a large mahogany desk which faces the door, printing out a report. I stand nervously in front of him.
“Is this your house?” I ask meekly.
His eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“W-who do you live here with?” I stammer.
He sits back in his chair and swings side to side as he assesses me. “I live here alone.”
I look around at the opulent surroundings. “You’re not married?”
His eyes darken and he stands abruptly. “Not married.”
“Girlfriend?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “No.”
My eyes hold his as he walks toward me. “Do you want the tour of my house?”
I nod because all the words have left my brain.
I follow him out of the office and down the hall. “This is the party room.”
I peer into the room that opens out onto a pool area and I fake a smile.
“This is a guest bedroom.” He gestures to a bedroom to the left.
We keep walking down. “Gym.” He gestures to a room filled with gym equipment. We get to a door and he walks past it.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
He turns to face me. “Laundry room.” He opens the door and I peer in. The room is smaller and darkened, the blind pulled down. For some reason, I like this small room and I walk past him and head into it. He follows me and then closes the door behind him.
Shit. My breath catches.
Suddenly alone together in such a small space, the energy between us starts to zap, and he steps forward to look down at me.
My heart starts to race.
My eyes drop to his large lips and he stands still for a moment as our arousal rises between us. He steps forward again until I am effectively wedged between the washing machine and his hard body.
“I like your laundry room,” I whisper up at him.
He towers above me. “I like you,” he whispers back.
My eyebrows rise. “You do?”
He nods as he steps toward me again.
“But, I have a problem,” he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward against mine.
Oh man. He’s hard. I can feel him through his pants.
“What?” I breathe.
“I’m unable to act on it.”
Holy crap.
“Why?” I whisper.
“I’m not allowed to ask interns out.” His eyes drop to my lips and his hips pin me to the washing machine. He pumps them forward and I nearly combust.
“Nobody has to know what happens between us,” I breathe.
In slow motion, he bends and kisses my neck, and my eyes close by themselves. “Can you keep a secret?” he breathes against my skin.
I nod. I’m unable to answer. This is the best damn laundry room I’ve ever seen. His hands snake around my behind and he pulls me to him, and then his lips are on me. His tongue tentatively brushes against mine as he goes deeper and deeper. His body has me pinned in place so hard, it’s almost painful. His hands move to hold my jaw, positioning me the way he wants me. Holy fucking shit. I have never been kissed like this before.
He’s desperate to have me.
Suddenly we are frantic, as if all the sexual tension we’ve been feeling for the last week is set free in this room. He aggressively lifts me, sitting me on the washing machine and ripping my legs apart so he can move between them. My hands go to the back of his head and he starts to drag me onto his waiting hard cock.
Oh dear God.
His mouth is ravaging my neck, while his hands are roaming up and down my body.
“You feel so fucking good, Bloss,” he growls into my open mouth.
He remembered. He remembered what he called me that night, all those years ago.
He suddenly lifts my legs around his waist, and his hand slips under my blouse to skim my ribcage and cup my breast.
Holy… shit! I’m going to come, right here, right now.
His hand grabs the back of my hair and he pulls it aggressively so that my head tips back and our eyes meet.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” he breathes.
Unable to answer, I nod.
“My bed. Now.” He growls as he grinds me through his pants.
“Cameron,” I whisper. “Work,” I breathe. God, we are supposed to be at an appointment in twenty minutes.
“I can’t wait.”
“You… have to,” I pant.
“I want you now.” He grinds against me hard again as he bites my neck painfully.
Holy crap. This man.
“Tonight,” I breathe. “Tonight, you can have me.”
He kisses me again, slower, as if slightly satisfied with that answer “I want all of you tonight.”
I smile against his