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“From the look on his face right now, I don’t think he’d like that very much.” I smirk.

“You’d be right, Little Menace,” Crew rumbles as I push myself to my feet and take my place on the edge of the desk, lifting my feet back to rest on his knees again, giving him the perfect view of my wet pussy. I reach for the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and tug it over my head, leaving me completely bare for him. “Fuck,” he groans.

“As much as I would love to stay and listen to you torture him, I have to go. But expect a reward when we get home from the meeting later.”

I laugh. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Bye, love.”

The call ends, and there’s a heady silence that falls over us as we stare at one another, and then my hand drops.

Crew tracks my every move, his eyes burning with need as I circle my clit slowly, allowing myself to enjoy the moment and the power that I’ll so rarely wield when it comes to these men.

A moan escapes from my throat, and I lean back on my free hand, giving him a better view.

There’s a moment where self-consciousness threatens to take me out, but I refuse to lose this moment. If this is what it takes to get Crew out of his head and prove I want him for the long haul, it’s a small price to pay.

I dip my hand lower and press two fingers inside myself, and a growl fills the room.

“Why don’t you untie me, Camilla, and I’ll take care of that for you?” he bargains.

“I can take care of myself,” I remind him. “And if I’m remembering correctly, you’ve gone out of your way for almost a week to avoid taking care of me, so I think I’ll do this one solo.”

By the time this is over, he’ll see just how wrong he was.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR

CREW

Camilla is effortlessly beautiful all the time.

When she wakes up, her hair is a mess, a tiny bit of drool is dried at the corner of her mouth, and she’s just as stunning as she is when she’s dressed to the nines.

But right now, taking her pleasure and punishing me for avoiding her, she’s a fucking goddess.

It’s easy to forget about our age gap when she’s like this. Hell, it’s easy to forget all the time, which is why Caleb’s words came as such a blow in the cemetery that night.

I’d been blind to my feelings for Camilla, even when it was selfish of me not to consider how our age gap will affect our future, if we can even have one.

She presses her fingers deep inside herself, and my eyes are glued to how her pussy stretches to accommodate them.

A small moan fills the room, and my gaze flicks up to her face. Her head is dropped back, her eyes closed as she takes what she needs from her own touch, and fuck me if it’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I never thought I’d be okay with being tied up like this, and there’s a part of my dominant nature that’s dying to break free from these binds and punish the little menace for this little stunt. But there’s also a part of me that’s reveling in watching her find her feet within her own sexuality, and if that means being tied to a chair and forced to watch her pleasure herself, that’s exactly what I’ll do.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I will absolutely be punishing her for this, but that doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying every second, even as my cock presses against my zipper uncomfortably.

“Oh god,” she murmurs as her eyes flick open and meet mine.

“Are you getting close, Camilla?” I ask, my voice thick with desire.

She nods and drags her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down on the plump flesh. She pulls her fingers free before immediately pressing them back inside her with a third finger added.

“You look so fucking pretty spread out on my desk like this,” I tell her. “Maybe as punishment for this little stunt, I’ll tie you to the desk while I work and tease you all day. Play with your pussy while I’m on calls, maybe clamp your nipples and play with them until you’re writhing and desperate, but never giving you what you want.”

A moan escapes her throat that tells me she likes that idea, and I can’t help but smirk. There aren’t many women that would get off on the thought of that, but Camilla isn’t like most women. “That would mean talking to me, so I guess it’s up to you how badly you want to play that punishment out.” She cocks a brow at me.

She’s playing me, and I’m walking straight into every trap she sets.

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