Caught On Camera With The Ceo

She moved again, grinding into his hand, trying to force a harder, faster stroke, but he just chuckled and kept it the same maddening torture.

The heat overwhelmed her. ‘You want me to spell it out for you?’

‘Yes.’

She whispered it in his ear—the same words she’d used this morning. The ones that had made him move so wickedly.

He rolled right on top of her, his knees pushing her legs further apart, and she nearly fainted with the blissful anticipation of it. His thighs were heavy, strong. She hooked her feet back over his calves. Tangling with him was irresistible. And he was so close, she could feel the head of his erection pressing against her. She only had to lift her hips the slightest and she’d have him. But he looked down at her, his eyes dark, and lifted his hips away—just enough.

His chest was squashing hers but she didn’t mind. In fact, she loved the weight and the hardness of it—loved the feeling of being trapped beneath him. She arched, seeking. ‘Alex.’

‘What?’ He pressed kisses to her neck, his body warming hers, his hand cupping, clasping.

‘Don’t tease me.’

‘Who says I’m teasing?’ His eyes glinted. ‘Sex as good as this doesn’t happen that often. You have to admit that.’

She looked up at him. Surprised into silence. So this was off the charts for him too? Her excitement ratcheted an impossible degree higher.

His whole body flexed. He knew—he’d felt the tremor of response in her body. He lifted, repositioned, pressed even harder against her. ‘You know how incredible this is, Dani.’

He thrust home and every last thought fled in the warmth of feeling that engulfed her.

‘Tell me how it feels,’ he asked, teeth gritted, body rigid.

She was so aware of his strength. The strength she now had inside her—barely leashed, about to burst through her. But it didn’t frighten her. All the fear she’d had bottled inside for years had vanished in the instant he’d taken her, chased away by the absolute feeling of rightness.

‘Good.’ She managed to breathe—unable to be anything but honest. ‘So good. So good.’ So much better than good.

He released her wrists. She swept her hands over his back, tracing the muscles, and then stretched to clasp his shoulders, her fingers spread wide. She arched up to him—loving the heat and weight and power of him.

Staying slow wasn’t something either of them could manage. The ability to form words faded, sighs sounded instead. Faster they moved. Pushing closer, rotating so the friction grew unbearable. And yet he had just enough discipline—changing the angle, watching her face, waiting those few minutes until she could no longer hold back. Her body went taut, every cell seizing, her breath caught for an endless moment. And then she convulsed—shuddering with the spasms of delight that ravaged through her.

His grip broke, his body freed to move as fast and hard as it craved to, his hands holding her so close and his groan gorgeously rough in her ears.

When she opened her eyes it was morning already and she was alone. Maybe she’d somehow staggered down to her own room during the night? How would she know? All she could remember was the way they’d moved together—how many times had it been? She blinked, shifting the all-too-delicious images from her head, and focused. No, this wasn’t the spare room. This was his room. She slipped out of the bed gingerly, then made a dash for her bedroom. Saw it wasn’t yet seven. Wow. He did rise early.

She showered, trying to soothe her still hypersensitive skin, and dressed. By the time she got to the kitchen he was in place—breakfast half eaten. He stood as soon as she appeared.

‘I’ve got an omelette for you ready to go.’

‘I can’t eat a rich breakfast.’

‘You need sustenance. You didn’t get much sleep last night.’

Well, he’d had even less. ‘What time did you get up?’

‘I get up at five.’

‘Why?’ Madness. Especially on a Saturday.

His phone beeped and he flashed a grin. ‘There are bankers awake in all twenty-four hours of the day. And people always want their questions answered now.’

Really? It was all work? She pointed at his phone. ‘You just set this up to try to impress me. Make me think you’re an amazingly committed worker.’

‘You don’t think I am?’

Of course she did. But she couldn’t resist teasing him. ‘First impressions, Alex. First time I saw you, you were wandering around the office like a butterfly—stopping to chat and smile and make the place pretty while the worker ants got it all done for you.’

He didn’t seem remotely offended, just sent a lecherous look over her body. ‘Want to know my first impression of you?’

‘No.’

‘Chicken.’

‘I’m not biting.’

‘No, that was my first impression of you. A little scaredy cat in the lift.’

She tilted her chin and called him on it. ‘You’d been staring at me for days before the lift incident. That wasn’t your first impression.’

His smile widened. ‘My very first impression I can’t say aloud. It wouldn’t be gentlemanly.’

She flushed.

‘And, no, that impression hasn’t changed. In fact, it’s been enhanced.’ He gave her a playful pat on the rear. ‘Now hurry up and eat—we’ve got to go help Lorenzo.’

Dani was sorely tempted to slap him back, but she suspected she’d end up beneath him if she did that and her body needed a couple of hours’ recovery time first. ‘Help him with what?’

‘You’ll see.’

&n

bsp; Ten minutes later Dani watched out of the window as they drove out of the inner-city flash-apartment zone, through a commercial area and eventually into a much poorer residential area. ‘How do you know each other?’

‘Lorenzo?’

‘Yeah.’ They seemed an odd mix. Alex was so the outgoing charming kind whereas Lorenzo was definitely the silent brooder.

‘We were at school together. Became friends there and have been ever since.’

So it was just the boys’ network thing. ‘And you set up the charity together?’

‘Lorenzo had the idea but didn’t want to be the public eye so much. He collared me for most of that. I wanted to support him.’

‘Why did he want to do it?’

Alex sent her a quick glance. ‘Lorenzo didn’t have a great upbringing. He wants to help kids in a similar position.’

How not so great an upbringing? ‘But you were at the same school?’ Somehow she imagined Alex had gone to some exclusive number that cost lots of money and she suspected that when he said Lorenzo’s upbringing hadn’t been so great, he meant it had been lacking—in every way.

‘Boarding school, yes. Lorenzo was a scholarship kid.’

‘Boarding?’ Dani lifted her brows. Alex was an only child whose parents had lived in the biggest city in New Zealand—there were posh private schools practically on their doorstep.

‘It was one of those boys’ own schools out in the country—lots of physical endurance stuff to keep us out of trouble.’

‘Don’t tell me you got into trouble, Alex,’ she teased.

His grin was twisted. ‘Why do you think my mother sent me there?’

She didn’t really believe him—this was Alex, the straight-up finance boss. But while he might be grinning, there was an edge of bitterness too—she wanted to ask more but he pulled the car to the kerb. ‘Here we are.’

Dani took in the scene—the tools, the wood, the sign on the building. They were building a new fence for a playgroup?