Jackson crossed the room on wobbly legs. Hopefully she’d make it tothe door without tripping. They could do this just one more time. But who was she kidding? Hell, if he was going to strip her down right here, she’d probably come back for more. Again and again until her time in Sydney was up. And she could save all the issues with hooking up with him for the plane ride back.
Jackson faced him. He leaned back in his chair, legs splayed, not bothering to hidehis growing erection. His dark gaze was doing crazy things to her insides.
“Does anyone have a key?”
Cameron smiled darkly. “Derek, Max and Simon. Why? You have some discovery fantasies you want to tell me about?”
A pulse of heat ran from her core. Did she have discovery fantasies, or was it just the sound of his voice right now? Everything he said sounded dirty.
Jackson had spentthe last few days looking anywhere but at Cameron. Now, finally, she could look. Drink in his deliciously large body. His blue dress shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing corded muscles and a spray of dark hair down his arms and on his big hands. It was the same color as the hair on his chest and the hair that trailed down his stomach. His washboard stomach. His shirt only hinted at it,but her memory was more than adequate.
If things were different, if they were together or even lived on the same continent, would she ever get used to being with such a physical man? Would she take him for granted? Or would she forever be fascinated by the power he held in himself? Damn, this man was too much. He brought his hand to the bulge in his pants and adjusted himself. Wait, how longhad she been staring at his erection?
Her gaze snapped back up to his face, and he chuckled. “You can look all you want, sweetheart. I don’t mind. And the way you lick your lips every time you look down at my pants makes me hard as hell.”
She’d just licked her lips? Jackson closed her eyes. There was nothing to do but laugh. “I didn’t realize I was that obvious.”
“Believe me, I’m notcomplaining. But you might not want to do that in public.”
“Right. Got it.”
But as Jackson watched him from across the office, his smile faded. All the teasing was gone. His gaze raked down to the neckline of her shirt, over her hips, down her legs. Now it was his turn to stare at her. But that didn’t last long. He stood up and came to her in fast strides. She took a step back and foundthe door behind her.
Cameron’s gaze was raw and hungry, but he didn’t touch her. He rested his hands on both sides of her, caging her in, his heavy body hanging over hers. Heat radiated everywhere from him, and it was impossible to tell where her breaths ended and his began.
His voice was a low rumble in her ear. “You still haven’t answered my question. Do you have any fantasies you wantto tell me about?”
She shook her head slowly. Not exactly fantasies. Curiosities.
“If it’s not discovery, what makes you hot, Ms. Jackson McAllister?” He shifted closer. “What about office fantasies? Fantasies about everything we shouldn’t be doing right now?”
She nodded slowly. Yes, she certainly had those. She hadn’t thought about this kind of thing before she came to Sydney, butsince she’d stepped into Cameron’s office that first day, her imagination had become more and more...vivid.
He slid one hand behind her neck and she trembled as he wove it into her hair. She was starving for him, and now that he was so close, touching her, she couldn’t wait any longer.
“You promised me details.” She sighed. “About what it would be like...”
He smothered a grin whenshe couldn’t finish her sentence. “Don’t worry, Jackson. I haven’t forgotten. I’m just making sure we’re both on the same page.”
Then finally, finally, he lowered his lips to hers. He was hungry, so hungry, and she was, too. She nipped at him and opened her mouth for luscious, lingering strokes of his tongue. She grabbed on to his hips and pulled him against her, and his hand tightened inher hair. She finally came up for air, and he eased back until their lips were barely touching.
“We’re getting way ahead of ourselves,” he panted. “Let’s start back when you came into my office.”
Were they going to play out this scenario, right here during work hours? This was a dangerous mix of real and pretend. What would happen if she played out the dirty office fantasies she had aboutCameron? What if they were no longer just fantasies but things they really did together? Maybe it didn’t matter. She was leaving soon, no matter what they did here. She tipped up her head, and her cheek brushed against the stubble of his chin.
“You wanna hear how I imagine this little meeting between us today, sweetheart?” he whispered. “I’m thinking you’re not just here for two weeks. I’mthinking you work for me. You’d come in just like you did today. You’d lean over to show me whatever the fuck you wanted me to see, and you’d give me a nice view down your shirt, just like you did the first day you were here in my office.”
Her eyes flared and he laughed. “And you’d give me that innocent, wide-eyed look, just like right now. I’d get hard, just like this.” He took her hand andpressed it against his rock-hard erection, straining against his pants. “You ready to keep playing this out?”
“Yes.” Hell, yes.
“So why don’t we go back over to my desk and take it from there.”
His fingers slid from her neck to her cheek before he let his hand drop. Jackson slipped away from his body. He was right behind her, close enough to hear his breathing. Her heart pounded harder.
I’m thinking you’re not just here for two weeks. I’m thinking you work for me.
How much was fantasy, and how much was about making sense of what they really wanted to be true? No, she wasn’t going there. Act now. Analyze later.
