Truth Or Dare by Lori Foster Read Free Book Online

tie. “I didn’t know I was.” Then, “I never was before.” She met his gaze with a look of confusion. “I think it’s just you.”
    Cameron didn’t bother denying that. He couldn’t think of a woman hotter than Asia Michaels. But he’d be damned if he’d explain it wasn’t him, taking a chance that she’d find another guy. No way.
    “Tonight will be even better,” she said, then peeked up at him as if waiting for his reply.
    Was this his cue that tonight he was supposed to do something different? Something more … forceful? He said, his tone filled with caution, “I want you to be satisfied with me, Asia.”
    Her eyes brightened, and she threw her arms around his throat again, nearly strangling him. “Thank you.” Leaning back, she added with sincerity, “I really am sorry to do this, to leave you … unsatisfied. But I never suspected it’d go this far.”
    He kissed the end of her nose and said, “I’ll think of it as extended foreplay.”
    His phone rang just as she pulled away and began straightening her skirt. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes slumberous and sated. Watching her, regretting the necessity that kept her beautiful legs hidden from him, Cameron hit a button and said absently, “Yes?”
    “You asked that I remind you about the meeting first thing this morning, Mr. Cameron.”
    “Thank you, Marsha.”
    He disconnected the line. Marsha was a secretary for the entire floor, which included four supervisors. She kept everyone punctual and was observant as hell.
    He looked at Asia. “Do you mind if Marsha knows we’re seeing each other?”
    She shook her head. “Do you?”
    His grin turned wolfish as he stepped past her to unlock and open the door. No one was in the hallway to notice, and for that he was grateful. He wouldn’t tolerate gossip about Asia.
    “I want everyone to know,” he told her, and turned to face her again with a smile. “Maybe it’ll keep the rest of the men from pursuing you.”
    “The guys here?” she asked, and scoffed. “They all know I’m not interested.”
    “But you are,” he reminded her, looking at her breasts, her belly and thighs. “You’re interested in
me.”
    He waited for her to deny it, but all she did was shrug. “It’s strange. You affect me differently.”
    He sauntered toward her, filled with confidence. “I make you hot.”
    She looked perplexed as hell when she said, “Yeah.”
    Cameron shook his head. It had taken her two months to notice the sexual chemistry he’d picked up on within two minutes of meeting her. If it hadn’t been for the damned porn shop just opening, she still wouldn’t have given him the time of day. He couldn’t forget that. Asia with her big bedroom eyes and standoffish ways had a sexual predilection, andlast night he’d watched the tape and learned how to appease her.
    Her preferences were still foreign to him, but less unappealing. Some of the scenes, in fact, had really turned him on. He’d imagined Asia in place of the overblown actress. He pictured her firm, lush bottom turned up to the warm smacks of a large male hand—his hand. The smacking part didn’t interest him much, even though the swats had done little more than redden her bottom, and ultimately prepare her for a hard ride.
    But the touching afterward, the utter vulnerability and accessibility of the woman’s sex to probing fingers and tongue had made him hot as hell. The actress had remained in the submissive position, bent over a footstool, hands flat on the floor, knees spread wide, and in Cameron’s mind it had been Asia, waiting for him, ready for him.
    He sucked in a deep breath, drawing Asia’s notice.
    Her eyes were again apologetic when she asked, “Are you okay?”
    “Other than being hard as a spike, yes.”
    She smiled. “That might make your meeting difficult.”
    Cameron took her arm and led her toward the door. “Once you’re gone I’ll get myself in order. That is, if I can stop thinking about tonight.”
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