by Vivian Wood
By the end of the dinner, Smith’s nerves were shot. When Cameron excused herself to go to bed, he stood up so quickly that his chair flew back two feet. She gave him an inscrutable look, held it for a second too long, and then left in a flash of green silk.
Smith got up without a word to his father and walked out of the dining room. He decided to go into the library for a while. Read. Have a few drinks. He’d barely touched the wine at dinner.
In the library, though, he couldn’t focus on his book or his drink. Instead, he kept thinking about the look Cam had given him before she’d left the formal dining room. He poured himself a second drink, then slammed it down.
Fuck it. I’m going to her. Find out exactly what that look meant.
Outside her door, Smith paused. Maybe he should just go to bed? But the entire night had been so frustrating, he was so tightly wound. He really just... had to see her.
And after all, he was her boss. He had a right to talk to his employee. This wasn’t a damn vacation.
With that justification, Smith tried the door. It was unlocked. He walked in.
There was a squeal from the bed and a flash of covers, but Cam hadn’t moved quickly enough.
She had been lying on the bed, stark naked, touching herself.
Well. Now he knew what the look meant.
15
Fuck. What the hell had he just walked in on? She pulled the covers up, but he’d seen enough to know that she’d been touching herself.
He was instantly hard as nails, his cock jumping beneath his trousers. Her flushed face was guilty, but seeing her like this made it impossible to back out of the room.
“What am I supposed to do with you now, hmm?” Smith said, looking at her sprawled on the bed. “Report you to HR?”
Cam gasped, pulling up the covers further. “Get out!”
“Oh, I don’t think so, darling,” he said, closing the door behind him. He untied his bow tie, moving toward her slowly.
“I swear, I’ll scream,” she threatened shakily.
“Scream all you bloody like,” he said, stopping to toe off his shoes. “We’re the only ones staying in this wing. No one will hear you up here. And anyway, why lie? I want you as much as you want me. I was thinking about this all during dinner.”
She stared as he removed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. Smith smiled, thinking that she was about to make a hell of a lot more noise, because he planned to play her like a violin.
“Tell me, darling,” he said, pausing by the side of the bed. “Tell me you want me.”
She flushed. He knew that his face had been in her mind during her little self-love session. He reached out, slowly pulling the covers down to reveal her naked body. She was utterly perfect, her gorgeous teardrop breasts and luscious thighs calling to him.
“God, you are so perfect,” he said, looking up at her. “You know that, I hope.”
“Smith…” she whispered. “We can’t.”
“Touch yourself again,” he said, letting his gaze wander down her body. “Let me see.”
She seemed hesitant, but brought both of her hands up to touch her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples. He watched her eyes flutter shut, as she pulled her nipples, tweaking them hard.
His breathing grew uneven as he realized that she liked a little pain with her pleasure, just as he did. He thought of that first night in her apartment, how he’d wanted to spank her, to tie her down.
It wouldn’t have worked then, but here… they weren’t strangers, and they had all night. Plenty of time for whatever they desired.
“Move your hand lower,” he commanded. “Touch your pussy, like you were when I came in.”
Her eyes opened, their blue hue hot enough to melt steel. She frowned, but she pushed the comforter out of the way. Spreading her thighs, she sighed softly as her fingers found their way to her clit.
Her sighs of pleasure were heavenly, yet at the same time they weren’t enough. Not when she was this close, and this naked. He needed to touch her, to be touched by her.
He unbuttoned his shirt, then unzipped his trousers. When he came around to the end of the bed, she surprised him by stopping and sitting up.
“Darling—”
She dragged him down to the bed, kissing him with plenty of tongue. He enjoyed it for a moment before he took control of things. He grabbed her by the hips and swapped their positions, so that he was on top.
He skimmed his hands up her sides, taking her in. She tried to reach up, to pull him down to her mouth for a kiss, but he grabbed her hands. He lifted them over her head and pressed them into the bed.
“Keep them here,” he said, looking into her eyes. She bit her lip, nodding.
He moved down to her tits. They looked mouthwatering, perfect pale orbs with bright pink nipples. He tongued one pert tip, holding back a groan with effort. She gasped, writhing. Fuck, she tasted so good.
He released her nipple, continuing to move down her body, over her belly and to the top of her pubic mound. She tried to close her legs, but he caught them.
“Let me,” he ordered. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good.”
“Wait!” she said. “What if… what if you go first? Show me how to make you feel good.”
His cock twitched. He hated himself for it, but now he couldn’t get the image of her going down on him out of his head. The thought of her luscious mouth wrapped around his cock stirred something deep within him.
He pushed himself up, and then took off his shirt. She watched him with wide eyes, taking in his musculature. He stood up, stripping his pants off, leaving him totally nude.
The fact that her eyes widened at the sight of him like this made him smirk, just a little.
“You want to know how to please me?” he said, grasping his cock.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Suck my cock,” he said. “Suck it like you mean it.”
She sat up on the bed and scooted down to the end, kissing his stomach. She gripped his back, her nails biting into his skin as she kissed lower.
He moved back a step as she slid to the floor, her mouth leaving a hot trail down his body. She kissed the thick V of muscle at his hips, then grasped his cock and gave it an experimental pump.
He gritted his teeth and let out a low hiss. She paused, looking up at him. She was perfect like that, a beautiful redheaded angel on her knees.
“Keep going,” he urged, tangling his hand in her hair and wrapping it around his fist.
Painstakingly slowly, she tongued the very tip of his cock. He moaned at the sensation, her tongue like hot velvet again his sensitive skin. She shifted and opened her mouth. He sighed as he sank into her mouth, marveling at the gift she gave him, the image of her pouty pink lips swallowing his cock.
That image was now burned into his brain forever.
When she began to move, though… He had to work to keep his eyes open as she used her lips, her tongue, and her hand in unison.
“Fuck!” he said. “God damn, Cameron. It’s too good.”
She moaned, increasing her pace. God, he could cum just from this. Only he had something to prove to her. He wanted… no, needed, to give her the best orgasm of her fucking life. Better than she would’ve had here in the bed alone. Better than she’d had the first time they were together, as hot as that had been.
Biting his lip, he pulled her away. “I told you, Cameron. Your mouth is amazing, almost too good. But I want more than that tonight.”
“You talk a good game…” she said, teasing.
He chuckled. He helped her to her feet, then kissed her. She tasted musky, like his cock. He teased her tongue with his, tasting himself on her. He turned her around then pushed her onto the bed.
She cried out as she sprawled on the bed, her lush ass in the air. She turned over and sat up halfway, unintentionally thrusting her breasts out. He growled a little as he crawled on top of her, pushing her back down. He kissed her again as he wrestled her hands up a
bove her head, then kissed her neck.
She moaned when he sucked on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, almost coming off the bed when he cupped her breasts. He pushed her knees up and apart, kissing his way down her body.
He nuzzled her lower lips, admiring the way they glistened. He’d done that, excited her that much. He spread her with two fingers and licked his lips.
“Smith…” she protested weakly as he went straight for her clit, teasing it with slow licks. “Smith, god damn it!”
She tasted so good. He had to savor it though, because she pulled his head up, forcing his body to follow.
She kissed him vigorously, pulling him down to her. He groaned softly as his cock brushed up against her pussy, hot and willing.
“Do you have protection?” she whispered, flexing her hips against his.
“One second…” he said, withdrawing. He grabbed his trousers, searching, and was rewarded with a telltale crinkle.
He pulled the condom out, and rolled it on with deft fingers. He returned to her, grasping his cock and pressing the head flush to her entrance. When he pushed in, feeling the warm heat of her body, she cried out.
“God, yes,” he muttered. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Even with the condom between them, she felt like fucking heaven. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size. It seemed she was impatient though, because she bucked her hips.
“Please, Smith,” she gasped. “Don’t make me wait.”
He grabbed her waist, withdrawing and slamming himself home with a snap of his hips. They both cried out. He did it again, slowly, and again. Each time he sank himself into her body, chills raked his spine.
“Jesus, Cameron,” he whispered. He picked up the pace, putting her leg over his shoulder to make it feel deeper.
She raked her nails across his back, crisscrossing his flesh. That little bite of pain only increased his pleasure. He felt her tightening around him. She moved with him as he fucked her, meeting every thrust.
His skin shone with a thin sheen of sweat as he moved inside her, determined to make her explode. He thought of her nails against his back; maybe she needed the same push, a nudge over the edge.
He wrapped one hand around the front of her neck. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t discourage him. He squeezed gently, feeling the raw power of having her life in his hands. He’d never felt so dominant, so alive.
It was intoxicating.
“More,” she whispered. “Please. I’m so close…”
He cut off her breath for a few seconds. She responded immediately, moaning and writhing. He gripped her neck again, and she convulsed beneath him, clenching. As soon as he let go, she screamed as she came.
Smith’s own orgasm was barreling down upon him. He felt his seed spurt forth, jetting from his body as he pumped into her. When he was finally sated, he slowed, coming to rest on top of her.
He held his weight on his forearms, kissing Cameron on the lips. She kissed him back, but slowly, sluggishly. He withdrew from her body, tugging off the condom and throwing it aside.
He settled in beside her, pulling her body close. He was plagued with stray thoughts as his breathing slowed, things he couldn’t possibly say out loud.
Foremost among those thoughts was what the hell he was supposed to do with her now. Sighing, he shut the thoughts out. He turned on his side and watched her as she fell asleep, refusing to be plagued with doubts.
16
Cameron could admit it to herself: she was definitely eavesdropping. She stood in the doorway of the bathroom next to Spencer’s office, having silently tracked Spencer and Smith through the house.
Now she could hear Spencer talking about the business, although it wasn’t very helpful information. Most of it was boring enough to put her to sleep.
“How about that girl that works for you? What’s her name?” Spencer said.
Cam froze. This certainly wasn’t the direction that she’d seen the conversation going.
“Her name is Cameron,” Smith said. He sounded bored by the conversation, though she couldn’t see him.
“Do you like her?”
There was a long pause. “Yes. She’s a competent executive assistant.”
There was a clunk, like something heavy being put down. Spencer sighed heavily.
“You know that’s not what I mean, Smith.”
“It’s what you asked. You asked if I like her.”
“I want to know if she’s pleasant to fuck.”
Silence lapsed for several seconds.
“I’m not fucking her,” Smith gritted out.
“Why not? She’s obviously your type,” Spencer said casually.
“Piss off.”
“Are you saying that I went to the trouble of having a woman hired to the company with your specific needs in mind, and you are not taking advantage?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is if I am bankrolling the entire operation. Is there someone else that catches your fancy?”
“No!” Smith said. “No. I’m happy having her as my executive assistant.”
“Well, I think you’re foolish. The woman clearly wants you.”
Cam heard the creak of leather.
“I’m going to bed,” Smith said.
“To her bed, if you’ve any sense.”
She heard Smith’s heavy footsteps storming down the hallway, heading toward his bedroom. He’d be looking for her soon, if she had to guess. She planned to say that she was outside on the back porch.
She stuck her head out into the hallway, trying to see if the coast was clear. She saw no one, and was about to sneak out when Spencer’s voice stopped her.
“Hello, Stacey,” he said.
Cam stilled, then backed into the bathroom again. Better safe than sorry. She listened closely behind the partially closed bathroom door.
“Well, if you did your job, I wouldn’t need to check up on you,” he said. “I moved the money out of the employees’ retirement account and into my account in the Cayman Islands.”
She put her fingers over her mouth. For a second, she wondered if Spencer saw her, and was messing with her. After looking around for a second though, she was pretty sure that he had no inkling of her presence. She’d been ultra-cautious in following Smith and Spencer around the house.
“Obviously the employees will notice that their retirement fund is almost empty, Stacey. That’s why you are going to tamper with the files and cover my ass for a while.” He paused. “Yes. I’m going to resign publicly, which will tank the stock. We will buy a bunch of shares under a shell company, sell the stock short, and retire to Luxembourg.”
Her eyes went wide. He was stealing from the employees’ pension fund with the intention of getting caught?
“My son will take over the company,” Spencer said. “Leave the angry employees to him.”
Suddenly Spencer emerged from his office, heading down the hall. “Honestly, Stacey. It’s like I’ve never explained any of this before…”
She snuck a peek. Spencer was heading down the grand staircase, on his way somewhere. She leaned against the vanity in the dark, winded. She held her hands out in front of her face; even in the dark, she could tell she was shaking.
She needed to move, to tell Erika what she’d discovered. Erika would know how to double-check what Cam had just heard Spencer say.
She grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and sat down to text Erika. The few details that Cam had overheard were spilled over a few texts.
She sat on the counter and waited for Erika to text her back. She didn’t have to wait long.
Holy shit. I can’t believe he said that in your earshot, was Erika’s response. Then, We have to get proof. Actual evidence.
I agree, Cam responded. I’m freaking out about what to tell Smith.
What? No no no! You don’t tell Smith anything until we’re ready to publish! came the response. Work on finding corroborating evidence!
Cam bit her lip, slipping her phone back in her pocket. If Spencer was bold enough to discuss his plan in the house, there might be some evidence in his office.
She peered out in the hall, making sure it was all quiet. She darted into his office, all done up in leather. She grabbed the papers that were on top of the desk and flipped through them, but they appeared to be nothing more than sales projections.
Looking toward the open door, Cam quickly pulled open the desk drawers and looked through the papers she found there. Most of them were just sales projections or memos from the accountants.
In the second drawer, though, she finally hit pay dirt. The page was right on top, labeled List of Account Transfers. It was dated from yesterday. The left side listed all the accounts in the company, with most of them losing or gaining a small amount. The final figure was listed on the right side.
The account named Employee Pension started with an astonishingly large amount of money… and ended with less than a thousand dollars. At the bottom of the page was Spencer’s signature, writ large.
“No way,” she said, shaking her head. This must be the paperwork that he’d mentioned to Stacey, what she had to tidy up. Her heart beat double time, thinking that Spencer could be so casual about his theft of company funds.
Folding several pieces of paper and tucking them in her bra, Cam closed the drawers and stealthily crept out of the office. She headed to her bedroom, pulse pounding.
When she got there, she closed the door and collapsed on her bed. She was in disbelief. She’d found actual, concrete proof that the senior Calloway was corrupt…
And she couldn’t tell Smith, the one person who deserved to know the most. She pulled the papers from her bra, but couldn’t look at them.
Did she dare to pull the trigger?
On the other hand, did she dare not?
17
Cameron leaned back in her seat, watching Smith through her lashes as they drove back to the city. He was silent, his eyes on the road. She was supposed to be asleep, but when they’d reentered the city, the city lights had woken her up.
