Page 132 of Carved Obsession

“Almost done, love. With Duval around, and the move we made on him, we’re expecting retaliation.”

“I thought you have a team of tech people who handles this stuff.”

“Yes, we do, but the situation is so charged now. I would rather be the extra pair of eyes.”

Most leaders would delegate and wipe their hands of the problem. I appreciate this difference.

“What’s that folder?” I point to a lonely icon named “S” on one of the screens.

Carter pauses, mouse stuck in the middle of the image, his body going slightly rigid beneath me. He drags the cursor to the file and double-clicks the folder, and I lean over, my ass sliding deeper into his lap as I attempt to distinguish the images in the small thumbnails.

“No fucking way!” I exclaim. “That’s my fucking bedroom!” I whip my head around, meeting his gaze.

The slightest tinge of guilt meets me, but it’s not enough for him to actually look like he’s sorry.

“You have a camera in my bedroom, Carter?”

He nods, lips tugging into a suggestive grin. “And I don’t intend on taking it out.”

“But . . . I do stuff in there.”

“Oh, I know.” He raises his brows. I didn’t know his face was capable of that.

“I didn’t meanthat. I meant...girl stuff. You can’t—Wait, what?” I recoil, but he wraps his arm around my middle, tugging me against him. I’m fully seated now, feet off the ground.

He opens one video, and I’m stunned into silence as I watch myself drop the towel after coming out of the shower, happily naked without knowing he was stalking me. In another video, I’m simply sleeping. Peaceful. Oblivious. And in the third one...I’m splayed on my bed, legs bent and open wide, my hand deep between my thighs, fingers sunk deep inside my core.

My mouth drops open, yet I can’t get any words out.

Holy hell, he’s been watching me get myself off. Right here...in this office. And he saved the footage.

I’m astonished. Slightly appalled. And . . . turned on.

My hips involuntarily adjust on his lap, moisture gathering between my thighs, right in that spot that presses against the growing bulge beneath it. With his hand around my belly, he holds me firmly as he flexes upward, and the slightest whimper escapes my throat when his cock puts just the right amount of pressure on my sex.

“Do you like that, kitten?”

I lean into his whisper, pressing my back to his front and leaning my head against his shoulder. His warmth is addicting. His touch even more so, as he slides his hand over my stomach until he reaches my breast, massaging it with a deliciously firm touch.

“Yes . . .” I answer.

“Look at yourself. Look how fucking hypnotizing you are as you drive your fingers into your addictive little cunt.” He pinches my nipple through the fabric, rolling it between his fingers.

Logically, I know I should feel an ache, a slight pain, or maybe a deeper one, but I’m overcome with longing instead. An intense need to feel him do to me what I’m doing to myself on that screen.

“Such a beautiful little slut you are, putting on such a magnificent show without even knowing.” He captures my earlobe between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth before he swipes his tongue over the edge and plants shivers and goosebumps all over my flesh.

“I didn’t know . . .” I moan.

“Yet, you wanted it to be me. Didn’t you? Look how fucking wet you got for me. Whimpering my name under your breath like you were praying I would appear out of the shadows and fuck you senseless.”

Reaching under my blouse, he tugs down my bra and captures my breast in his large palm, kneading it into a bundle of pleasure as his other hand finds the heat between my legs.

I roll my hips against his bulge as he rubs the pad of his palm over the fabric covering that heated part of me, threatening to drive me wild.

“Play the next video, my filthy little girl.”

Clumsily, I slap my hand on the desk and find the mouse, then skip to the next video.