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He placed his hand over mine. “Want to see?”
Cameron looked fierce. The change in him so surprised me I didn’t struggle when he took hold of my shoulders and eased me back against the bar.
“You stand here.” He titled his head. “Well, the client does.”
I almost lost my balance as he stretched out my left arm to the side. He used his weight to keep me there, his body pressed against mine as he secured my wrist inside a leather strap; tight. A thrill shot from my chest to my groin and I caught my breath. There came a waft of Cameron’s light cologne; a balmy scent stirring my senses.
“I don’t like it,” I lied, unsure of these sensations awakening in my chest and shooting downwards, reaching that place where he’d touched me not so long ago. My lips trembled as my gaze fell upon his mouth.
“You’re quite safe.” Cameron tugged the straps. “It’s good to have a feel for what our clients go through, right?” He secured my right wrist.
I resisted, though his strength overwhelmed mine. He tugged my wrist tight in its buckle.
A throb in my chest lulled me. Scared me. “Scarlet?” I looked to her.
She gave a nod of encouragement.
The elevator shuddered and the lift began its ascent.
“Let’s pretend she’s not here.” Cameron pulled a thicker strap across my waist, buckled and yanked it. “In most sessions it would only be us two.” He held his hand against my chest. “You’re breathing way too fast. I don’t want you to faint.”
Mouth dry and thirsting, I tried to slow it down. “I have to get back to work.”
“Thought you were finished for the day.” He reached for my shirt button and undid it. His fingers moving fast on the others.
I screamed and he stepped back and laughed. “Not the shirt then.”
“Not the shirt.”
“Screams echo down here,” he said. “We get that a lot.”
Oh no...
His hand returned to my chest, pressing against it, his body close, his gaze boring into my mine with a fierce intensity. “What are you feeling?”
My eyelids fluttered shut, my heart beat way too fast. This desire intensified an ache sending spasms low and deep inside; a building pleasure. My nipples pushed against my bra, the hardened buds betraying me through my blouse.
“Very good.” He leaned toward my ear and whispered, “That’s what this one’s for.”
Another thrill of excitement shot between my thighs and I hated the fact he could tell. His fingertip brushed along my right forearm, pressing beneath the crux of my arm, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Cameron.” I shuddered in response and twisted my wrists in their straps. “I can’t breathe.”
“Relax.” He caressed my bottom lip.
I nipped at his thumb, my tongue tracing the tip.
His eyelids became heavy, his teeth clenched, his jaw tensing. “You are exquisite.”
The elevator purred, getting louder, pulling his attention away for a second.
His dark stare found me again. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No.”
He looked surprised. “Let me show you just how exquisite you are.”
Cameron pressed his lips against my mine, bruising them, opening my mouth with his, daring me, capturing me with ferociousness. His erection pressed against my belly, and the pleasure and pain it would bring became all too real. Unable to push him off, I had no choice but to surrender, opening my mouth and going with him, drowning in the lightheadedness caused by his embrace.
