He leaned back against the door again, mirroring my earlier dare. Arms loose at his sides, he tilted his head. The challenge hung there, electric.
"Touch yourself," I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could overthink them. "I want to watch."
His eyes flared. A rough sound escaped him—half laugh, half groan—but he wrapped his hand around himself without hesitation. Slow at first, base to tip, his fist gliding over heated skin. Once. Twice. Several long, deliberate pumps that had his abs flexing, his breath hitching.
"Fuck, Kameron," he muttered, voice gravelly. "Your turn. Slide your hand inside those panties. Touch yourself for me."
I hesitated, cheeks burning. "I've…I’ve never done that before."
His gaze softened even as his hand kept moving, lazy and teasing. "That's okay. I'll tell you how. Spread your legs a little wider for me."
I did, thighs parting on the desk, the wood creaking under me. My hand shook as I slipped it under the waistband of my panties, fingers finding that slick, sensitive nub. I gasped at the first touch—foreign and shocking in the best way.
"Circle your clit," he said, voice low and commanding now. "Slow. Feel how wet you are?"
I nodded, biting my lip as I followed his instructions. The pressure built fast, sparks shooting through me with every pass of my fingers. It felt so good—better than I'd imagined in my secret, guilty thoughts.
"Faster now," he murmured, his own strokes picking up pace, eyes locked on where my hand disappeared into my panties. "Dip inside. One finger. Imagine it's me."
I whimpered, sliding a finger into my tightness, the intrusion making me clench. My head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as I chased the building heat, hips rocking instinctively against my hand.
He didn't speak again, didn't move closer. Just watched, his breathing ragged, the wet sounds of his fist mingling with my soft moans.
It coiled tighter and tighter, pleasure I'd never known cresting like a wave. I circled faster, pressed harder, lost in it completely—until it crashed over me.
I cried out, body arching as the orgasm ripped through me, pulsing hot and fierce around my fingers. Waves of it, endless, leaving me trembling and breathless.
When it finally ebbed, I slumped back against the wall, eyes still closed, chest heaving.
And he still hadn't moved.
4
CONNER
Icouldn't take my eyes off her.
Kameron slumped back against the wall, her skin flushed from the crown of her head down to where her hand still rested inside those simple cotton panties. Her lips were parted as she caught her breath, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on her collarbone.
God, she was stunning—like a painting come to life, all soft curves and vulnerability mixed with that unexpected fire. Her thighs trembled slightly, still spread on the edge of the desk, and I could see the damp spot on her panties from here, evidence of how wet she'd gotten just from touching herself.
My cock throbbed in my hand, aching for her, but I held back, savoring the view. This woman, this stranger who'd confessed her secrets to me in the middle of a blizzard, had just come right in front of me. And I wanted more. All of her.
Her eyes fluttered open, those deep brown depths locking onto mine. For a second, she looked dazed, almost shy again, but then a small, wicked smile curved her lips. "Come here," she whispered, her voice husky and low, careful not to carry beyond the thin walls of the office.
I didn't need to be asked twice.
I crossed the cramped room in two long strides, my hand still wrapped around my cock, stroking once more just to feel the edge of it as I stepped between her legs. Her thighs parted wider to make room for me, brushing against my hips, and up close, I could smell her—musk and sweetness, intoxicating.
But then reality hit like a bucket of ice water. No condom.
Shit.
I froze, tip brushing her through the fabric, my brain scrambling for how to say it without killing the moment.
She must've read it on my face, because she shook her head slightly, her hand reaching up to cup my jaw. "It's okay," she murmured. "I'm on birth control."
Relief flooded me, hot and fast, and I let out a ragged sigh. But even as it hit, something twisted inside—deeper, primal. For the first time in my life, the idea of not pulling out, of filling her completely, didn't scare me. Hell, it excited me. I imagined it vividly—spilling inside her, claiming her, watching her belly swell with my child months from now. Us, tangled up in something real and permanent.
