Free The Darker Side of Pleasure by Eden Bradley Page A

over, she could spend some time with her husband. She spotted him at one end of the room, talking to a group of people. As though he felt her stare, he looked up, caught her eye. She motioned with her head and smiled, and he left his group and came to her.
    “How’s it going, honey? Good turnout, it looks like.”
    “A great turnout. We sold everything.”
    “Ah, hence the celebratory glass in your hand.”
    Jillian smiled and took a sip. “Yes. Plus, it’s the only thing that’ll kill the pain of these shoes. I’ve been in heels all night and my feet are killing me.”
    Cam moved closer and brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “Poor baby. I have just the cure for that.”
    “A good foot rub?”
    “Hmmm, maybe,” he growled in her ear. “But I had something else in mind.”
    “Since we’re standing in the middle of the gallery in a large group of people, I think your cure is going to have to wait.”
    He moved his hand over her back. The plunging lines of her dark red cocktail dress left her back bare all the way down to the base of her spine. His hand was warm as it slid over her skin, leaving a trail of sensual tingling in its wake.
    His head moved back to her ear again, and she could feel the warmth of his breath there. “Come up to your office with me.”
    “I can’t.” But something about the way he was touching her, his breath in her ear, was making her hot all over.
    “Come on, honey. They don’t need you here anymore. And I do need you.”
    “Cam—”
    “I’ve never fucked you on your desk before, have I? I’d really like to bend you over and spank you as I fuck you from behind.”
    A warm shiver started deep inside her. Her legs went a little weak. She couldn’t speak.
    “Don’t think about it. Just do it. Follow me.”
    Cam took her by the arm, and she kept a small smile plastered on her face as she let him lead her through the room and up the stairs. She couldn’t get the image he’d created out of her mind. Bent over her desk, just as he’d said. Her dress hiked up around her waist. Cam behind her with his big cock ready to thrust into her.
    Yes.
    In her office Cam turned one small lamp on and locked the door. He held her arm and guided her to the front of her wide glass desk.
    “Bend over it, Jillian. Do it.”
    God, she loved that commanding tone. She bent over, settling her elbows on the desk, knowing her short, red dress would pull taut over her ass, and her high heels made her legs look great.
    Cam came up behind her and hitched her dress up around her waist, just as she’d imagined he would. She felt the cool air hit her bare thighs and buttocks. She was wearing a G-string, which didn’t cover much.
    “Beautiful, baby,” Cam crooned, sliding his hands over her ass.
    She was excited even before the first small slap landed. But at that first stinging contact her sex convulsed and she was instantly soaking wet.
    Cam smacked her again, harder this time, and she absorbed the sharp thrum of it. She wanted him to do it harder.
    He began a series of slaps, playing them over first one cheek, and then the other. The blood rushed to the surface of her skin, which grew hot and tingling. He sped up his rhythm, spanking harder, and she squirmed her hips as pleasure poured through her. She pressed her breasts into the cool glass surface of her desk, needing to rub her full, aching nipples against something. And still, Cam’s blows landed on her smarting ass, one after another.
    When she thought she couldn’t stand not to be touched anymore, he pulled the small scrap of her G-string aside and pushed a few fingers into her. God, it felt good! She moved back against him, trying to take more inside.
    And still he kept working on her ass and down the back of her thighs, the slaps coming harder and harder, his fingers thrusting inside her. And then he stopped.
    “Cam,” she breathed.
    “Wait,” he commanded.
    She spent one long, panting moment while she heard him unzip his pants. Then