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were not supposed to have tattoos. Somehow it felt as if he was being unfair to her whole belief system just by having one. She began to wonder if he had any more, then taking a firm hand with her imagination said, ‘Just let me get back to my room, then I can warm up and sort out this dress. God knows what I’ll wear tomorrow!’
    Cameron caught Sally’s arm, the heat of his touch surprising her considering how cold they both were. She found herself being propelled towards him in the small space, her chest squashed against his. He was so close, his grip so tight, and yet not only couldn’t she move, she found she wasn’t even trying to pull away. A voice at the back of Sally’s head was yelling at her, asking why she wasn’t struggling, but she ignored it, for the rest of her body seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do.
    Seizing the hem of Sally’s dress, Cameron moved quickly, his pulse thudding in his ears, expecting her to slap him away at any second, as he yanked the jet black fabric over her head.
    Her breasts ached, but only partly because they had been doused in cold water. Not waiting for Cameron to help, Sally unhooked her black bra, whimpering with the relief at the removal of its restraining presence.
    Cameron’s quiet murmur of satisfaction at the sight of the tits he’d fantasised about on so many occasions was lost as he bent in the narrow space, immediately burying his head between then,
    For a split second Sally’s brain engaged, and she stepped away. Cameron shuffled after her, and fixing his mouth around Sally’s right breast, kissed it lightly between hungry bites, his lips warming her outside and in. Sally found she couldn’t move. In fact she wanted to be closer. Much closer.
    Grasping his shoulders, Sally inched nearer, forcing more of her breast into his mouth, groaning in delight as his other hand yanked at her knickers, which had developed a new wet sheen that had nothing at all to do with the emptying of the champagne buckets. She stepped out of her underwear quickly, shaking her knickers from the heels of each shoe.
    Peering up, Cameron took in her beauty with an air that was part bewildered wonder and part animal lust. Catching her around the waist, he hoisted Sally up, pushing her bum onto a shelf behind her, so that they were face to face. Neither spoke, talking would have broken whatever spell they were under. He landed his lips on hers, more crushing her than kissing her, as she hungrily responded. Her mouth taking out the fury she felt towards this impossible man. While she worked, leaning forward so she didn’t become impaled on the shelves behind her, Sally’s hands strayed to his tattoo, running her fingernails over it again and again, her subconscious wondering if picturing him in that set of mechanic’s overalls had been such a way off idea after all.
    She closed her eyes as Cameron’s mouth moved down her neck, biting into it; hurting her, and yet somehow sending out shots of bliss as his teeth grazed her skin. Sally’s unpainted nails copied his actions, digging into his shoulders and neck, running through his hair, scraping his scalp. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t stand the man. All that mattered now was seeing how good he could make her feel, and working out how to get his trousers off so she could kneel and engulf his cock.
    Strong arms slipped back around her waist, lifting Sally off the shelf. Not pausing in his kissing quest, Cameron positioned Sally against the door. Lowering his face to his assistant’s chest, his right hand made a beeline for her mound. Sally almost cried as he cupped her soft pussy, squeezing her tight. She clamped her lips together, remembering in the nick of time that they might be overheard.
    She felt dizzy, half hot and half cold, every sense heightened as fingers played her clit while her boss’s tongue flicked at her right nipple so fast she thought she’d explode with the effort of not screaming out loud. Her eyes