Page 10 of Enthrall Climax
Her fingers tightened around my hand. “It will be good for us.”
“Do we have an agreement?”
She threw a smile at someone across the room and then her gaze returned to mine. “My boss.”
“I’m your boss.”
“You know what I mean.”
I glanced over at Dana Davenport, our director of marketing, and gave her a friendly nod of acknowledgment. From the way she glared back, she didn’t approve. “She’s a little scary.” I pulled a face.
“I can handle her.”
I couldn’t have been prouder. When I’d first met Mia she’d been a wallflower, a little naïve I’ll admit, but desirously innocent. I’d helped her blossom into the woman she was now and that made what we had all the more sacred. I knew her well, even to the extent of knowing she was about to beg for what she wanted in three, two, one—
“I’m ready.”
I suppressed a smile. “Not sure you are.”
“I am.” She swallowed hard, unable to hide her nervousness.
In that moment the only thought I had was of me shoving my dick down her throat—I was going to explode if I couldn’t touch her again for the rest of the night.
The music stopped and I thanked her for the dance, turning my back on her and heading for the bar, trying to act like she had no effect on me despite being aroused by her Black Opium perfume, which she’d dabbed in all the right places before leaving home.
Her begging me to go darker with her was destroying my will to breathe. Light-years ago it had been my reason to live. Fucking on that level was a goddamned ecstasy unlike any experience I’d ever had. My body was burning up as my imagination offered all the variations infused into formidable play—the fucked-up glorious kind. I had no right introducing her to what had once been my obsession. She deserved to be treated like a queen and degrading her was a hard limit for me as her master. My will to remain decent with her was flailing against my need to return to that rapturous practice.
Putting distance between us brought me down from the pinnacle of these debauched thoughts, yet my mind raged against my desires.
I gestured to get the waiter’s attention and ordered another Perrier. I turned my mind to accounting. The recent software updates. The current state of the Stock Exchange. Anything to stop an erection.
Oh, hell no…
Black Opium wafted from behind me. “Cameron?”
I turned and gave Mia a cordial smile. “Hey.”
She glanced around the room to see if we were being watched. “This is hard on me, too.”
My brain launched into overdrive with the way she expressed the wordhard.
Being forbidden to touch her was having an adverse effect. I went to brush a strand of hair out of her face and then reached for my water.
I quickly withdrew my hand, remembering I’d left my drink alone for fifteen minutes. If Shay caught me drinking from a potential threat he’d be on my case. I looked around for him hoping he could save me from breaking Mia’s rule. I was about to wrap my hand around the back of her neck and drag her in for a kiss.
I chose instead to bite down on my lip like a literary heroine—tongue-fucking her right this second in front of everyone would have been preferable.
“I’m with you because I love you,” she said softly. “Not for what you can do for me.”
“I know.”
She’d more than proven it when she’d stood by my side during the darkest hours for our company. Mia had been right there for me with her love and support, confirming we were everything we needed to be to make this work. She’d been my goddamned refuge.
“Hey, bro.” Henry tapped my shoulder. “How’s it going?”
“Great. You?”
Easily as tall as me and having kept up a military physique from his time as a SEAL, my big brother was garnering the kind of attention he rarely cared about. Henry was a dichotomy, a team player and yet a loner, a martial arts expert and yet as gentle as they come, and most of all a recovering soldier from a war that still wasn’t over. Henry’s capture back in Afghanistan had changed him irrevocably—though from his smart tuxedo and dashing smile he looked every bit the privileged executive.
