quietly.
“Choose.” Cameron made sure his tone registered with her. Last chance.
“I’ll need your office for a few minutes, Maurice.” Olivia’s voice portrayed nothing but sweetness and light, and the little man she had been talking to immediately nodded his head.
“Certainly, Mrs. Foster. Shall I send some coffee?” Olivia answered quickly. “No thank you, Maurice. That won’t be necessary. This won’t take long. Please arrange for the staff meeting, and I’ll talk with you later.”
Cameron followed closely behind as Olivia stalked toward the back of the room. He didn’t want her locking herself in somewhere and making use of the phone. How long “this” took would be dependent upon her response. Her ass flexed beneath her rigid back, and again he forced his thoughts elsewhere. When they entered the office, he closed and locked the door. Olivia got behind the large 82
wooden desk and rolled the chair in front of her, her hands grasping the high back like a lifeline. Her face was flushed and furious.
“Strip.”
“What?” she gasped.
“I am not in the habit of repeating myself, Olivia.”
“I won’t take my clothes off for you here. Or anywhere else,” she added hurriedly.
Cameron took measured steps toward her until only the chair stood between them, watching her golden eyes widen and then darken with desire. He reached out and levered her hands off the leather and pushed the chair out of the way, using his height and weight advantage to crowd Olivia against the paneled wall. Her hardening nipples were visible even through the loose shirt, and he felt his mouth curve in a smile, although Olivia’s hands came up between them in an effort to push him away. He leaned into her and locked eyes with her and waited.
* * * *
Olivia couldn’t fill her lungs. She wasn’t frightened exactly. No, she was terrified. She was terrified of her body’s response to this man after that very full sexual night with him. He had imprinted on her, like little baby ducks did on the first figure they saw when they hatched and experienced the world for the first time. Her brain knew she should run fast and far, but her body demanded she stay. Even as she tried to keep a clear thought process, her hands pulled back from Cameron’s chest and inched down to grasp the hem of her top. It wasn’t easy pulling it up between them, but she tugged at it and managed to drag it over her head. He moved back a little and she felt his eyes drop to her breasts, concealed behind the lace of her bra. He smelled so male, a hint of musk and Cameron. She made her fingers move to flick open the front clasp of her bra and he leaned back a little more to allow her breasts to spring free. His cock hardened even
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more against her belly. The zipper on her slacks opened with a tiny, grating sound that made Cameron’s eyes flare, and she scrunched forward to push them and her panties down as one, to her knees. Then she closed her eyes and waited, the smell of her arousal drifting up between their bodies, her breasts growing heavy, the nipples hard and aching.
Cameron stepped back, and Olivia nearly fell, despite the wall at her back. Her legs felt like jelly, and she yearned for his heat. She felt deprived somehow. She opened her eyes to see him perusing her body, her bra hanging off her shoulders and her underwear and pants shackling her knees. He gave her a glance that made her shiver it was so dark.
“On your knees.”
Olivia dropped awkwardly to her knees on the threadbare carpet at Cameron’s feet. All her will was gone, taken by this man. Even the faint burn on her skin by the nap of the fabric over the unforgiving wooden floor didn’t stiffen her resolve. Only distance and a storm of released emotion had given her strength to resist him before, and it would again. She wasn’t going to let him possess her, but she couldn’t battle this with him in such close proximity.
Cameron twisted her bra in a
“Choose.” Cameron made sure his tone registered with her. Last chance.
“I’ll need your office for a few minutes, Maurice.” Olivia’s voice portrayed nothing but sweetness and light, and the little man she had been talking to immediately nodded his head.
“Certainly, Mrs. Foster. Shall I send some coffee?” Olivia answered quickly. “No thank you, Maurice. That won’t be necessary. This won’t take long. Please arrange for the staff meeting, and I’ll talk with you later.”
Cameron followed closely behind as Olivia stalked toward the back of the room. He didn’t want her locking herself in somewhere and making use of the phone. How long “this” took would be dependent upon her response. Her ass flexed beneath her rigid back, and again he forced his thoughts elsewhere. When they entered the office, he closed and locked the door. Olivia got behind the large 82
wooden desk and rolled the chair in front of her, her hands grasping the high back like a lifeline. Her face was flushed and furious.
“Strip.”
“What?” she gasped.
“I am not in the habit of repeating myself, Olivia.”
“I won’t take my clothes off for you here. Or anywhere else,” she added hurriedly.
Cameron took measured steps toward her until only the chair stood between them, watching her golden eyes widen and then darken with desire. He reached out and levered her hands off the leather and pushed the chair out of the way, using his height and weight advantage to crowd Olivia against the paneled wall. Her hardening nipples were visible even through the loose shirt, and he felt his mouth curve in a smile, although Olivia’s hands came up between them in an effort to push him away. He leaned into her and locked eyes with her and waited.
* * * *
Olivia couldn’t fill her lungs. She wasn’t frightened exactly. No, she was terrified. She was terrified of her body’s response to this man after that very full sexual night with him. He had imprinted on her, like little baby ducks did on the first figure they saw when they hatched and experienced the world for the first time. Her brain knew she should run fast and far, but her body demanded she stay. Even as she tried to keep a clear thought process, her hands pulled back from Cameron’s chest and inched down to grasp the hem of her top. It wasn’t easy pulling it up between them, but she tugged at it and managed to drag it over her head. He moved back a little and she felt his eyes drop to her breasts, concealed behind the lace of her bra. He smelled so male, a hint of musk and Cameron. She made her fingers move to flick open the front clasp of her bra and he leaned back a little more to allow her breasts to spring free. His cock hardened even
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more against her belly. The zipper on her slacks opened with a tiny, grating sound that made Cameron’s eyes flare, and she scrunched forward to push them and her panties down as one, to her knees. Then she closed her eyes and waited, the smell of her arousal drifting up between their bodies, her breasts growing heavy, the nipples hard and aching.
Cameron stepped back, and Olivia nearly fell, despite the wall at her back. Her legs felt like jelly, and she yearned for his heat. She felt deprived somehow. She opened her eyes to see him perusing her body, her bra hanging off her shoulders and her underwear and pants shackling her knees. He gave her a glance that made her shiver it was so dark.
“On your knees.”
Olivia dropped awkwardly to her knees on the threadbare carpet at Cameron’s feet. All her will was gone, taken by this man. Even the faint burn on her skin by the nap of the fabric over the unforgiving wooden floor didn’t stiffen her resolve. Only distance and a storm of released emotion had given her strength to resist him before, and it would again. She wasn’t going to let him possess her, but she couldn’t battle this with him in such close proximity.
Cameron twisted her bra in a
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