Page 42 of Enthrall Climax

“Had some stuff to catch up on.”

“I drank too much last night. Remind me not to accept the drinks ‘cause they’re free.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Got to dance with Mr. Cole, so yes.” She widened her jaw in playful shock. “You too, huh?”

“Yes.” I turned away. “Well, I best get back.”

I returned to my desk and called the guys in IT. They’d already rigged my computer to ensure any communication between me and Cameron would disappear into the ether. Those personal emails Cole sent couldn’t be saved in the name of sentimentality. I tipped back in my chair and gave a thumbs-up to Kelly to let her know IT was on it.

The chain tugged my sex and I regretted leaning back. A harsh reminder of the way my day had gone.

My phone rang and I snapped it up.

“Mia,” Dana’s tone carried a condemning edge. “My office, please.”

A wave of doubt caused butterflies to invade my stomach. Had she somehow discovered my private request to IT after I’d specially asked for discretion? I carried my notepad with me toward her corner space, running through all the ways I could defend Kelly and take the blame.

“Hi, Dana,” I said brightly.

She rose. “So we have an interesting update.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t sit.” She cut off my attempt to get comfortable. “Apparently you’re leaving us?”

“Perhaps you have me confused with someone else?”

Dana glanced down at a memo. “It says here that you’re moving to the executive level… immediately?”

“There was some talk of this, yes.”Though two weeks had been our agreement.

“Mia, what happened when you went upstairs?” She lowered her gaze. “Were you offered a promotion?”

My face blushed at the thought of her reaction if I announced the details of my erotic pussy play.

“Did you accept the offer?” she added.

I backed toward the door. “I need to look into it.”

I felt her glare on me as I hurried away.

Cameron owned me and this was his way of proving it—and every tug of these chains served as a reminder. My brain told me this was wrong in so many ways, but my body rebelled against this assault to my feminist side, raging against the men in my life who loved to dominate their woman without compromise.

My skin tingled, my sex squeezing with desire, my submissive nature rearing to tease the promise that blinding pleasure awaited.

Alone in the staff room, with my hands trembling, I tried to hold an ice-filled glass beneath the water fountain. A cold drink would help take this inner heat down. I was burning up with passion again from reminiscing about my time in Cameron’s office.

If I moved upstairs, this play was going to be a daily occurrence. This promotion was not without its benefits, I mused.

Damn Cameron.He’d left me with this unquenchable thirst. I’d needed his cock inside me like I needed oxygen.

He was dragging out his demanding kinkiness by forcing me to continue wearing these chains as a reminder of what I’d missed after he’d revved me to the max. My body shuddered as those memories swept over me…every move, every step, pulled and tantalized—leading all thoughts back tohim.

Why couldn’t he have just taken me hard on his desk and put me out of my misery—he was punishing me for leaving early without him this morning.

Gulping more water to quench my thirst, I tried to think of anything but him, his touch, his kiss, his mastery, the devilish way he spanked my pussy, yet I was desperate for more.