Chapter 1 – Camilla
“You’re late, Zane. I thought we’d talked about getting here on time?”
He just kind of grinned at me and shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. “You’re too caught up in time, Camilla. Why do you worry about it so much? I’m here now.”
I shook my head and just kind of smiled. He was the type of man who didn’t go by the rules. If there was a rule, Zane made sure to break it. It didn’t fit the stereotype, but Zane seemed to break the mold. There was something about his freeness that had attracted me to him, and the way he was looking at me made me melt. I couldn’t stay mad at him, and when he started to come towards me, I motioned to the door. He’d left it open, but what we were going to do needed to be done in private.
“Are you going to close the door and lock it?”
His eyebrows went up, and I could tell that he was as ready as I was. I’d been looking forward to this visit all day, and there was no one else waiting. The rest of my day was going to be filled with Zane.
I watched him go over to the door and turn the lock. My heart was beating rapidly, and those dark brown eyes held me where I stood. God, he was handsome. But everything about what we were doing was wrong. Of course, that was what made it feel so good and that was what made me want him right then and there.
“Take your clothes off, Camilla.”
I bristled at his tone. He knew that I didn’t like when he got demanding. I would tell him no, or I would take my time to show my displeasure, but we both knew that I was far more interested in what he had to offer. The man was like a machine when he started going, and I was in need of that.
“You know I don’t like when you talk to me like that, Zane.”
He nodded his head as he pulled the shirt from his jeans. “Then why are you getting wet?”
It was like he just knew, and that bothered me. Just like the first time he’d come onto me, I wasn’t able to deny how much I needed him. Almost the first time that he came in for a session, I was attracted to him. It didn’t take him long to pick up on it and use it to his advantage. What happened next was a mess of pleasure that took my mind off of everything else. I’d quickly fallen for the man, and now I was trying to figure out what I was doing. He was my patient, but I was still unzipping my skirt and stepping out of it like he told me to.
“You’re so far away, Camilla. Come here so that I can see you.”
My insides trembled. I couldn’t stop looking at the hard chest covered in thick, black hair. It was more than I could handle not to touch him. His body was perfect and it just made me want to touch him. My fingers were itching to do so. It had always been impossible to tell Zane no and today was no different. I’d been waiting all week for this session, knowing that it was going to be better for me than it was for him. I needed this. Zane had become a madness that brought my sanity.
“You aren’t naked yet.”
I looked down at the shirt I was unbuttoning and told him that he was the one that needed to learn patience. Zane was not about that at all, and the look he gave me was enough to make me squirm. “Now, Camilla, or I’ll leave and you’ll be dripping wet for nothing.”
He was so cocky, but he backed it up. Zane was the type of man that I would warn women about. He was all consuming and way too demanding, but he was right. If he left, I would be wet and needy for nothing. I didn’t know if he would really leave me like that, but I didn’t want to take the chance.
I moved a little faster as Zane pulled his pants off. He was so hard and full that my eyes were sidetracked and my mind started to go fuzzy. He really was like an addiction, one that I was more than happy to succumb to. Moving in front of me, he yanked my shirt apart, popping the few buttons that I’d left and making me gasp. There was a look in his dark eyes that made me shiver. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
“I said now, Camilla. You’re a smart woman. You know what that means.”
His rough hands lifted me up and set me on the edge of the desk. I still had my bra and panties on, something that was quickly rectified with a rough tug. If nothing else, Zane was hard on my clothes. After the first mishap, I’d started to bring a spare outfit when he was on my schedule. He was very impatient at times like this.
“Please, Zane, calm down. You know that I hate when you get like this.”
He just shook his head. We both knew that he wasn’t listening. He never did.
“Uh-huh. Then why are you so damn wet?”
He hadn’t even touched me and he already knew that I was dying for him. I wasn’t going to admit that he was right. I didn’t have to. As soon as I felt his hardness at my center, he slammed in with ease because of how wet I was. The look of triumph on his face made me look away. I didn’t like being this way, needing him so badly, but I did. I always did.
My hands entwined with his neck and I pulled him to me for a kiss. His large member pressed in deep and crashed into the bottom of me. It was too much, he was too much, and I was left crying out with each thrust. I was on the edge, and my moans increased even as he kissed them away.
Pulling back, he whispered an order in my ear, one that I couldn’t refuse to comply with. God, I needed this. My body exploded, and his thick palm came up to cover my lips and silence my sound. Zane told me to be quiet, but it was hard to do. I needed to scream, and only his hand cupping my mouth kept my whole practice from knowing what was going on in my office.
“I love when you come, Camilla. In fact, I think I love you.”
His words were met with a flurry of thrusts that were hard to take. There was never a break with Zane. He only had one speed. It was the size of him that set me off so well, and once I’d had one orgasm, it wasn’t long before it was followed by another. I could already feel the next one growing. There was nothing I could do but hold onto him and hope that I didn’t break in two.
When he pulled free, my eyes finally opened. He wasn’t finished, and he never stopped before he finished.
“Get off of there and bend over for me, Camilla. I want to see that ass jiggle as I pound you.”
Zane was so crude that he had me blushing where I sat. I slid off of the desk slowly, my eyes not leaving his dark brown ones. I did it on purpose, wanting to see him flare with a little anger in his eyes. Zane ran on anger, but that was what drew me in. It was the part that I’d been unable to refuse when he started to come onto me during our first session. By the second one, he had me riding him on the couch, and it had been downhill since then. There was something about him that made me lose control of myself. I still wanted more, and I turned around, sticking my ass out for him.
The slight embarrassment was gone when he pushed into me quickly, taking my breath away. When his fingers dug into my waist, I knew that I was going to get what I wanted. He pulled me back to him hard and I was lost once again. He felt too good, and before long I was crying out. Without his hands there, it was on me to stifle the sound, but I wasn’t doing a very good job of it. He pushed my face down against the desk, telling me to quiet down or he was going to stop. It was the best incentive that I could ask for.
We both heard the knock at the door. Zane only missed the beat for a second before he was telling me to ignore it. My assistant had heard us and was asking if everything was okay. It would have been if Zane had stopped, but he wasn’t going to. I had to choke out an answer in between moans and orgasms. It was harder than I would have imagined.
When she left, I bit my lip as another orgasm ripped through me. It was a relief to feel the heat push into me. Zane refused to wear a condom, and I’d come to love the way he felt when he came inside of me. It meant that he was done, but there was never a time that I wanted more. He always made sure to leave me fully depleted. I don’t know how he did it, but the man was some kind of passionate lover. It was always so intense.
“You never said anything.”
“Huh?” He wanted to talk, and all I wanted to do was take a nap. My head was resting on the desk and I was trying to catch my breath, not even worried about the stapler that was biting into my side.
“I told you that I love you, Camilla, and you didn’t say anything.”
My mind worked slowly, remembering him saying something like that. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t even think at the moment, let alone have that kind of conversation. Zane seemed bothered by my silence.