Tempting the New Boss(67)

He turned his back on her, probably conjugating those Greek verbs again, as she straightened her clothes.

There was a throat clearing out in the hallway, loud enough to announce someone’s presence, and a knock on the door.

“Give us a minute,” Mason barked, and Camilla rolled her eyes.

“Let’s just get through with the meeting for now without giving Lorenzo any more hints about our relationship.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I hope that asshole sees you’re mine.”

“You certainly did your best,” she said softly.

“And I’m not buying his shitty company. Not because he wants to fuck you—”

“I doubt he even does. It’s just his style.”

“But because it’s a shitty company.”

“Okay.” She unzipped her computer case and stuffed her papers back in. “Deal’s dead then. That’ll make the meeting take considerably less time.”

She opened the door to Lorenzo’s sly smile and Nigel’s blush.



It ended up taking a bit longer than she thought it would, the other side arguing their case and lowering their price so quickly and repeatedly that she had no doubt the due diligence would have shown something even more disastrous than the financials had. But Mason behaved himself, regaining his cool and letting her deliver the “no.” They all shook hands at the end, and Nigel and Lorenzo left, whispering of alternatives before the conference door even closed on them.

She stood up and Mason followed suit.

“So I guess we should fly back to New York,” he said tentatively.

She bit her lip, shaking her head.

“I was out of line. I know I was. I’m sorry.”

“We shouldn’t have this conversation here. It’s too private. Someone might walk in.”

“Come back with me to my apartment.”

“No! I need to… I need some space to…”

He stared at her for a second and then locked the conference door. “Fine. Say it. Whatever you’re going to say. I deserve it.”

He looked so contrite that for a second she lost the words. Just lost them. The ones that were going to make all the reasonable arguments about why this wouldn’t work, the two of them attending meetings together and pretending they were not…whatever they were to each other.

She put a hand on his shoulder and took a step closer, feeling a rush of tenderness toward him as he brought it to his lips, palm up.

One gentle kiss, his warm mouth against her skin, and what had been banked earlier burst into full conflagration, as if the locked door had unleashed something wild in them.

Suddenly, there were only hungry kisses and urgent caresses. She yanked up his shirt to mold his hot flesh, and he lifted her skirt and slid her panties down until it was her naked bottom against the marble now as he pushed her down, cool and erotic. With a deft touch between her legs, he confirmed she was wet and ready. Shocking her, he brought his finger up, rubbing the moistness against her tender lips swollen from his kisses, dipping it into her mouth.

“Taste how much you want me.” He undid his pants with shaking hands, taking his cock out so the scorching heat of him pressed against her bare thigh. “Feel how much I want you.”

She moaned.

“Say you want me, Camilla,” he urged, his voice low, hoarse. “Say it.”

“I want you,” she whispered between kisses. “God, of course I want you.”

Without warning, he flipped her over, her palms bracing on the table to keep from slamming against it. “Then take me. Please, Camilla,” he muttered. “Now.”

And he shoved his cock inside her, throbbing, hard and deep, and so very right.

With one hand tangled in her hair, the other clutched her hip convulsively as he moved her in rhythm to his wild thrusts, each one accompanied by a low groan, the sound and feel of him slapping against her naked bottom as he fucked her making her wetter, more desperate.

It all was so hot. Her partial nudity while he was still as good as clothed, the hoarse cries he uttered, burying himself deeper and deeper until she could hardly breathe.

She didn’t realize she was making loud, satisfied noises, until he soothed “shhh” and she tried to hold it in. But at one particularly deep thrust, he cried out so loudly, “Fuck!” that she thought surely someone would hear them.

And still he kept on, as they both panted and strained to the incredible symphony of them moving against each other.

“I want this,” he got out between his teeth, “every time I look at you…every time I touch you…oh, God…every time you smile—”

He came, shuddering against her, and the spasms of his cock pushed her to climax as well.