Free The Seduction 3 by Roxy Sloane

something will go wrong at the last minute. “I had
questions about the--”
    Cam hold up his hand,
cutting me off. “I told you, they have it all under control.”
    “But this is a big
event,” I protest. “The biggest! You said it yourself, everyone’s
watching.”
    “And that’s why you
need to delegate,” Cam counters. “Leave the details to the
professionals. Your job is to network and let everyone meet the new
boss.”
    I take a breath. He’s
right. It’s not my responsibility to check the caterers are dressed
in white, or if the valet stand got permits from the city. For the
first time in my career, I’m going to be the one enjoying the party
while other people handle the work.
    “I’ll let you get
back to work,” I say, preparing to leave.
    “Where are you
going?” Cam stops me. “This is your office now.”
    “What?” I gape at
him. “I don’t understand.”
    He chuckles. “You’re
CEO now, you need a space to work out of. And I was only ever keeping
the seat warm here for you. My real office is just down the hall.
I’ll see you tonight?”
    “See you later,” I
reply weakly.
    He winks, and then
closes the door behind him, leaving me alone in my office.
    Mine?
    I look around, amazed.
It’s huge, the size of my whole crappy apartment back in LA. Sleek
furniture, expensive rugs. And the view...
    I go to the windows,
breathing in the sight of New York stretched beneath me. I feel on
top of the world here, and for the first time, I realize:
    I don’t want to lose
this now. Whatever the secrets behind my inheritance, I’m already
invested. In this company, these people. Ashcroft entrusted their
fates to me for a reason, and I don’t want to let him down. Not
with Brent and his scheming threatening to tear the whole company
apart.
    My intercom buzzes.
“Miss Fawes?”
    “Yes!” I lunge to
hit the button.
    “Your next meeting is
here. Shall I send them in?”
    “Yes, please.” I
settle back in the executive desk chair and reach for my tablet, but
when the doors open, it’s Vaughn who strides into the room.
    “Hey!” I leap up,
happy to see him. “I thought we were meeting at the gala tonight.”
    “I had some things to
take care of in the city.” Vaughn meets me with a kiss.
    “Like what?” I ask
curiously.
    “Things.” His reply
is blunt. As usual. I don’t know what he’s been doing while I’m
at the office all day, and when I ask, he shuts me down.
    Now, he pre-empts any
more questions by placing a hand against my chest and slowly pushing
me backwards until I hit the edge of my desk.
    “Nice office, Miss
Fawes,” he murmurs with a wicked glint in his eyes.
    My pulse kicks. “My
next meeting arrives soon,” I tell him, but he’s already lifting
me to sit on the edge of the desk, spreading my thighs wider.
    “Then they’ll enjoy
the show.”
    He yanks my panties
aside and drags his thumb across my clit. I moan, clutching his
shoulders to stay upright. Vaughn strokes again, whispering in my
ear.
    “I’ve been thinking
about fucking you all day long.” He sinks a finger deep into my
wetness, and I shudder at the touch. “See how wet you are, baby?
You’ve been wanting me too.”
    “Yes,” I whisper.
God, I want him all the time, with a craving that scares and
exhilarates me all in one.
    “Tell me how.”
Vaughn thrusts another finger inside me, pulsing slowly as his thumb
rubs around my clit. His eyes are locked on mine, and Lord, I’m
already panting, twisting, hurtling higher. “Tell me every dirty
thing you want me to do to your body. Say it out loud.”
    “I want you there,”
I whisper, feeling his fingers plunge deeper, curling up inside me. I
thrust against him, needing the friction on my clit. “Inside me.”
    “I already am,”
Vaughn smirks. “You’ll have to do better than that.” He starts
to withdraw his fingers, and I whimper from the motion.
    “Your cock,” I
gasp. “I need your cock inside me.”
    “Better,” Vaughn
murmurs,