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CHAPTER4

Mason

Cami Davis was going to be the death of me. When I realized she had swum in the pool last night, I’d locked my office door to keep myself from joining her. I’d known she didn’t own a swimsuit and when I’d found her clothes with her pretty purple panties on top in a cute little pile later that night, my suspicions that she’d been naked were absolutely confirmed.

There hadn’t been a work emergency tonight either. I’d lied about it to keep myself from being around her. Her long lean legs had been mesmerizing beneath that green polka-dotted dress, but when she’d bent over right in front of me in that scandalously short skirt, it had taken absolutely everything in me not to take her over my knee and give her a good spanking for buying something that indecent. I’d been able to see almost half of her perfectly shaped bottom, but that wasn’t all. I’d been able to see the seat of her panties. Her arousal had dampened them enough to reveal her real intentions to me. She wanted me to know that she wanted me too.

I’m not sure what had happened in the last few weeks, but it felt like she was constantly trying to bait me into something. I found her staring at my hands. She never really sat still, squirming and fidgeting endlessly whenever she was around me.

I’d been very careful with her so far and I’d done more than stay out of her way. I didn’t want to overstep with her, but it was becoming increasingly clear that she wanted more from me.

She’d taken to admitting her bouts of naughtiness to me. Ever since I’d asked her to finish her food that one time, she’d been leaving several uneaten bites on her plate. The guilt on her face told me she knew exactly what she was doing. She would stall and glance up at me several times with this adorable little blush that told me that her bare little bottom needed a good hard spanking over my knee.

I didn’t give her that. I did my absolute best to ignore her behavior. Maybe she would grow out of it, maybe she wouldn’t. I sighed and sat down at my desk after locking the door to my office. I unbuttoned my slacks and freed my insatiably hard cock. I hoped she hadn’t seen it when I’d made my quick exit, but I was so hard that it was beginning to be painful.

Up until this point, I’d kept my desire at bay, but as I slid my fingers along my shaft, I knew I’d have to at least temper my need before I saw her again. I was only a man and if she bent over in front of me like that again, I didn’t know if I would be able to hold myself back from what I really wanted to do to that very naughty little vixen.

I closed my eyes, stroking my fingers up and down my cock. I groaned softly, imagining what that perfect little bottom would look like bright red and entirely bare. My balls tightened, squeezing hard with desire. I opened one of my drawers and grabbed a small hand towel before I began stroking my cock in earnest.

I was so wound up it didn’t take me very long before I came with a quiet roar. I closed my eyes, feeling my seed spurt from a place deep below the base of my spine. I came hard and when I was finally done, I sighed.

I cleaned myself off, not allowing myself to think about how it would feel to sink deep inside her, to make her scream my name as I fucked her.

I tucked myself away and buttoned up my slacks. Still warm and feeling a bit more in control, I threw myself into my work for several hours. I worked late into the night, and I didn’t stop until the door handle jostled loudly.

With a sigh, I glanced at the clock. It was well after midnight. I got up and strode to the door, unlocking and opening it to find Cami standing there right in front of me. Another guilty look passed over her face, but it was gone in a second.

“It was our agreement that you would not disturb me when I’m working, Cami,” I scolded her gently. I made no move to touch her.

“Whatever. I want to talk to you,” she replied sassily. Her words were slurring together, and I noticed that her eyes were glassy.

“Did you go somewhere after dinner?” I asked carefully.

She swayed from side to side, before she pushed past me and walked right inside. “Yeah. I went to a party with my friends. What’s it to you?” she replied. She walked over to my couch and plopped down, looking at me with angry eyes. She was still wearing that short green dress and when she crossed her legs, I saw another glimpse of her panties beneath it.

She played with the strap on her right shoulder, loosening it enough to expose a tiny bit of her cleavage.

Fuck. I could be in control all I wanted, but I wasn’t dead. My cock stirred and I retreated to my desk, using it as cover so that she couldn’t see how much of an effect she was having on me. I didn’t want her to know how much I wanted to bend her over my desk, tear off those pretty panties she kept showing off to me, and give her the hard fucking she truly needed.

I did none of that. I simply waited to see what she would do next.

“Henry Cavanaugh kissed me tonight,” she started. Her glassy eyes bored into mine, full of challenge and spunk.

She was drunk.

“Do you like him?” I asked carefully. I sat back and crossed my legs. My cock was straining inside my slacks, but I ignored it. I wouldn’t lay a hand on her when she was in a state like this. I wouldn’t dare. She stared at me, her expression contemplative.

“Do you like me, Mason? Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked, and her gaze searched mine. She was curious and optimistic, but I didn’t want to give her false hope.

“You are a beautiful woman, and you will make a very lucky man very happy one day,” I replied cautiously.

“Yeah. Maybe,” she pouted. That clearly wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

“You should go to bed, Cami. I’ve got some more work I need to finish tonight,” I said firmly. The moment my voice hardened, however, her face lit up. She pressed her thighs together and started rubbing the tops of her legs with her fingers, clearly agitated. Her bra was thin and did little to hide her hard little nipples as they peeked through her dress.

“I don’t want to go to bed. I’m having more fun here with you,” she smirked.

“It’s time for bed. Don’t make me tell you again,” I said even more sternly.


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