Page 15 of Until I Find You

Camilla’s face is a mask of blankness all of a sudden. And I hate it.

“I forgot! The hierarchy. You’re right. Forgive me, Sir.”

My lips part. I say nothing.

“Sorry,Sir.I didn’t mean to make you mad,Sir.” With that, she heads toward the door, grabs the knob, and with one last look over her shoulder offers, “Good luck with your company,Sir.”

I grip the arms of my chair.

Her face falls. “You’re going to need it.”

In an instant, she’s gone.

I’m left alone in the wake of her fury, righteous probably if it wasn’t directed at me.

However, I’m not thinking about what I could have done better. I’m not thinking about her arguments, not considering the mean things we said to each other, not wondering what I could have done better.

No, my mind is focused on only one thing.

The erection growing in my trousers.

It’s not only that Camilla is a beautiful woman. That’s enough to make any many hard. No, she had to go on and call mesir. I don’t care if it was in jest, if it was a joke or an insult. The way the word popped out of her beautiful, darkly-painted mouth sent chills down my spine, my blood coursing, and arousal pounding through me.

I bite my bottom lip, hoping the pain will make me forget about the erection.

No such luck.

I palm myself through my pants and drop my head back. Relief like I haven’t felt in a while.

Now, though, the floodgates are open. The moment I allow my mind to go there, I start think of Camilla calling me “sir” in situations unlike this one.

What it would feel like to have her body under mine. To fill her up. To be her lover, her protector, her everything.

But I don’t want to just be “sir.” No, my needs are deeper. Darker. I want to have her screaming for me as she calls me…Daddy.

Within a minute, I’ve rubbed myself to completion, my body jerking as I release into my briefs.

As I come down from the high of orgasm, my mind clears.

I need Camilla. Not her body, even if I wouldn’t say no to it if it was on the table.

Fuck. Camilla on the table would be a real feast.

But no. I need her because of all she brought with her from the start. She is so much better at this than I could have hoped for. And her expertise is invaluable even if it plays upon my every insecurity in business.

Except now…it’s too little too late. Because she’s walked out on me. Because I am dumb. And I let her go. Itoldher to go.

I have to get her back, though.

I know I have a fight on my hands. A chase. Some groveling to do.

But for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to give up.

I want to fight.

I’ll get her back. Even if it means sacrificing my pride. Because something in me is crying out for her. Begging me to bring Camilla back to where she belongs.

Back to Daddy.

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