The Dare Collection August 2019. Christy McKellen

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      ‘Liar,’ I whisper, fighting the need to taste the skin of her neck.

      She sways closer and I ease back, a tease, keeping my distance, torturing us both. For now. But the struggle is real, the deep and relentless need catching me off guard.

      I continue in the same husky voice, ‘It’s your call, of course.’

      She’s panting now, her breath brushing my lips, and it takes every scrap of control I possess not to kiss her. But not yet. She’s set a challenge, one my libido is raring to meet.

      And I want to hear every detail of these fantasies. I want to know how her inventive and open mind works, especially the part that not only conjured up fantasies about me, but also had the mettle to proposition me in the Faulkner boardroom.

      ‘Tell me.’ I allow my hushed words to bathe the space between our mouths. ‘Would you be in the bath or in your bed? Would I walk in and catch you with your hand down the front of your underwear? Would you stop touching yourself, or continue knowing I couldn’t look away?’

      Excitement sparks in her eyes. The space between her body and mine floods with pheromones, the air temperature rising and generating enough electrical activity to start a thunderstorm.

      ‘Go on,’ I taunt. ‘Let me watch you now.’

      She reaches for my forearms with both hands, as if she needs me to balance. But the look she raises to mine is pure challenge. She may have hesitated out of a sense of professionalism, but I can tell there’s no way she’ll allow me to wrestle control of her fantasy from her, and I’m happy to concede for the reward of watching this fascinating and beautiful woman claim her pleasure.

      ‘Okay.’ Her voice is husky with need or nerves, but she drops one hand to her side and slips it under the hem of her dress.

      Triumph flares in my chest even as my knees weaken—she’s astounding. Brave and determined and capable of anything. And fuck me if the fact she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to chase it isn’t the biggest turn-on so far.

      She drags in a shaky breath, her whole body trembling with its force. I look down to see her dress hitched up and her hand buried between her legs, but sheltered from my view by the bunched-up fabric.

      I swallow hard. She’s a dream. A siren. A goddess sent to test me.

      I call on every scrap of strength I possess not to touch her, and force my voice to continue in the same low tone. ‘What would you have done if I’d caught you touching yourself? What would you have said?’

      She looks up with the need which is mirrored in me burning in her beautiful eyes. ‘Kiss me.’

      It’s what I want to hear, the exact invitation I need.

      I cup her face, holding her stare and tilting her head to the desired angle, but taking my sweet time even though I want to taste the lush lips only millimetres from mine with a ferocity I’m struggling to control.

      ‘Just so you know, I’ve wanted to kiss you since I walked into the waiting area and saw you yesterday.’ I give her no time to absorb my words, her tiny gasp signal enough that she’s registered them. I slide my mouth over her parted lips and drag her body to mine so every soft inch of her is pressed up against the hardness she inspires.

      One swipe, two, three... Who’s counting?

      She parts her lips further, accepting the push of my tongue inside. My fingers tangle in that swath of blonde silk and she whimpers under me, her whole body slack and her eyes, which have remained open throughout, glazing over.

      I pull back, foolishly thinking I’m done with the kiss, only to tilt my head sideways and enjoy it from the opposite angle—an experience that’s as good as the first time, because now she’s practically writhing all over me and clutching at my hair with her free hand as she kisses me back.

      Just one more taste. Just one more minute, then I’ll put a stop to this and walk away.

      Energy pours through me, electrifying every cell in my body. The reality of Blair Cameron has blown my mind. This room has never hosted such agreeable negotiations. I feel a new shiny brass plaque is in order to commemorate the great contract agreement of the Faulkner Group and Cameron Interiors.

      But I want more now I’ve had one taste. I can’t help myself. Knowing she’s still touching herself under that dress, thinking of me, wanting me, recalling fantasies of me...

      We part, panting and gasping.

      ‘As good as you fantasised?’ My voice is gruff. I’m at the office. It’s before ten in the morning and all I can think about is laying her back on the oak conference table for a look under this dress.

      Her mouth is swollen and I touch her lips, wiping the moisture from them with the pads of my fingers. They’re smooth, red, a sexy haven I want to see slack with ecstasy, gasping my name and wrapped around my dick.

      She nods, her head shaky, but then, in a bold move I should have expected, she sucks the pad of my index finger into her mouth and swivels her hips so her belly crushes my erection between us. ‘Then I would have asked you to touch me.’

      The groan in my head abolishes any reservation and spurs me on.

      Her lips return to mine, her kiss sexy and bold, slaying me.

      In one move I hoist her up and deposit her on the table, stepping into the space she creates for me by spreading her thighs. She doesn’t care that she’s creased her dress by bunching it up her bare, toned legs. She doesn’t care that we could be disturbed at any minute. My own workplace principles are shot to hell by the heat coming from between her legs as I wedge myself closer. I can’t get close enough.

      I kiss her again, this time hissing at the ferocity with which she twists my hair. But revenge tastes as sweet as her mouth when I slide my hand up one thigh, my fingers joining hers tangling in the shoved-aside crotch of her damp underwear and her soft, slick centre.

      This is madness. What the hell is she doing to me? Any minute now I’ll come to my senses and stop.

      She bucks against my hand, her fingers and mine sliding together to rub all the right places, and I wedge my hips closer to stop her slipping from the edge of the table. Then she snatches her own hand away so she can brace her arms behind her on the table.

      ‘Yes,’ she hisses around our kiss. ‘Oh... Reid!’

      My fingers glide over her swollen clit. A triumphant growl resonates past my tight throat. I pull away from her mouth to watch her pleasure streak across her beautiful face as I work the bundle of nerves. ‘This is what you used to think about?’

      She nods as I glance down to where all that deliciousness is exposed for my eyes only. I enjoy the view of my fingers working her, loving her gasp when I push one finger inside her and continue to circle her clit with my thumb.

      ‘Yes...and I thought about you last night while I made myself come with my vibrator.’ Her hips undulate in time with the rhythm of my plunging finger.

      Fuck. I’m toast. This woman is almost too hot for me to handle. ‘Oh, I’m going to want СКАЧАТЬ