Page 34 of Pride & Precedents

"Do you want anything? I've got white wine, sparkling water, OJ. I might even have a beer in there, though I can't promise it's good. Gabe left it here the last time he was over."

I'm in Camila's apartment. I'm in Camila's apartment with her…alone. This feels both dangerous and inevitable, and I force my logic and rules to the back of my mind for once.

"I'll take a sparkling water. Thanks."

She nods and heads to the kitchen, stepping out of her heels along the way. The sight of such an intimate act has me following behind her without thinking. She bends down to look inside the fridge, and I step further into her personal space. I'm so close that I can smell her alluring scent again, a scent I will now associate with secrets and lust. She jumps when she turns to find me looming over her.

"Excuse me," she whispers, stepping around me to place my drink on the counter.

I don't want the fucking drink. All I want is her. I step closer and she steps back until she bumps into the counter behind her.

"Uh, what are you doing, Henry?"

I step even closer until our bodies are flush.

"I think you know."

Her eyes widen and her breath hitches.

"But what about keeping things professional? What about the rules?"

I duck down and nuzzle her neck, encouraged when she leans her head to the side, opening herself to me further.

"I'm having a hard time remembering them at the moment."

She shivers when I caress her neck with my nose, taking a deep inhale.God, her smell is intoxicating!

"Your rule since forever is 'no romance in the workplace'. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

My hands move from caging her in on the counter to grabbing her hips. I squeeze the soft flesh and feel myself harden in my pants. I press my body more firmly against her, letting her feel how much she turns me on.

"Pretty sure, yeah. Plus, you've already proven you can keep a secret. What's one more?"

The words are out before I can stop them, and I pull back to look into her eyes. I want this, but I will back off if she doesn't feel the same. A wave of relief overwhelms me when I see my lust mirrored in her face, her lids heavy. I nudge her legs apart and step between them. I reach down to caress the skin on the inside of her knee, and I feel victorious when goosebumps emerge.

"I'll take that as a yes."

I drag my fingers further up and to the inside of her thighs, and I'm rewarded with a sensual gasp that heats my blood further.

"You and these goddamn dresses have been driving me crazy for weeks. You knew what you were doing, didn't you?"

She bites her lips and spreads her legs wider, urging me to continue my upward quest.

"You deserved it, blowing me off like that. If you'd just—" she moans when I bite down on her neck, then lick the spot. "If you'd just let your bullshit rules go after that first night at The Commodore, we could've been…getting to know each other for weeks now."

I slide my hands up further still until they graze the edge of her panties. I'm relieved to find they're cotton; the old Camila is still in there, buried under seductive clothes and makeup.

"You'll learn that I prefer to take my time."

I tease the seam of her sex through her panties before slipping a finger beneath the flimsy fabric. She drops her hands from my shoulders to grip the counter, throwing her head back in a silent moan. I kiss along her neck and collarbone, venturing lower still to the generous cleavage revealed by this infuriating dress.

"Henry…God. Stay right there. Don't…move."

I smirk at how ravenous she is for me, and maintain my tight strokes of her clit. I feel her get wetter under my touch, and a corresponding wet spot begins to form on the front of my pants.

Still indulging in her cleavage, I use my teeth to pull down her dress and reveal the dark chocolate nipples that have been haunting me since last night.She has breasts like this and seriously thought I would let her walk away?

Her hips are unconsciously moving with my fingers, amplifying her pleasure along with my torture. From the slight tremble of her thighs against me, she's close.

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