His eyes were wild, but he didn’t move to touch her.
“Yes,” she breathed, playing along. “I want to get you so hot you don’t want it from anyone else but me.”
Cameron stilled. He cupped her chin with his large hand and brushed his lips over hers.
“I’m alreadythere, sweetheart,” he whispered, drawing his fingers over her skin. He rested his hand at the base of her neck. “Now we’re going to fuck until you’re there, too.”
He held her gaze, his eyes intense and demanding. She shifted, trying to control the burning need inside. She wanted everything Cameron would give her. She wanted to feel this fire between them explode.
Jackson tried to steadyher voice. “Do you want me on the desk, Mr. Blackmore?”
She moved next to him and faced his desk. She looked over her shoulder through her lashes. His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his jaw. He pushed off his desk and came behind her.
The current sparked so strong between them. It would be fast and rough. She wanted it like that. But he held back. He inched her skirt up until it was aroundher waist and caressed her hips slowly.
“You like it this way, too, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, Mr. Blackmore.”
“You want to please me.”
“Yes, Mr. Blackmore,” she breathed again.
“How far would you go to please me?” he said, even softer.
Jackson swallowed. “Anything you want.” She knew that was true, whether this was a game or not. She also knew Cameron wasthe only man she’d say that to. He ran his finger under her panties. Then he reached between her legs, slowly exploring, before he pulled his wet fingers farther back and they skimmed between her two cheeks.
She shivered. She’d been curious about this since the first time he offered. But should they try it right now, in his office, in the middle of the workday?
“I want to try,” she whispered.
A pause. “You’ve never done anything here before,” he said, his voice barely there.
She shook her head slowly. “No, but I want to, Mr. Blackmore.” Before he could react, she pressed her hips back into his finger and gasped.Whoa. The sensation was strange...different.
Cameron’s laugh was dark, and he pulled back. “I think that’s as far as we’ll go today. We’ll try more next time.”
Her body was molten liquid inside. Was it the power game or his finger or something else? Before she could decide, his hands were skimming down her legs, easing her panties off. He stuffed them in the pocket of his pants.
He opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a condom, then he tore off the wrapper. Wait, he kept condoms in his office drawer? The thought reeled through her mindand took hold as she waited for him to put it on. Jackson couldn’t shake it. She turned to face him, and he stopped, midprocess.
“Have you done this before, Cameron? Here?”
He blinked, as if he were taking her in anew. Slowly, he shook his head. “No.” He paused. “You want to be the only one to do this with me, Jackson?”
Yes, she did. Cameron was waiting for her, but she didn’t answer.Instead she turned around and tipped her hips up.
“I’m ready, Mr. Blackmore.”
