Chapter Nine #2
His eyes snapped to hers in the mirror, and the vibe in the room instantly shifted. Desire burned in her gaze and his body responded, his erection pushing at the front of his slacks.
Holding her gaze in the mirror, he pulled down the zipper, releasing the fabric and letting the dress fall to the floor. Beneath the gown was a sexy black satin lingerie set that was hot as hell.
He traced her curves with his hands from her hips up to her waist, his palms cupping her breasts over the soft material. Her nipples where hard peaks, and she pushed her ass into his cock as he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“Would you like to be on the naughty list this Christmas?” he asked in a low husky voice.
In reply, she spun around, yanking on his tie and pulling him into a kiss. Despite his raging desire, they had to be fast and quiet. He fumbled with his pants, unzipping himself and freeing his erection with a relieved hiss.
Cammie grasped his cock in her hand, stroking his length as she moved her lips down his neck, pressing little kisses along his skin. She was amazing, so hot, her need matching his own.
He pulled out his wallet, silently thankful his dad had advised him a long time ago to carry a condom. Just in case. He’d never used the spare before, always waiting until he was in a bedroom to fuck the women he slept with, but he couldn’t resist Cammie enough to wait.
He sat down on the bench in the dressing room and rolled on protection. She straddled him, her hands on his shoulders, her knees on the bench on either side of his hips. He reached between them and yanked her black panties to the side, poising his erection at her entrance.
She was wet enough to take him, making a small noise from the back of her throat as she lowered herself onto his cock. At the slick feel of her body clasping his, he ground his teeth to keep quiet.
Keeping his eyes locked on the mirror across from him, he took in the sight of himself in his suit, every inch the well-put-together businessman with a nearly naked goddess in his lap.
Her long blonde hair fell halfway down her back and her body shook with pleasure as she rose and dropped down again, taking what she needed.
They both struggled to be quiet, but nothing could hide the sound of their heavy breathing in the tiny space.
Without warning, Cammie stiffened and ground herself onto him, releasing a whimper he caught with his mouth, kissing her to help swallow her climax.
It helped keep him quiet too, since the feeling of her squeezing his dick sent him spiraling into an explosive orgasm of his own.
It was fast, dangerous and hot as hell. His sweet barista had a wild side he could see himself growing addicted to.
She pulled herself off him, wincing as she stood and stretched out her legs. He removed the condom and tied off the end before wrapping it in tissue paper he found on the floor and shoving it into his pocket to dispose of later.
Giving her a quick kiss on her lips, Leo left the dressing room, hoping nobody had heard them. The sound of paper and rustling followed from inside Cammie’s room. Then, she let him know she was trying on a few more dresses.
“I found the one!” she said at last, bouncing out of the fitting room, a happy smile on her face.
“And I can’t wait to see you wearing it.”
She shook her head. “You can wait until the night of the party. I’m all about surprises!”
He loved how bright and cheery she was. Her sunshine personality had returned and he was grateful.
A little while later, the gown, along with a pair of silver heels and matching bag, were in a garment back in the back of his SUV.
“Come to my place?” he asked, hoping to spend the rest of the day with her.
A blush stained her cheeks. “I need a shower after what we did in the dressing room.”
Leo smirked. “It’s a good thing I’ve got one of those,” he said on a laugh.
Cammie grinned, and the first thing she did when they arrived at his place was head into the bathroom. Though tempted to join her and see if he could get her nice and dirty again, he needed to make a phone call while Cammie was occupied.
The conversation he’d had with his sister stayed with him. Bothered him. He had to explain to her the importance of this interview request. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d promised Cammie a job, just a shot at proving herself.
He closed his bedroom door, waked to the living room, and called Jenny.
Despite being at work, she answered her cell phone on the first ring. “Hi, Leo.”
“Hey, do you have a minute to talk?”
She sighed. “You’re putting me in an awkward position, little brother. If anyone found out I interviewed someone without a degree, it could hurt the firm’s reputation.”
“I understand that. But how many favors have I ever asked you for? Aside from this morning’s and you have to admit, seeing Patricia lose her composure was worth the trip.”
Jenny laughed but when she spoke, her tone was serious. “I only hire real graphic artists, someone that has both talent and skill.”
“Cammie has both of those,” Leo said, exasperated because she wasn’t truly listening.
“Do you really think I’d ask you for help if I didn’t believe she would hold up when you looked at her portfolio?
I know your time is valuable.” He’d roll his eyes but as a workaholic himself, he knew his words to be true.
“I don’t know…”
He groaned. “I wouldn’t do anything to sabotage your business, Jen.”
“I know that. But in this case, I’m not sure your judgment is sound. Your feelings for this woman could be influencing your point of view.”
Dammit. He needed to convince her. Not just because he’d promised Cammie but because he believed in her and wanted her to have a shot at her dream job. The only way he could accomplish that was to lie to his sister.
“I don’t have feelings for her. We just made a deal, and I want to hold up my end.
” His stomach churned at his words but he’d say whatever he had to to get Jenny to give Cammie an interview.
“Listen,” he continued before she answered him.
“Cammie gave me access to her online portfolio in case you wanted to see her work before meeting with her. I’m going to send it over as soon as we hang up. ”
“I never agreed to meet with her—”
“I know you didn’t,” he snapped, even more frustrated with his sister. “I know you don’t want to interview her. But I’m just asking for a brief sit down. It will make her feel like she’s got a chance. I’m obligated to make this happen, somehow.”
“Fine. I’ll look at it. But I’m late for a meeting so we’ll talk soon, okay?”
He grunted a yeah in reply before he disconnected the call. Then he turned around to find Cammie standing behind him, hair wet and a look of betrayal on her face.