Into You Series: The Complete Collection

34. Grace

CHAPTER 34

GRACE

“ I s it weird that harassment prevention videos are an aphrodisiac?” Cameron asks.

I shut the door to his office and lean against the handle, smiling as he stands opposite me, sitting on his desk. Like a candle to a flame, I walk toward him, settling myself between his open legs.

“I think it makes you a sociopath,” I whisper, reaching my hand up to stroke his jawline and ghost my fingers over his trimmed beard.

“Good,” he growls. “Now I have a medical excuse to ravage you.”

His hands go to my waist, pulling me closer, gripping my sides tighter as his hands run along the stitching of my dress. If I could read minds, I’d be willing to bet he’s wondering how to rip it off me.

He leans down to kiss my neck. His hands trail down my dress to the slit on the side, parting it to stroke the outside of my underwear.

“Damn,” he breathes. “I was hoping you’d gone with the other option.”

“Maybe I wanted you to work for it.”

He lets out a low groan, gripping my waist tighter and applying more pressure to the circles he’s now forming against my sensitive spot.

His heavy breaths carry to my ear.

“Do you want me to take you on this desk?” he growls, moving his hand on my waist and caressing the underside of my breast, teasing how close he is to me. “Can you picture my fingers deep inside you?”

Surely he can feel the wetness against his fingers. I try not to moan at the sound of anticipation in his voice.

My gaze shifts to the windows. The blinds are closed and pulled taut. Nobody can see us, but my heart still races. I can’t tell if I’m nervous to be caught or thrilled that it’s a possibility. It’s the risk that someone could walk in and see Cameron’s body pressed against mine as he possesses my body and soul that makes my heart pound. The feminist in me likes to think I would be on top, but I’m craving to be bent over the desk as well.

“Do you want to be mine, Holmes?” he croons, his voice vibrating between us. “I can feel you tensing up. You’re close and we haven’t even started.”

He’s not wrong. The area between my legs is practically shivering, and his touch feels more and more pleasurable with each circle of his finger across my clit.

I spread my arm across his desk and knock over a couple items.

“Have you always wanted to do that, Holmes?” he asks with a laugh.

“No, I’ve always wanted to be fucked over a desk.”

He groans, hopping off the table and whipping me around. He runs his hand along the length of my back as he bends me over the desk. His strained zipper juts against me.

“God, you are gorgeous.”

He moves beneath my skirt, pushing aside my panties and dipping finger inside me.

I moan.

He covers my mouth with his palm.

“Shh, baby,” he croons, rolling a second finger in.

I lick his palm. He sucks in a sharp breath, pulsing his fingers in and out, driving up my heart rate within seconds.

But then, just as quickly as I succumb to his touch, a knock on the door sounds. Cameron scrambles to give me space. I straighten my dress and fumble over to the couch.

The door handle turns, and the door opens, revealing Mr. Feldman, clipboard in hand.

“Oh,” he says and my heart sinks.

Do I look as guilty as I feel? My heart is racing a million miles an hour, I’m clearly out of breath, and, God, am I sweating ?

“I didn’t know you had a meeting,” he says. “My apologies. I’m leaving for the day.”

I open my mouth to speak but Cameron jumps in. “It was on our calendars. Four o’clock. We were planning to speak with you on this tomorrow. Hopefully flesh out some things.”

He’s smooth and more vocal than I am right now. I can’t even form a sentence, and I’m thankful he has his wits about him enough to cover for the both of us.

“Right, well, then let’s do that,” Mr. Feldman agrees, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “I’ll be in town until three tomorrow so let’s try for noon, shall we? My treat for lunch. We’ll order in.”

I try to smile, but I’m terrified. I don’t know why fate felt gracious enough to not let us get caught.

“Sounds great,” Cameron answers.

I nod to him in acknowledgement. He takes his leave and then we’re left, just the two of us, eyes scanning every inch of each other’s skin.

“I think I just saw my career flash before my eyes,” I mutter.

He laughs. “Me too.”

I walk toward him with my pinky extended.

“Oh, no,” he says with a grin.

I keep my finger out.

“Promise no more office hookups,” I whisper now that the door is wide open.

He links his pinky with mine and smiles.

“Fine. But can I still check you out? I’ll drop some pens on the ground, and you can bend over to pick them up or something.”

I scoff. “You’re a ridiculous person.”

“Yes, but I’m your ridiculous person.”

My stomach flips.

Something tells me this isn’t casual anymore.