self-control fast because having sex with Alex wouldn’t just be reckless, it would be dangerous. The feelings he aroused in her were too strong. She couldn’t let herself drown in them. Her