Page 33 of Hawthorne

“I need to feel you.” My voice comes out low and husky, showing her exactly how deeply affected I am right now.

She hums, and I take that as a yes, letting one of my hands travel up underneath her blouse to caress one breast. My fingers find the nipple under the bra, and I graze it softly. It prickles right away, and I can’t help but growl and pinch it.

“Oh,” she gasps loudly.

Her head falls back, and her eyes roll back right before she opens them wide. My hooded eyes are enthralled by the view of her, letting go of my hands. I could look at her all day long like this, in my hold and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh my god. We need to stop.” She jumps up from my lap and hastily starts to rearrange her clothing.

“Why?” I ask, standing up and closing in on the distance again.

It feels cold without her close to me.

I want more. I need more.

Unfortunately, she takes a step back and shakes her head.

“It’s still working hours. The manor is buzzing with workers running around, and I still have a lot of things to finish.”

“Well, we can change that. I can send them home,” I try with my most seductive voice.

Our eyes lock, and she trembles. If it was my gaze or my words, I don’t know, but I also don’t care. Knowing I am capable of such reactions from her, that I affect her as much as she affects me, is more than enough.

“We–I–” she stumbles over her words before taking a deep breath.

I know the feeling.

For quite a few times already, I have needed to ground myself and take a deep breath so I can regain my posture. That’s how much she drives me out of my mind.

“No.” She stands her ground.

Another thing that turns me on.

While knowing how low she is in the hierarchy that this society has created, she still holds her ground and keeps her dignity. For the likes of me, people often get offended due to being used to having their way. Me? I love it.

It’s refreshing and amusing.But Camilla? Camilla looks hot doing it.

“Fine,” I give in easily. “We do this however you want, whenever you want.”

I never give in easily. What is this woman doing to me?

Closing the distance between us again—this time around, she doesn’t walk backwards—I caress her cheek before whispering, “I’ll let you go.”

“Alright,” she mumbles, still trying to smooth her shirt.

“But,” I start, gripping her chin and bringing her face close to mine, close enough that our noses bump into each other. “If you don’t come looking for me in the next twenty-four hours,little Milla…I may not answer for myself.”

“But–”

“I just think we need to talk about this whole situation properly some other time. When we both have clear minds and know better what we want. I want to know what you want, too.”

“Of course,” she agrees. “But I’ll go back to work now.”

“Of course.” I peck her lips.

Letting her go, she scurries out of the office as fast as she can, leaving me behind in my office with a distracted brain and a raging hard-on.

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