Page 28 of Pride & Precedents

She steps closer to me, her breasts pressed so tightly against my chest now that I can feel her pebble hard nipples through her blouse.Why did I come in here, again?

"What made you put your hands on my hips that night? Why did you grab my neck and push your tongue into my mouth?"

Her last words are whispered against my neck, her lips grazing my skin. I close my eyes to try an block out her assault of my senses.

"Camila…"

"Yes, Henry?"

She presses her lips firmly to the side of my jaw, dragging them up to the shell of my ear before she first bites then licks the tender flesh.Fuck the rules.

I let out a growl before taking her neck just as I did that night, finding her mouth open and yielding to my lips and tongue. I'm drowning in her erotic scents: her perfume, the tangy smell of her arousal, the mint of her breath as she pants into my mouth.

I release the hand on the back of her neck to explore the delectable tits driving me senseless. My knuckles brush her skin as I unbutton one button on her dress, then a second, then a third, until only thin, black lace covers her chest.

Unable to resist looking at the treasure I've revealed, I break the kiss and stare unabashedly right at her breasts. Her coffee-colored nipples push against her bra, begging me to touch them, to lick them, to worship them.

Who am I to deny her?

I kiss along the rim of the lace, descending further into madness with each whimper that leaves Camila's mouth. She's just as responsive as I remember.

Finally, I thumb the lace aside and pinch a point between my lips, swirling it against my tongue like the most sinful truffle.She clutches my shoulders with each lick, using my chest to muffle her moans.

My erection is pushing against her, so ready to sink into her, I feel the first drops of precum leave the tip. I nudge my knee between her legs and can't stifle a groan at the feel of her steaming core through the fabric of my pants.

The sound of someone trying the door before realizing it's locked—thank God!—turns us both to stone. How do we explain this? Camila recovers first, stepping away and yanking her nipple from my mouth with a moist pop. Her abrupt retreat thankfully works like ice water, deflating my cock in the same time it takes her to pick up the box of files, paste a smile on her face, and thrust open the door.

"Oops! The door must've closed behind me!" she says too brightly to whoever waits on the other side.

As she pushes the door open wider to make her escape, I see it's a member of the cleaning crew. My heart resumes beating and I make a note to drop a couple Benjamins in the collection plate this Sunday. Things with Camila just went from awkward tobeyondcomplicated.

Chapter thirteen

Camila

Yesterday was way too close for comfort. If it had been anyone but Jorge in maintenance, we would both be in deep shit. I can't deny I like Henry—how can I not?—but no one's going to hire a brand new lawyer that was fired from BBS&P for inappropriate conduct.

I wait in the plush leather chairs in his office and check my watch for the fiftieth time this morning. I got in at seven after spending most of last night pretending to sleep. How was I supposed to sleep when every time I closed my eyes, I saw his burning into me? I tasted the need in every swipe of his tongue, heard the desire in the moans he tried to contain. If not for the interruption, I might have let him take me right on the file table.

Might have?the slutty voice in my head counters.If not for Jorge, you'd be at CVS picking up Plan B right now.Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed, followed by an even colder shower when I got home.

At least the attraction is mutual, even if we can't act on it. I'll probably need earplugs to protect against the deafeningI toldyou so's from Rory once I tell her how well her clothes worked, but it'll be worth it considering Henry and I's little closet rendezvous is going to keep me warm for many nights to come. I'll just buy some AAAs along with the earplugs.

I look up at the sound of Henry's door opening. He sees me sitting and a smile so warm it heats my insides spreads across his face. God, he's not going to make this easy.

"Good morning, Camila."

I bite my lips to contain a gasp. I'm still not used to being anything but "Ms. Sanchez" to him.HisMs. Sanchez.

"Good morning, sir. Why don't you have a seat so we can talk?"

His smile turns chagrined as he takes the seat across from mine.

"Uh oh. Is itmyturn to get the brush off now? I bet I can change your mind if you give me a chance."

He winks and my heart stutters. I cannot handle Flirty Henry.¡Dios mío, give me strength!

I laugh awkwardly and struggle to maintain eye contact.

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