Chapter 25: Silk Blindfold

Lucas pressed his lips against the soft swell of her chest right beneath the diamond necklace.

Camilla dug her nails into his shoulders to pull him closer. She was a woman accustomed to accelerating timelines and closing deals fast.

She wanted to consume him in a rush of heat and friction to mask the sudden vulnerability she felt. She tried to roll her hips upward to force the pace of the encounter.

Lucas decided to rewrite the schedule.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from his skin. She let out a frustrated breath and tried to break his grip. He did not let go.

He pressed both of her hands flat against the crisp white mattress right above her head and held them there with one hand.

"What are you doing?" Camilla whispered. Her green eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and confusion.

"Aren’t you tired of giving orders," Lucas murmured. He leaned down and brushed his nose against her jaw. "You tell everyone what to do. You even told me what to wear tonight."

He kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear. The Erogenous Mapping skill pulsed with a soft blue light in his vision to highlight the nerve clusters waiting to be touched.

"But up here," Lucas continued softly. "Let me be in charge. You just get to let go."

Camilla froze.

Her Micro-Motive data flooded his vision. He expected to see a spike of corporate anger or territorial resistance. Instead he saw a heavy wave of relief wash through her nervous system.

The ruthless real estate magnate carried the weight of a five hundred million dollar empire on her shoulders every single day.

She had to be the smartest and most dangerous person in the room to survive.

But lying on her back in the empty skyscraper she secretly craved the reverse. She wanted to surrender the steering wheel to someone strong enough to handle it.

She stopped fighting his grip. Her muscles melted into the plush mattress and her eyes drifted shut.

"Show me," Camilla breathed. It was a soft challenge wrapped in a willing submission.

Lucas smiled in the dark. He kept her wrists pinned above her head and used his free hand to trace the delicate black lace of her bra.

He unhooked the front clasp with a flick of his thumb. The fabric parted to reveal the heavy curves of her breasts.

The ambient glow of the city lights cast soft shadows over her pale skin.

He lowered his head and took her right peak into his mouth.

Camilla let out a sharp gasp that echoed in the silent room. Her back arched off the bed.

He swirled his tongue over the sensitive center and applied a gentle suction. The physical feedback from his System skills guided him.

He knew how much pressure to use and when to drag his teeth lightly across the hardened peak.

She writhed beneath him.

Her pinned hands curled into tight fists against the white sheets. She tried to lift her hips to chase the friction but he shifted his weight to keep her anchored to the bed.

He moved to her other breast and gave it the same agonizing attention. The taste of her skin mixed with the lingering scent of her dark cherry perfume.

The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating. He was no longer intimidated by the wealth or the power she wielded downstairs.

He was holding a beautiful woman who was unraveling under his touch.

"Lucas," Camilla moaned. Her voice was thick with a heavy lust she could no longer hide. "Please."

"Please what?" Lucas asked. He abandoned her chest and trailed wet kisses down the smooth plane of her stomach.

"Let my hands go," she begged softly.

"Not yet," he answered.

He let his hand drift lower. He traced the edge of her black lace underwear.

His fingers grazed the bare skin of her upper thigh and tracked the sensitive lines his System highlighted. He felt the slick heat building through the thin fabric.

She was wet and eager for him to close the distance.

He hooked his fingers under the lace waistband and slowly pulled the fabric down her long legs.

She kicked the underwear aside the moment it cleared her ankles. She was bare and exposed to his gaze.

Lucas sat back on his heels and looked at her.

She lay spread on the massive bed with her chest heaving and her dark hair tangled across the pillows.

The dominant developer who tore down corporate rivals was gone. She was just a woman trembling with anticipation.

He reached toward the bedside table. He did not know if the staged furniture held anything useful but his fingers brushed against a heavy silk sleep mask resting near the lamp. He picked it up. The smooth fabric felt cool against his skin.

"I want to try something," Lucas said.

Camilla opened her heavy eyes and looked at the mask in his hand.

A brief flash of hesitation crossed her face before her desire swallowed it whole. She nodded slowly.

He released her wrists and slipped the silk mask over her eyes. He adjusted the elastic band so it sat snug against her dark hair.

The sudden loss of sight made her gasp. She reached out blindly but he caught her hands again and pressed them back down to her sides.

"Keep your hands right there," Lucas instructed. His voice held a dark commanding edge that he felt down to his bones.

Camilla swallowed hard and obeyed. Her chest rose and fell in erratic waves.

Robbed of her vision she was forced to rely on the sensation of his touch and the sound of his breathing.

Lucas crawled back between her thighs. He leaned over her and let his chest brush against hers.

He did not enter her yet. He wanted to build the tension until she forgot her own name.

He trailed his fingers lightly down the inside of her thigh. She shivered and parted her legs wider in a silent invitation.

He brushed his knuckles against her wet core. The slick heat coated his skin. She let out a soft whine and tilted her hips upward.

He pressed two fingers inside her.

Camilla cried out and grabbed the white sheets with both hands. The slow deliberate invasion sent a shockwave through her nervous system.

Lucas watched her masked face as he curled his fingers and began to move. He maintained a slow grueling rhythm that forced her to savor every second of the slide.

"You feel amazing," Lucas murmured near her ear.

She could not form a coherent response. She rode the rhythm of his hand while the city lights flickered in the windows around them.