She stepped in between my legs. I raised my hand and caressed her cheek, looking at her perfect, pink lips.
“And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” My voice was husky, my breaths quick and shallow. “Would you do it?”
I would never sleep with her under such conditions. I never had to force sex on anyone, not that I wanted to. I just wanted to hear her say she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I slid my fingers across her silky skin to her lips and ran my thumb over the seam of her lips. She gasped and bit into her lip, which was an unconscious reaction, I believed, but it was fucking sexy.
She was trembling, still silent as I moved my fingers across her jaw to her neck. If
she said no, it would be hard for me to stop touching her, but I would stop.
“I’m attracted to you, Camilla. Tell me that you want me too. Tell me that you feel the same.”
She moaned, tilting her head to the side to allow me better access, and I stroked the sensual arch of her neck.
“You already know it.” Her voice was deeper, raspy. “You wouldn’t have invited me to this hotel room if you hadn’t figured that out already.”
“But I need to hear the words. Say it. Say you want me.” I tugged her to get her closer to me and placed my hands on her hips. I wouldn’t do anything to her before she said she wanted it, but I couldn’t resist touching her.
“I won’t force you to sleep with me as a part of some debt,” I reassured her. “I won’t sleep with you just because you owe me, so if you don’t want me, just say the word and we’re out of here.”
I left my hands on her hips, returning her gaze as I waited for her to answer me.
“I want you too, Merritt,” she almost whispered. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
I groaned, beside myself with desire. That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling me. Her skirt rose up, revealing her lush thighs, and I covered them with my hands.
“I’ll find you a job,” I muttered into her lips. “Now, no more talking.” And I kissed her.
5
Camilla
Sometimes, my ideas were genius. But sometimes they were downright crazy. What the hell am I doing, I asked myself, certainly not for the first time.
This was my last-resort because if I hadn’t done it, I would be done for. Today’s lunch with interns didn’t help me at all, and I even heard that out of the twenty interns they accepted, they would hire only one. So, the odds weren't in my favor.
I’d formulated the plan in the hotel elevator, on the verge of hyperventilating because I’d never done something like this in my life. I was blackmailing Merritt Dawson. Was I totally insane?
I had counted on different reactions.
I’d expected him to flip out and go off the deep end.
I had not expected him to ask me to sleep with him in exchange for a job.
But what Carter didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.
“And if I ask to sleep with you in return?” he asked me, his voice barely recognizable under the thick coat of his desire. “Would you do it?”
I was prepared to fight for what I wanted, and I knew I was attracted to him. So what if I slept with him? It wasn’t like I wasn’t attracted to him and didn’t want him.
He moved his thumb over my lips before they continued to my neck, and I began trembling. His touch was creating fire in me, eliminating the traces of my reason.
“I’m attracted to you, Camilla. Tell me that you want me too. Tell me that you feel the same.”
The air in the room seemed to vanish, and I could barely get enough oxygen into my lungs. My pussy was pulsating fast, and I wished for nothing more than to feel his fingers and mouth on me, to feel his cock buried deep inside of me…
I moaned and arched my neck, closing my eyes when his deft fingers ran across the sensitive skin of my neck.