The Dare Collection August 2019. Christy McKellen

drags in a shaky breath, her whole body trembling with its force. I look down to see her dress hitched up and her hand buried between her legs, but sheltered from my view by the bunched-up fabric.

      I swallow hard. She’s a dream. A siren. A goddess sent to test me.

      I call on every scrap of strength I possess not to touch her, and force my voice to continue in the same low tone. ‘What would you have done if I’d caught you touching yourself? What would you have said?’

      She looks up with the need which is mirrored in me burning in her beautiful eyes. ‘Kiss me.’

      It’s what I want to hear, the exact invitation I need.

      I cup her face, holding her stare and tilting her head to the desired angle, but taking my sweet time even though I want to taste the lush lips only millimetres from mine with a ferocity I’m struggling to control.

      ‘Just so you know, I’ve wanted to kiss you since I walked into the waiting area and saw you yesterday.’ I give her no time to absorb my words, her tiny gasp signal enough that she’s registered them. I slide my mouth over her parted lips and drag her body to mine so every soft inch of her is pressed up against the hardness she inspires.

      One swipe, two, three... Who’s counting?

      She parts her lips further, accepting the push of my tongue inside. My fingers tangle in that swath of blonde silk and she whimpers under me, her whole body slack and her eyes, which have remained open throughout, glazing over.

      I pull back, foolishly thinking I’m done with the kiss, only to tilt my head sideways and enjoy it from the opposite angle—an experience that’s as good as the first time, because now she’s practically writhing all over me and clutching at my hair with her free hand as she kisses me back.

      Just one more taste. Just one more minute, then I’ll put a stop to this and walk away.

      Energy pours through me, electrifying every cell in my body. The reality of Blair Cameron has blown my mind. This room has never hosted such agreeable negotiations. I feel a new shiny brass plaque is in order to commemorate the great contract agreement of the Faulkner Group and Cameron Interiors.

      But I want more now I’ve had one taste. I can’t help myself. Knowing she’s still touching herself under that dress, thinking of me, wanting me, recalling fantasies of me...

      We part, panting and gasping.

      ‘As good as you fantasised?’ My voice is gruff. I’m at the office. It’s before ten in the morning and all I can think about is laying her back on the oak conference table for a look under this dress.

      Her mouth is swollen and I touch her lips, wiping the moisture from them with the pads of my fingers. They’re smooth, red, a sexy haven I want to see slack with ecstasy, gasping my name and wrapped around my dick.

      She nods, her head shaky, but then, in a bold move I should have expected, she sucks the pad of my index finger into her mouth and swivels her hips so her belly crushes my erection between us. ‘Then I would have asked you to touch me.’

      The groan in my head abolishes any reservation and spurs me on.

      Her lips return to mine, her kiss sexy and bold, slaying me.

      In one move I hoist her up and deposit her on the table, stepping into the space she creates for me by spreading her thighs. She doesn’t care that she’s creased her dress by bunching it up her bare, toned legs. She doesn’t care that we could be disturbed at any minute. My own workplace principles are shot to hell by the heat coming from between her legs as I wedge myself closer. I can’t get close enough.

      I kiss her again, this time hissing at the ferocity with which she twists my hair. But revenge tastes as sweet as her mouth when I slide my hand up one thigh, my fingers joining hers tangling in the shoved-aside crotch of her damp underwear and her soft, slick centre.

      This is madness. What the hell is she doing to me? Any minute now I’ll come to my senses and stop.

      She bucks against my hand, her fingers and mine sliding together to rub all the right places, and I wedge my hips closer to stop her slipping from the edge of the table. Then she snatches her own hand away so she can brace her arms behind her on the table.

      ‘Yes,’ she hisses around our kiss. ‘Oh... Reid!’

      My fingers glide over her swollen clit. A triumphant growl resonates past my tight throat. I pull away from her mouth to watch her pleasure streak across her beautiful face as I work the bundle of nerves. ‘This is what you used to think about?’

      She nods as I glance down to where all that deliciousness is exposed for my eyes only. I enjoy the view of my fingers working her, loving her gasp when I push one finger inside her and continue to circle her clit with my thumb.

      ‘Yes...and I thought about you last night while I made myself come with my vibrator.’ Her hips undulate in time with the rhythm of my plunging finger.

      Fuck. I’m toast. This woman is almost too hot for me to handle. ‘Oh, I’m going to want to see that some time.’ I reward her with a second finger and revel in the cry snatched from her throat.

      Her head falls back and I scrape my lips along the column of her neck, sucking in the essence of her soft skin. ‘So you came to my office this morning with this very intention. Hoping to get what you wanted, to get me hard and get yourself off.’

      ‘Yes. Oh...yes.’ Her honesty slays me, her willingness to boldly and ruthlessly claim what she wants weakening my knees so I need to spread my feet wider to support her on the table’s edge.

      ‘Tell me you want to get off here, now, in my boardroom, where anyone could find us.’ I tongue her earlobe, flicking at the dangling pearl.

      Her hips gyrate faster and she grips fistfuls of my shirt so tightly, I wonder if I’ll need to explain the missing buttons.

      ‘I want to get off.’ Her huge eyes are dark with arousal, clinging to mine. Begging. ‘It’s been so long.’ She gasps. ‘Reid, make me come.’

      Fuck, she’s magnificent. I can’t stop now. I want to worship her, to witness her orgasm and how it undoes her put-together appearance. I want her as frantic and desperate as she’s made me. And more than that, I want to fulfil her fantasy.

      ‘Every time I have a meeting in here, I’m going to think of you, sexy as fuck on my conference table, taking what you want, your sexy mouth demanding an orgasm. No deal, no meeting will ever be the same. Understand?’

      She whimpers, dragging my mouth back to hers with desperate tugs around my neck and shoulders. I kiss her and talk around our kisses, although her mouth is so wild, it’s a struggle to get coherent words out. But my mouth runs away with itself, perhaps encouraged by the new deal we’ve struck. I can’t seem to shut up.

      ‘Next time you wear a dress, I want you to forget the underwear. I want to know that, if you’re horny, there’s nothing to get in my way. Nothing to stop me going down on you and tasting all this delicious sweetness between your legs.’ I twist my wrist, scissoring my fingers and pressing down on her clit with my thumb.

      She’s there. With a sexy moan she throws her head back and comes, her tight muscles gripping my fingers while she rides my hand through the body-racking tremors. I kiss her through her climax, swallowing up her cries, each one a bolt of victory through my chest.

      Spent, she collapses forward, her head heavy on my shoulder as her breathing settles. And then she looks up, vulnerable and breath-stealing and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.

      I take my hand from between her legs, not ready to let her go just yet. I scoop my other arm around her waist, tugging her closer so we’re nose-to-nose and I’m still sandwiched between her glorious thighs, what she does to me evident in my strung-taut body and my steel-hard dick. Stringing out the fantasy with my own erotic twist, I raise one wet finger to her mouth and trace her full bottom lip with her own desire. Her warm breath gusts