Page 3 of Flirt Like A Pin-Up

“Yeah, them, too.” He smirks and lifts the glass to his sinful lips. The man is beautiful. Sandy brown hair—considerably lighter than his brother’s—he has golden brown eyes that sparkle either with heat or amusement. I’ve seen both. He’s personable and friendly, which makes him perfect for the public relations role he and Coulter created when they took over Manning Industries from their father. As soon as Coulter became CEO, he reorganized the company, creating clear divisions of labor. Engineering, logistics, manufacturing, sales, and management. They hired me as part of the re-org. I work for Chris Latham, who is the head of engineering. There are approximately forty engineers, all of whom I support.

Which begs the question, how can I fill in for Brooklyn when I have my own department to support?

As if he can read my mind, Camden tops off our flutes and then leans his hip against the desk. “You’ll report to Brooklyn’s desk on Monday morning. I’ll send Chris and Javier a note, letting them know Sabine will have to support both departments over the next three weeks. Worst case, we’ll hire a temp if the workload is too much for her.”

“I don’t want a temp messing up my department,” I snap before I can think better of it. I should protest this arrangement, not a temporary employee.

He grins in triumph and sets down his empty glass. Then he takes my half-empty glass from my hand, setting it next to his. Gently, he wraps his fingers around each of my wrists and moves them behind my back before maneuvering us to where my ass is pressed against the desk. “I’ll make you a promise, Margot. Starting Monday, and for the next three weeks while you report directly to me, I’ll refrain from asking you out, even though there is nothing hindering employee relationships in our HR policies.”

I suck in my breath as he flattens my palms on the desktop behind me, pinning me in place. He presses his chest against mine until I’m leaning back with him hovering over me.

“However, you don’t work for me tonight, and this isn’t a corporate function, so I see no reason why we can’t pick up where we left off the last time we were in this room.” He trails kisses from my jawline down my neck to my cleavage while a lusty moan escapes my lips.

This is a bad idea. Last time we were in this room, he was slipping his fingers inside my panties when Coulter interrupted us with a knock at the door, insisting Camden come out to the engagement party. I don’t think Coulter knew it was me in here with Camden at the time—thank god.

At least neither he nor Brooklyn ever said anything about it.

But I can’t stop myself from sliding my hands into his hair as he grinds his erection against my soft center that aches for his touch. He claims my lips, wrapping one arm around my waist to pull me tight against his hard body, the other hand cradling my neck as if he knows not to mess up my carefully pinned chignon.

Veiled restraint is in his every touch, which in some ways makes this even hotter.

I can’t resist this man if I can’t avoid him.

Even if he isn’t asking me out, being at his side daily for three weeks will be the ultimate test of my self-control.

2

CAMDEN

Margot Talbot is all I’ve wanted for the last nine months, ever since we kissed in this very room at our company senior staff Christmas party. Although, I’ll admit she caught my eye over a year and a half ago.

She’s pin-up model beautiful. Literally, she models 1950s pin-up fashion under a pseudonym, and she has no idea that I know. She’s also smart, kind, and vivacious. Everyone in the office loves her because she has a way of making people feel special. She remembers the engineers’ birthdays and makes sure the other admins take care of their departments in a similar fashion. She also puts together celebrations for baby showers and retirements. Honestly, she’s better suited to work public relations with me. Our board members, investors, and the public at large would love her, which would reflect highly on our company.

However, I’d rather spend my time convincing her to give me a chance outside of the office versus working for me inside of it.

Maybe someday I can have both.

“I want to suck your clit against my teeth until you’re shaking in my arms,” I hiss, desperate to bend her over, slide her lacy thong aside, and plunge my tongue deep inside her. “I bet you taste like cherries jubilee.”

“Camden.” She melts a little more every time I grind my hard cock against her. Fucking hell, I want her with a desperation I’ve never felt before—like I’m drowning and mouth-to-mouth with her glorious cunt is the only way I’m going to survive.

There’s a not-so-gentle pounding at the door.

“Camden, are you in there—again?” Coulter growls low at the door.

“Dammit.” I groan and still my fingers that were busy inching up Margot’s skirt. I was so fucking close. Again! “What do you want?”

“I need my best man to do best man shit,” Coulter hisses. “Coincidently, Brooklyn is looking for her maid of honor—you know, if you see her. You have three minutes to get your ass out here, or I’m coming through the hidden passages, damn what I’m disturbing.”

“Saved by the bell, again,” Margot murmurs. She pushes me back and slithers to the side, smoothing her skirt down.

“Someday I’m going to get you alone where no one can interrupt us.” I pull my handkerchief out of my pocket and wipe my mouth. She wears amazing lipstick, bright and tempting, and yet somehow it doesn’t make a mess when her plump lips get used. The image of her coating my cock in red, however, doesn’t bother me one bit.

“Maybe you should take all the interruptions as a sign that we’re not meant to be and you should give up this ridiculous pursuit.” She smirks, checking her makeup and hair in the mirror.

“Never. I’ll never give up until you are mine, Cherrilicious.”

Her eyes pop wide as I use a version of her pseudonym which is Cherry Crush.

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