Page 18 of Pride & Precedents

At that, he chuckles lightly, raising his hand to tuck a wayward curl behind my ear.

"Of course. I know you're a grown woman, Camila. Plump and juicy and just begging for someone to take a bite."

"Mr. Park!" I gasp, taken aback at his boldness.

His hand, still behind my ear, clutches the back of my neck firmly and brings my mouth so close we share the same breath.

"That's right, Camila. Call me 'Mr. Park'. 'Mr. Park', your demanding, unreasonable boss. Never forget that I'm in charge. I can make you work until midnight tonight. I can bend you to my will. And right now, my will is to bend you over this desk, and spread those caramel thighs."

Fitting words to actions, he swiftly turns me to face his desk, forces my head down onto this morning's client files, and kicks my feet apart.Shit!I couldn't be wetter if I dove into the deep end of a pool. I'm definitely in the deep end now.

I keep my eyes focused on the Waterman pen near his keyboard as his hand skims up my inner thigh, higher and higher until he reaches the lace of my stockings. The friction of the lace against the pads of his fingers starts an itch inside me that I willbeghim to scratch if I have to.This can't be just a tease.He lets out a groan that sounds like it's through clenched teeth.

"Tsk tsk, Camila. This whole time, you've been hiding seductive thigh highs under here? You know I've got to punish you for that."

I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning and grip the edge of the desk tighter. He laughs at my silence.

"That's fine. You won't be able to stay quiet for long, Mila. Not when I push up this ridiculous skirt and slap these luscious cheeks of yours. Not when I fall to my knees and bury my face in that streaming cunt I can already feel radiating through your panties. Not when I slide a finger deep in your pussy to match the rhythm of my tongue on your clit, biting down until you're nearly crazy with need. You won't be able to stay quiet then. But sure, do your best."

Ever the cocky asshole.I can actuallyhearhim smirking. I can't wait to make him eat his words…and other things. I keep my lips firmly trapped between my teeth, my breath coming out of my nostrils in desperate gusts.

"Camila."

I stay silent, patiently waiting for him to touch me, to brand me with his fingers, his tongue. To drive into me so deep he can feel my soul.

"Camila?"

He's taunting me now, trying to get me to surrender. I won't speak. I won't turn around. If he wants me, he must take me.

"Camila, are you OK?"

A tentative hand lands on my shoulder, and I nearly fall out of my chair. I'm not on Henry's desk. I'm not even in Henry's office. Instead of Henry, Jeremy from the mailroom is hovering over my desk while I have the most vivid daydream of my life. Jeremy can't be more than twenty—with a mop of unruly red hair, a beard that refuses to grow in evenly, and stubborn acne—and I'm traumatizing the poor kid. I clear my throat and focus my eyes on his, hoping he doesn't notice the embarrassed blush on my cheeks.

"Jeremy, hi! Sorry, I was kinda spacing out there."

He looks at me doubtfully, but drops the certified mail on my desk.

"You asked for the envelope from Tanner Moore as soon as it arrived."

I take it with a smile.

"Thanks so much. I owe you a beer for bringing it to me directly."

He rolls his eyes, but returns my smile.

"Don't worry about it. When would you even have the time? I know Sub Zero never lets you have any fun."

"What's that, Jeremy?"

At the sound of Henry's voice behind him, Jeremy's back goes rigid and his smile falters. He doesn't dare turn around.

"Nothing, sir. My apologies, sir."

Still refusing to make eye contact, Jeremy backs away before breaking into a sprint when he reaches the end of the hall. I turn to Henry with a raised eyebrow.

"Was that really necessary?"

Henry's face is unreadable.

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