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Authors: S. Moose

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“Taylor fill me in on the progress. Where are we with RGH, Strong, Highland and Unity?”

I hand Taylor my hospital notes and error sheets. That’s the thing about Sharp Security. We pride ourselves with high accuracy and low error rates. As soon as the cameras and system start malfunctioning, Sharp has people on it immediately.

“Good, Sharp. Nothing to report with the hospitals.”

“Camila.”

“Yes?” Why’s he talking to me? I look at Taylor with wide eyes.

“What are you working on now?”

“I’m updating Bank One’s site and working on the kinks.”

“What kinks? Taylor, what the fuck is she talking about?” He rustles papers and there’s silence in the room. Everyone’s looking at me, but no one’s saying anything. Taylor scribbles on a piece of paper.

What the hell are you talking about?

One of the links is broken and SSL is out of date. It’s bad!

Sharp’s gonna be pissed! Why didn’t you tell me?

Just found out!

“Everyone out!” Sharp yells on the phone.

I shake my head looking at Taylor for answers, but they listen to him and leave the room. It’s just me and Sharp, and I’m ready to pee my pants.

“Explain.”

I tell him about the site and broken links, letting him know it’s been fixed, and I’m upgrading the SSL, secure socket layer. He listens, and I’m surprised he’s not interrupting me. “Everything is back to normal, but we should keep an eye on their site. I received their hack attempts, and it’s high.”

“I see.” Silence. I don’t know if he’s impressed or mad. “Well, next time be sure to fucking tell me as soon as you find out!”

“Why are you mad at me? I solved the issue and…”

“Is your name on the building? Does it say Ellison Security?”

“No.”

“Exactly. I need to know these things or you can find yourself a new job. If you can,” he scoffs.

“I am very smart and good with my job! I’ve helped Taylor with the project lists, and now we’re up to date! There’s no backlog!”

“And?”
Don’t cry, Cam. Don’t cry.
“Am I supposed to be impressed? Because I’m not. This is
your
job. Can you handle this?”

“Y-yes.”

“No. I don’t think so. You should take on less work, Camila.”

Now I’m pissed! I’ve been working so many hours a day and sometimes not even eating. My stress is hitting the roof, and I’m dealing with so much shit with some of these companies. It’s not my fault I didn’t tell Sharp right away. The security of our client’s site is more important. “No! I know what I’m doing, and I felt as though handling the issues and then telling you was the right thing to do.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Why are you so mean? What did I do?”

“Get out, Camila.”

Fuming with irritation, I push my chair out and quickly stand up. “You know what? I’m done! Fuck off, Sharp.”

Storming out of the conference room I walk to my office and grab my purse. I don’t need this shit. I already have so much to deal with at home. This is supposed to be my escape, yet I’m almost in tears. How can he talk to people like that? He doesn’t know me, and I’ve been doing so well.

Natalie comes in just as I’m about to walk out. “Nat, I’m leaving. Just text me later.”

“Sharp wants you to go back in the conference room, Babe.”

I glare at her. Is she kidding me? “No! He yelled at me for no reason!”

“Give him a chance. He’s going through a lot, and when he’s stressed out he yells. But he doesn’t mean it. I’ve been telling him anger management will do him some good.”

“I won’t be treated like this, Nat. I dealt with this crap with Henry. Not again.”

Natalie takes my hand and smiles.  “Just give him a chance.”

Putting down my purse, I leave my office and head back to the conference room. Since Sharp’s away, this is the only way we can communicate. He can’t see me, thank God. My hands shake and the sweat builds along my forehead. Shit, I can do this. I want this job. I need this job.

“You wanted me?”

“Have a seat.”

“I’d rather stand.” I can’t sit down.

“I insist, Camila. Have a seat.”

“Fine.” I do as he says, crossing my legs and smoothing my gray pencil skirt. I bounce my foot up and down, annoyed I’m still here. “What’s your issue anyway? You’ve been nothing but awesome to me and now all of a sudden you’re an asshole?”

“Touch yourself.”

“I’m sorry! What?” I stammer. He’s got to be kidding me. How the fuck is this possible? I can’t do this.

But why am I instantly wet?

“Touch. Yourself. Raise. Your. Skirt. And. Take. Off. Your. Panties.”

His deep baritone voice makes my panties run off me and into his lap. Fuck, it’s hot. But I put on my poker face and don’t let him know I’m affected by his words. Although he can’t see me, he can hear me. I need to keep my voice calm and steady. I can’t crack.

“Not doing it. There’s no point, and this is so unprofessional. So, if you don’t have anything else I’ll be on my way.” My heart’s wildly beating. Fuck. Is this real life?

“Is the sound of my voice turning you on?” His voice resonates through the room. I look around. “No one can see us if that’s what you’re worried about. No one will walk in. It’s just you and me, Camila.”

“Cam,” I correct him. “My name is Cam.”

“And?”

“I would appreciate it if you call me Cam.” I am not going to ask him nicely. This man doesn’t deserve my manners.

“Move your hand and spread your legs.” I feel the moisture growing in my aching pussy. She’s missing the love. Fuck, I can’t hold it in. I slide my hand in between my legs and let out a moan I’ve been hold in. “There you go. Nice and easy,” he whispers. “Swirl your fingers around your wet clit and keep your legs wide open,” he instructs.

I stop thinking and let myself go. I don’t feel weird anymore. It’s a bit humiliating, sitting here in the conference room getting myself off, but at this moment I don’t care. Soft moans slip past my lips as his breathing increases. I love the sound he’s making over the phone. I love what I’m doing to him. Closing my eyes, I let myself go, imagining Sharp stroking his hard cock. With a man this demanding and sexy, I’m sure he’s well endowed. His confidence screams perfection.

“Oh God,” I moan, playing with my clit faster and faster.

“Come. Now.” And I do. I let myself go and fall back in the chair.

“Don’t ever argue with me again.”

 

COMING HOME AFTER DINNER with Mom and Grayson, I look through my messages and see a few from Camila.

Camila:
I hope you’re having a nice night. Mine’s pretty low key. Went out with Natalie and Taylor for some drinks, nothing special.

Camila:
I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of clingy person. I’m bored that’s all.

Camila:
I’m home now...Alone

I smile from her last text message. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t have her think I want her, even if I do. I have strict rules. Relationships are out the window, and I don’t repeat my sexual partners. Women, to me, serve one purpose. They are to suck my cock, ride me and let me fuck them from behind. I like seeing a woman’s ass in the air. Missionary style is for idiots. When I take her from behind,
I
control everything. I control her body, and I control what she sees. Taking a woman from behind means she doesn’t look at me.

Me:
I see that you missed me or is that your pussy talking?

I normally don’t carry on conversations with women, but Camila is different. Her sass-and-fire attitude attracts me. So with that, I decide to surprise her with something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.

Me:
Picture attachment sent

Setting my phone aside, I get up and head to the room Grayson’s sleeping in. Walking in the room, I stand over his crib, lightly touching his face. I’m a good father, I keep telling myself. Watching him sleep for a few minutes brings me reason. Grayson’s my reason. He’s the strength I need so I don’t lose focus. He’s the reason why I work hard and can be what he needs.

“Soon, Grayson. Daddy will make everything better. Soon,” I kiss my index and middle finger then place it on his forehead.

Slowly walking out of the room I head back to my office and pick up my phone.

Camila:
OMG, A DICK PIC? YOU SENT ME A PIC OF YOUR DICK? HOLY SHIT!

Me:
Now you have the picture of my anaconda to look at and get yourself off. Your pussy is going to fucking love it. Your mouth wants it. I know you do. I know what your body needs, Camila.

Camila:
What are you doing to me?

Me:
Doing what you want. Doing what you need.

Camila:
Do you have a filter? Do you understand boundaries?

I smile, reading her response. There’s nothing stopping me from getting what I want. I’m not used to women rejecting me. I get what I want, when I want it, without argument.

Me:
How long have we been talking for?

Camila:
Like six weeks.

Me:
So you know I hate boundaries and being told what to do. Why do you think I own a business? I’m the fucking boss. I get what I fucking want. If you don’t like how I am, don’t text or talk to me. We can go back to being professional. You’ll go back to a mere employee. Maybe I’ll remember your name. Maybe I’ll remember your position.

Sitting back in my chair I stroke my chin waiting for her response. She’ll respond.

Camila:
I’m not used to this.

Me:
You will be. I like you, Camila. You’re different from other women. You’re compliant, but you can put me in my place. I like the fire inside you.

Shocked with my revelation to her, I realize she’s a challenge. And I enjoy challenges. Maybe she’ll be the one to have me break all the rules. I grin, thinking about the little incident in the office. I own a security company so I have cameras everywhere. She’s fucking beautiful, and I want her. My dick wants her. My mouth wants to devour her, and taste her sweet juices.

Besides that, she wants me to feel like who I am. She’s not doing this to fuck me and brag about it like most women do. She’s not in this to get anything from me. The money and name doesn’t matter to her, at least that’s what it seems like. I’m never wrong about people.

Never.

 

IT’S SAFE TO SAY I’ve looked at his dick over a hundred times. Damn, it’s a beautiful cock. Nice and big and wide. Fuck, would that fit in my pussy? Fuck, what I’m I thinking! I can’t think this! Sharp’s my manager, and this is against company policy or whatever…Right?

But. Damn.

I need a distraction. Now! Grabbing the files from my bag, I head to my office, but walking down the hall I pass his room. Placing my hand on his door, I trace his name with my other hand.
Patrick.
My precious baby. He died in my stomach, but I wanted to hold him. Yet, when he entered this world Henry took him out. He didn’t want me to cry and get attached. I was so angry, but I understood. I never got to hold Patrick.

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