Camden’s mind was on overload as he drove into the small town, twenty miles outside of El Paso. The GPS took him to the location, a steel and glass building, one of few in the quaint town. As he parked, he thought about every word that Mitchell had said and knew what he was doing would tip the man’s hand. However, if Bart Randolph was this desperate, then he could use this encounter to push the man even further. As long as he didn’t try and hurt Amber.

He headed into the building, finding the elevator with ease. There were no nasty looks given, no glances at all as he rode the elevator to the top floor. He looked like nothing more than a dirty rancher, poor and without means to destroy someone as powerful as the Randolph Corporation. The glass doors made him laugh and he yanked the handle of one on the set of double doors, storming inside.

“I need to see Bart Randolph.”

The girl behind the reception desk barely gave him a look. “And do you have an appointment?”

“No, but I think he’ll want to see me.” He eyed the cup full of lollypops, various jokes popping into his nefarious mind.

“Is that so?” She finally looked up, her eyes unable to hide her disdain. “And you are?”

“Tell him that Camden Dane, CEO of Rush Enterprises will speak with him.”

She wrinkled her brow and slowly got up from her chair, huffing before heading down a long hallway.

Camden realized he’d been drawn to the Rattlesnake Ranch for a reason. Perhaps fate was kicking him in the ass, forcing him to face his responsibilities, ones he’d accepted when Mitchell had stepped down. He was prepared to find his own way to Randolph’s office, but didn’t have to wait very long. The sound of the man’s footsteps could be heard first. He didn’t bother looking, didn’t provide any sign of concern as he walked toward the bank of windows, staring out at the beautiful, sizzling day.

“Camden Dane. As I live and breathe. I heard you were in town.”

I just bet you did. He heard the exaggerated twang, the country boy tone as if the crap was going to fool him in any regard. Before turning to face him, Camden plastered on a practiced smile. He refused to allow the fucker to get under his skin. Coming here was enough to ignite a series of red flags, but now, he was going to take the upper hand. “Bart Randolph. Everything I’ve heard about you has been… Let’s just say fascinating.” He took two long strides toward the older man, studying his features as if disappointed at what he was seeing.

Bart held out his hand. “Well, son, we all have reputations to live up to. Now, don’t we?” His laugh was boisterous, booming even in the expansive lobby.

Camden walked closer, grasping the man’s hand. The handshake was more like the beginnings of an arm wrestling match.

And he came out the winner.

Darting a glance at his receptionist, Bart’s eyes held a second’s worth of uncertainty.

Good. He had the freaking asshole on edge. Perhaps his arrival on the ranch hadn’t been blasted to every man in the company.

“Come on back, son. Looks like you could use a stiff drink. God knows I could.” Bart snorted and waved his hand. “Sugar. Make certain we aren’t interrupted. By anyone.”

“Of course, sir.” Her voice was more like a purr.

“Come on into my office, son. I’m certain we have some things to talk about.”

Camden followed behind him, glancing into the few offices. No one bothered to look in his direction, but they were certainly busy, their desks covered in what appeared to be graphs. And all similar in nature to the ones he’d seen in Amber’s office.

Things were definitely getting more interesting.

Bart closed the door behind him and immediately walked toward a gleaming bar nestled in the corner. “I take you for a whiskey man. Am I right? Course, I’m right.”

“Whiskey is fine.” He scanned the impressive office and while he suspected that Bart did little, if any, work inside the walls, appearances seemed to be important to the man.

“What brings you to these parts, Camden? Oh, that’s right. Your little company purchased Steele Industries. Right?”

Camden smiled, resisting the bait. “We did. Granted that was a couple of years ago. I have certain other interests in town.”

Bart remained quiet as he poured the drinks then walked toward Camden.

He noticed the distinct twinkle in the man’s eyes, as if harboring his ill intent toward the various ranchers was nothing but child’s play.

“Here you are. Might put some hair on that baby face of yours.” Bart laughed as he handed Camden a glass. “Just kiddin’, boy. How’s Mitchell Rush these days? Been hearing all kinds of things about him. His pappy would be…” He rubbed his chin and sauntered back toward his desk. “Let’s just say I think his pappy would be rolling over in his grave.”

“And you and I both know there was no love lost between Mitchell and his father. That’s old news. Why don’t we get down to business?” Camden walked closer, keeping the same smile, making certain the enemy could see he had no care in the world.

“I like that about you. What can I do for ya?”

Camden was well aware to be careful of saying anything that would potentially place Amber in harm’s way; however, he had a plan brewing and it would take Bart coming apart at the seams for success. He savored the drink, swirling the liquid in the heavy rocks glass, enjoying the way the ice clinked against the side. When he took a sip, draining most of the liquid, he closed his eyes. When he was finished, he sighed and held up the glass. “You’re right. I’m a whiskey man.”

Bart gave him a hard look before lifting his own glass, preparing to take a sip.

Camden closed the distance within two seconds, wrapping his hand around the pudgy man’s throat and slamming him against the floor to ceiling window with a hard thud. He kept the smile and made certain he wore an expression of amusement as Bart sputtered, dropping the glass given his surprise.

His face puffy and red, he tried his best to issue angry retorts.

He dug his fingers into the man’s skin, delighting in the way Bart’s eyes were popping. Inching as close as he could tolerate given the man’s wretched stench, he kept his voice low, even and full of confidence. “This is a one-time warning. One. You will leave Amber Harding alone as well as the other ranchers you’ve tried to extort. You will cut your ties with the financial institutions you think you have under your thumb, including the own holding the note to Rattlesnake Ranch. And you will turn yourself and the goons on your payroll in to the local authorities, making certain you detail every damning deed, including the murder of Walt Murphy.”

“Fuck… you.”

Camden twisted his hand, cutting off Bart’s air supply. “If you do these things in the next twenty-four hours, I will refrain from authorizing Rush Enterprises to swarm all over your fat ass like a slick of bees on honey. Do you understand me clearly, you sick fuck?” He stated in a calm and collected manner then waited for a solid minute before releasing his hand, dropping the man like a rock.

Bart collided with his desk as he coughed and wheezed.

Whistling, Camden walked toward the office door, stopping only once. “Twenty-four hours. Not a minute longer.”

“I will… ruin you,” Bart managed before falling into another coughing spell.

“Go right ahead and try. I love a challenge.” Walking out, he left the door open, allowing the rest of the employees to understand the outcome of tangling with a member of Rush Enterprises. You bet there were several men and women hanging around their doors.

“You will lose everything. Do you hear me!” Bart called, stomping toward the entrance.

Camden held the grin, whistling a happy tune as he headed into the marble and granite foyer. Snatching a lollypop, he gave the receptionist a toothy grin before unwrapping the candy and plopping it into his mouth. When he walked to the elevator, he shot a single look back. There was suddenly a flurry of activity.

The moment the elevator door was closed, he sagged against the cold steel. What the fuck was he going to do now? His plan could very well be rejected by Mitchell, Zach and the various members of the board. But he was going to try. The concept was spot on and could net them serious profit.

Now, he just had to convince what seemed like the rest of the world.

When he was safely outside and near his truck, he pulled out his phone, dialing Mitchell’s cell. The man answered on the second ring. “I have a proposition for you.”

“Why does that scare me to death?”

Camden grinned as he slid into the truck. Convincing Amber would be the issue, his suggestion the last nail in the coffin.

Amber paced the floor, wringing her hands. The police had finally left, and she was empty, so damn cold inside. While there was no additional news on Jorge’s condition, he was resting comfortably at the hospital, his wife by his side. She had Walt’s paper file on her kitchen table, trying to find any next of kin. What the hell was she supposed to tell them?

Nothing was making any sense. Nothing. Of course, she knew why Bart wanted her ranch, as well as the others, by there was more of a push on her, a different threat. No. It was as if Bart was owed Rattlesnake Ranch for some reason. She poured a second glass of wine and tried to breathe, to push away tension. When she brought the glass to her lips, she knew there was going to be no such thing. Not for a hell of a long time.

She managed to take a gulp without spilling the liquid all over herself. Would Camden even come back? Would he find Bart, or would the pig be the true coward she’d always known him to be and run and hide. Her bets were on door number two. Huffing, she took a second sip then struggled to slide the crystal onto the counter. Certain answers had to be in her father’s things.

Her phone rang, and she found herself praying that Camden was on the other end of the line. When she noticed Pepper’s number, she had a sense of… She wasn’t even certain about her own emotions. “Hey.”

“Oh, honey. I just heard about Walt and about Jorge. I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I’m devastated,” Amber managed and took another sip.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Nothing anyone can do. I need to find Walt’s family and I have no real knowledge about him or where he came from. That’s terrible. I’m his employer and have been for almost two years and I don’t know shit.”

Pepper chuckled. “That’s the way of ranching, girlie. You know that.”

“I guess, but I don’t have to like it.” She made a promise to herself that when the ranch got on its feet, she would make changes in the way she handled her crews.

“What about Jorge?”

“He’s in the hospital. I don’t know what to think. I’m going to see him later, but I worry this is the end.”

Exhaling, Penny softened her voice. “He’s had a good life and he loves you very much. He really took over caring about you after your father died.”

“He did. They were so close.”

“I can imagine. They knew everything about each other.”

“Apparently so,” Amber managed to laugh. If anyone could answer her daunting questions, it would be Jorge, but she refused to trouble him now. Money wasn’t important in comparison to his life. “Thanks for calling.”

“If you need anything, call me.”

She nodded as if her bestie could see her. “Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow.”

“That’s fantastic. If you’re up for it,” Pepper said, her voice fading off.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” She slid the phone across the counter, the edge hitting the crystal vase holding the wilting roses. Why had she bothered to keep them in the first place? Snarling, she opened the door under her sink, pulling out the trashcan. “Where you should have gone in the beginning.” The moment she dumped the flowers as well as the vase, she felt much better.

Slamming the door, she wiped her hands and polished off her glass of wine. As if she had any additional courage than she had before.

The walk to her office seemed to take too long. Yes, she was emotionally drained, but she knew the last thing on her mind was opening up some locked down Pandora’s Box. She adored her father and to think he really had any business dealings with Bart Randolph sickened her. But she had to find out the truth.

She turned on the light and walked into the center of the room. Yes, she’d left several of the items out of the box, even a few on the floor, but she had an eerie feeling that someone had been in her office, picking through her things. Everything was just too perfectly arranged. A cold shiver slithered down the back of her legs. Maybe she was exhausted, her fear and worry getting the better of her.

She searched through the various files on her desk, most of which had to do with the ranch itself. Everything appeared exactly as she’d left it. “Relax.” As if saying the word out loud was going to matter.

Dropping to the floor, she pushed her hands across the papers, picking one up then tossing it down. Selecting another and fighting not to crumple it into a ball. What was missing? The graph. The very graph that Camden had been so damn interested in. “No.” Crawling around on the floor, she picked through every paper then slid the remainder of the contents out of the box.

“No. He didn’t…” She couldn’t say the words or even think them. Anyone could have had access to her office, but why would they bother looking through old files? They all knew in their gut she was in dire straits with the bank. But Camden wanted the graph. Had he broken into her house before leaving to talk with Bart? Wait, she hadn’t locked the front door. She was stupid. Stupid!

“Shit!” Nothing was making any sense. Trying to calm her nerves, she began to lay the pages out in some order. Ranch details. Mortgage details. The loan information. At least she could take a much closer look at the hold the bank held over her. Kicking the box, she heard a thud, as if there was still something inside.

Peering over the edge, she noticed what appeared to be a ledger of some kind and it fit squarely into the bottom of the box. She managed to wrench her fingers around one of the edges, yanking it out into the open. There were no markings on the cover of any kind, but she could tell the book had some age given the discoloration of the pages. Holding her breath, she opened to the first page. Her father’s handwriting.

As she began to read what sounded like a tall tale in the beginning, she settled back against the desk, turning to another page. Then another. Yes, she was having difficulty understanding what she was reading, but she knew enough to realize what she’d found was potentially a gold mine.

Or the very reason to have her killed.

Tap! Tap!

“Shit!” Jumping, she glared at the window. Seeing Camden peering in, she wasn’t certain how to react.

He motioned as if going around the house.

Amber glanced back at the items and had never been so rattled in her life. How was she going to get through this? She took her time walking through the house and when she opened the front door, she had zero idea what to say.

“Are you okay?” Camden asked, his voice quiet, his eyes full of concern.

“As I can be. I’m certain you want to come inside.” She folded her arms and took a step back, terrified to look at his face. He would be able to see right through her.

“I tried knocking.”

“I was in my office.”

“I know.” Camden closed the door and walked closer.

She took a step back, trying her best not to look him in the eyes.

“Amber. I hope you understood why I left.”

“The cops aren’t certain what to make of it. I assure them that you had nothing to do with Walt’s death, but you know how crotchety the cops can be,” she stated, anger creeping into her voice.

“I knew I needed to confront Bart, still keeping an element of surprise.” He ran his hand through his hair.

She laughed and shook her head. “I’m sure that went over like a lead weight. No doubt similar to the way he reacted to me.”

“You went to his office?”

“You better believe I did. Confronted the bastard. That’s when he made me the offer he said I shouldn’t refuse.”

Camden exhaled. “You can’t go off half-cocked. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“And what about you? Just because you’re a man doesn’t give you the right—”

Grabbing her arm, he yanked her against him, his entire body shaking.

“You’re hurting me.” She could see the terror in his eyes.

“Yeah? I should turn you over my knee right here. Right now. You continue to push hard but trust me, Bart isn’t the kind of man you want to play with. You know what he’s capable of. The man is desperate. He’ll stop at nothing.”

The way he spouted off the statement, as if only he could fight the demon, made her quiver, her pussy clench. He was indeed trying to be her protector. “What were you doing there? Why now? If Bart knows who you are, don’t you think it’ll make things worse?”

Glaring at his hand, he groaned then released her. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”

She hesitated, terrified of doing the wrong thing, but she had to place her trust in someone. She needed help. “Follow me into my office. I have something to show you.”

When she handed him the ledger, she could see his wheels turning. “What do you think?”

Camden walked toward the window, holding the book into the light. “What do I think? I think your father knew a long time ago about the oil and it appears that he hired some engineers almost two decades ago. It also appears he was working with someone at the time.”

“I have a feeling I know who that person is.”

“Bart Randolph.”

She nodded. “The reason Bart is hell bent on taking my land.”

“Do you think Bart has any legitimate claim?”

“Not that I’ve found. But you have to remember, back in the old days, a handshake was as good as a contract.”

Camden chuckled. “I remember those days. Mitchell’s father got himself into a hell of a lot of trouble given the old boys way of doing things. Hindered the acquisition.”

“Acquisition?”

“Yeah. I told you about the oil company Mitchell and I started. Mitchell’s father wanted us to work with him, but in the end, we acquired the company, merging the two. In a sense, we pushed Mitchell’s father out of business. There were a hell of a lot of skeletons in various closets.”

“Then you purchased the Steele site?” she asked, putting certain pieces of the puzzle together.

“Yes.” He flipped through several additional pages before continuing. “I called Mitchell and he was able to figure out that Bart Randolph is trying to purchase all the ranches in close proximity to yours.”

“Because there’s oil on every piece of property.”

“You got it. To the tune of eighty thousand acres. With that kind of purchase and if there’s enough oil, they could become the largest producer of oil in Texas, certainly rivaling our hold on the market.”

She brushed the tips of her fingers across her mouth. At least he’d told her the truth. “And what did you say to Bart?”

“That he was going to leave you alone and turn himself in to the authorities.”

Amber bit back a smile. “You have balls.”

“I have reasons why I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Camden eased the book onto the desk.”

“What would those be?” She was rattled, her mind reeling. Business. This was all about business and nothing more. She’d been played as a fool.

Camden smiled and inched closer. “I have a special liking for a girl I know, one hard headed and mouthy lady, but with a heart of gold.”

She wanted to believe him. She craved the kind of intimacy they had shared, but her gut was telling her this was all wrong. “Don’t come any closer.”

“What?”

Swallowing hard, she did everything she could to push away the tears. “I’m not going to do this.”

“Do what? I know you’re frightened, worried and you have every right to be.” He took another step.

Throwing out her hand, she eased back, almost tripping over the box. “Don’t! Everything is very clear to me now. You’re only here because you wanted to figure out what was going on in order to save your company, or at least the damn Steele sight. I learned why Jorge hired you and sadly, how you fooled him, but this isn’t going to work any longer.”

“Amber. That’s not true. I had no idea what was going on. Neither did Mitchell.”

“You can’t really believe I’m going to buy that.” Issuing a scattered huff, she maneuvered around the box, moving closer to the door.

“I’m telling you the truth. We can talk to Mitchell right now. He didn’t know I was coming here. He had no idea. He still doesn’t know all the details. I can’t tell him. I won’t!”

She heard the conviction in his voice, but her nerves were too frazzled, her mind full of too many details. “I don’t believe you! This is all about business to you. For all I know, you’re working with Bart to take my ranch.”

Camden pursed his mouth, his eyes flashing.

“Nothing to say? Because you know I finally figured you out. Well, you can’t have my ranch. I’ll sell everything else I own, but I refuse to give it up to treacherous, lying assholes!” When he didn’t say anything, she turned abruptly, heading for the door. His hand wrapped around her arm, yanking her back.

“Listen to me.”

“I will not!” Struggling to get away, she made a promise to herself that she wasn’t going to be played for a fool ever again.

He held both her arms, squeezing as he towered over her. However, when he spoke, his voice was soft, laced with sadness. “Listen to me.”

“No!”

“I had no idea that the Randolphs were after your ranch or a share of our business. In fact, when I came here, I couldn’t care less about my position or almost anything else to do with Rush Enterprises. Everything I said to you was true.”

“You must think I’m a fool.”

“No! Please!” His words full of exasperation, his entire body was shaking. “If I had any plans on taking what is rightfully yours, do you really think I would have come back here today?”

Amber held her breath. There was no reasonable answer.

“No! I would have left, able to use the information I gathered, even forcing the other ranchers to sell their land, but I didn’t. I came here to protect you, to work with you because I love you! Damn it. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

The words hung in the air, floating, almost echoing and matching the beating of her heart. She could see so many raw emotions, anger and hatred, sadness and self-loathing. She could also see something else.

The truth.

“I. Love. You.” The whisper was hoarse, ragged. He gave her a partial smile.

“Camden, I…” What the hell was she supposed to say?

“I’m not lying to you and I won’t, but I’ll leave if you would like and while I’ll find a way to protect you, I won’t bother you again.”

Amber continued to stare into his eyes, searching for answers, but they had more to do with a need for her own.

He opened his fingers, letting her go. “I’m sorry for invading your life.”

The moment he stepped to the side, she released all her anger and the doubt she had in both of them. “Wait.”

“For?”

“I love you too. As crazy as that sounds, I do.”

Camden hesitated before taking her into his arms, shaking his head. “Lady. You are so damn special. I want to give you the world.” Crushing her mouth, he yanked her against the heat of his body, rubbing his hands up and down the length of her back.

She was breathless, her heart racing and she fingered his hair, running her fingers through the long strands. When he pushed open her lips, forcing their tongues to entwine, she was shaking, wet all over. She raked her nails down his spine, dragging the shirttail out of his tight jeans.

Grunting into the kiss, he turned her in a full circle and tugged her top until he could reach underneath. He brushed his fingers around her skin in lazy circles as the heat of passion shared continued.

The way he touched her, the level of commanding intimacy was intense, electrifying and she could no longer think, had difficulty breathing. She wanted him. All of him. Tearing at his shirt, she undulated against him, grinding her hips.

Camden broke the kiss and shook his head. “I want you.”

“Mmm…”

A chuckle slipped past his lips as he took a step back, dragging the shirt over his head, tossing it across the room.

She peeled away her tank top, her bra then reached for his belt buckle as he struggled to remove his boots. She had to touch him. She had to taste him.

Just as she managed to unbuckle the belt, he cupped her breasts, growling as he lowered his head, engulfing a nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, his tongue swirling, he allowed a series of grunts and moans, every one of them savage.

Panting, she tossed back her head, holding his chiseled upper arms to remain upright. “Oh God.” She blinked but was unable to focus, her heart racing, her blood pumping. Every muscle was dancing from the way he seared her skin, the heat of his body next to hers. Her cunt was clenching and so wet, slickening her already wet panties.

Camden bit down, taking her hardened bud between his teeth, sucking as he pinched her other nipple. “All mine.”

“Yes. Yes!”

He blew across her skin as he peppered her chest with kisses then dragged his lips to her other nipple, alternating between sucking and nipping.

Pain coursed through her legs, forcing them to shake, for her knees to bend.

“I will devour you.” The words were laced with such authority, extraordinary darkness and he licked up to her neck then her chin before kissing her mouth once again.

Everything was messy and full of desire and she fumbled to shove away his jeans, to push them past his carved hips. Using one hand, she slipped her fingers into the tight confines, releasing his throbbing cock.

“Fuck, baby. What you do to me.” Giving her a concentrated glare, one so demanding as well as full of ferocious desire, he curled his upper lip as he yanked at her shorts.

She rolled his balls between her fingers, kneading. Squeezing. She heard the purring sound in her voice and licked her lips. “Long and thick.”

Giving a series of deep chuckles, he managed to jerk her shorts and thong past her hips and thighs, lifting her off the floor and kicking them away. “Ready to fill every hole.”

“Mmm… Yes!” She dropped to her knees, pushing his jeans down from his ass and hips. Sliding her arm around his hips, she squeezed and caressed his firm ass, amazed how tight, how muscular. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she brought his cockhead to her lips, drawing a complete circle around her mouth.

“Careful teasing me.”

She darted out her tongue, taking the tip into her mouth. Sucking, she began to pump the base of his cock, moving her hand back and forth, creating the kind of friction she knew would drive him insane.

A long string of guttural sounds roared up from his throat and he pressed his hand on top of her head. “Yes. Suck me.”

After darting a look at his perspiring face, she dragged her tongue across his sensitive slit, shuddering at the taste of his pre-cum. She opened her mouth wider, taking him down an inch at a time, her hand stroking, moving up and down his throbbing shaft.

“Fuck…” His body was shaking, and he intertwined his fingers in her hair, using enough pressure to keep her in place.

And she wasn’t going anywhere. Closing her eyes, she relaxed her throat, licking back and forth as she took him all the way down. She fingered the crack of his ass, sliding her finger up and down.

Camden spread his legs as the strangled breath sounds increased. He cupped both sides of her face and dropped his head. “Suck me, baby. Suck. Drop your arms. I want control.”

Amber eased back until only the tip was inside her mouth. Easing her arms by her sides, she looked up, blinking as a bead of sweat fell from his chin and onto her cheek. As he began to fuck her mouth, jutting his hips forward and driving in even plunges, she relaxed her body, giving him full control.

Rolling onto the balls of his feet, he strained as he face-fucked her, tossing his head back and forth, panting. “So hot.”

She wanted him to come down her throat, to fill her mouth with his seed and she concentrated on her breathing as she obeyed, keeping her arms by her sides. His balls were swinging, hitting just under her chin and she longed to suck on them, but he was in full control.

“Yes! I want to… mmm…” He continued thrusting in and out, his rhythm practiced, methodical, for several minutes. Then he pulled all the way out, bending over and slipping his arms under hers. Lifting her with ease, he slid his arm under her ass, cradling her against him. “I’m going to fuck you.”

She wrapped her legs around his thighs and draped her arms over his shoulders, pressing her face into his neck. The scent of him, even though he reeked of dirt and dust, sweat and testosterone, was powerful, intoxicating and she licked his neck, nipped his earlobe.

Taking long strides, he moved to the desk, laying her down on top of the various papers. He remained over her, blowing a swath of hot air.

“Camden!”

Camden gripped her hips and yanked until her ass was off the edge. Then he lifted both of her legs, placing them over his shoulders.

Smack! Crack!

“You’ll get more of these later,” he murmured before thrusting his cock deep inside her pussy.

“Yes!” Flailing her arms, she moved them back and forth, pushing papers off the edge, floating into the air. She kept her legs straight as he fucked her, sliding in and out, his thighs hitting the back of her legs. She was tingling all over and wanted nothing more than to do this every day, more than once. Sliding a finger into her mouth, she sucked on her finger as he pumped harder. Faster. Every hard drive became more brutal.

Slap! Pop!

“Oh!” she moaned, the slice of pain delicious.

“Such a damn tease,” he said then growled, shaking his head.

Biting her lower lip, she slid her finger around her nipple, moaning and panting.

Camden switched the angle, lifting her off the desk.

“Oh!” The intensity of the way his cock hit the mouth of her cervix took her breath away. She clenched her eyes shut and tossed her head back and forth,

Crack! Slap!

As he continued to drive into her cunt relentlessly, he smacked her ass and she was driven to a heightened state of pure bliss, the kind of ecstasy that stole her breath. “I…”

“You want to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Good girls get fucked in the ass,” he growled.

“Oh yes!”

“Then come!”

Camden continued plunging, jutting his hips forward, using his strong thigh muscles but she was unable to hold back. The intensity was too much, just too… “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Tossing her hands over her face, she moaned, trying to bite back a scream as the single orgasm became a vibrant wave, shocking her system.

Smack!

Amber fell into a wonderful lull and couldn’t help but smile. She was vaguely aware that he’d turned her over, placing her feet onto the floor.

“After I’m finished, I’m giving you one long. Hard. Spanking.”

“Oh, yes, sir.” She heard the sound of her voice, knew that she’d said words, but as she pressed her face against some file or stack of papers she didn’t care.

Camden brushed his fingers down her spine then tapped his cock against her ass. “I take what’s mine.”

She opened her legs wide as he wiggled the tip of his dick against the crack of her ass. Her entire body shaking, she eased back her arms, pulling apart her ass cheeks. She knew what he wanted, what he would take.

“Yes,” he whispered and slid the tip of his cock just inside her dark hole. Gripping her hips, he leaned over and whispered, “No man will ever fuck you here again.”

“No, sir.” The moment he thrust the entire length of his cock into her asshole, she bristled and gritted her teeth. The anguish was horrendous, but she was full of electric vibes coursing through every muscle. This was amazing. “Oh!”

His body was shaking as he began to pump inside, easing back each time until the tip was just inside then pushing into her again. And again.

The force pushed her hard against the desk and she dropped her hands, savoring the combination of pain and such pleasure. The harder he thrust, the more she wanted, craved. She belonged to this man, body and soul.

“Oh, yes!” He continued until the movement became erratic, sweat sliding down from both sides of his face. “I can’t hold it. I…”

She clamped down her ass muscles and smiled. “Ooohhh!”

“Fuck!” Leaning over, he pulled the hair away from her neck. “I do love you.”

“I know.”

“But that doesn’t get you out of your spanking.”

Crack! Slap!

The slap of his hand left her in a dreamy state. She’d never felt so loved and protected.

Smack! Pop!

“My defiant woman.”

Slap! Crack!

“Yes, sir.”

Pop! Slap!

As the spanking continued, all she could think about was the graph. Who else was involved?

And she had a feeling that another terrible experience was about to occur.