Enemies in the Boardroom (6)

Episode 6 - Lines Blurred

Camila's POV

The resort's lobby buzzed with forced team spirit, and laughter echoing off marble floors as colleagues clinked glasses under crystal chandeliers.

Over the weekend, I had gotten an email about a team retreat happening the coming week.

I'd arrived early with my suitcase in tow, determined to reset after that conference room disaster the previous week.

Adrian Hale couldn't keep derailing me especially not with the merger hanging by a thread and my career on the line. I thought about it long and hard after the conference room act and over the weekend, and I finally decided on something...

Boundaries.

That was what we needed.

Clear, professional lines to stop the madness before it tanked everything.

I spotted him across the room, towering over a group of junior executives with his suit jacket slung over one shoulder. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal forearms that were corded with muscles.

He turned just in time for our eyes to lock but I didn't look away fast enough. Heat prickled my skin despite the air-conditioned chill. But it was good we locked eyes though.

Talk to him, I told myself. Set the rules.

So I approached, weaving through the crowd with my sundress swishing against my thighs. It was a deliberate choice for the tropical vibe but by the time I reached him, I felt too exposed under his gaze.

"Hale", I said in a steady voice. "We need to talk". I lowered my voice. "Privately. Before this retreat turns into another battlefield".

He raised an eyebrow and excused himself from the group. We stepped out and onto the veranda where the ocean breeze carried salt and hibiscus.

"We need to set boundaries". I said immediately.

"Boundaries, Reyes? After you begged for more last time?".

I ignored the jab, crossing my arms. "Exactly. This... whatever it is...ends. No more office fucks, and no jealousy over investors. We're co-leads on a billion-dollar deal. Act like it".

His jaw tightened and his eyes darkened. "You think I want this distraction? Fine. Professional only. Shake on it". He stretched out a hand.

I stretched mine as well and our palms met with his grip firm. It lingered for a second too long that electricity shot up my arm. I instantly yanked away, heart pounding.

"Good. Keep your hands...", I gestured around,"...and everything else...to yourself ".

He smirked, but nodded. "Deal".

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The afternoon blurred into team-building nonsense that included trust falls in the beach, and strategy sessions by the pool.

I avoided him, focusing on presentations, but his presence lingered like a shadow that was watching me during breaks. His stare burned holes through my resolve but soon, I was glad it all came to an end.

By evening, exhaustion hit and I headed to my room which was on the top floor with my key card in hand.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, only for me to find it empty. I stepped in, punching the button for the last floor. Just then, I heard footsteps then Adrian appeared just as the doors began to close.

He jammed a hand in, forcing the doors back open then he stepped inside, filling the space with his cologne.

"Going up?". He drawled, hitting the button for the floor below mine.

That meant he would drop first before me.

Thank God.

The doors sealed us in and silence stretched. I leaned against the wall, staring at the numbers climbing as I willed my pulse to slow.

But proximity was a mistake because his heat radiated inches away and memories flooded in: His cock slamming into me and his hands bruising my hips.

"This retreat's a joke", he muttered, breaking the quiet. "All this fake unity while we're at each other's throats".

"Speak for yourself", I shot back, glancing at him.

Mistake.

His eyes were on my legs, tracing the hem of my dress where it rode up slightly.

I cleared my throat and fixed my eyes back on the numbers. "I'm here to work. Not playing games".

I felt him shift closer as the elevator hummed while ascending. "Games? Like pretending you don't want me to bend you over right here?".

My breath hitched. "Boundaries, Adrian. Remember?".

"Fuck boundaries". His voice dropped.

But as unfortunate situations would have it, the elevator jolted to a stop between floors, routine maintenance light flickering on and off. I placed my hands onto the walls for support.

His hand braced on the wall above my head, caging me.

"You feel it too. That pull".

I should have pushed him away but instead, my body betrayed me as my nipples hardened against my bra while my core ached.

"This is stupid". I swallowed. "And dangerous".

"Then why are you wet already?". He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. His breath was hot and his free hand skimmed my thigh, fingers teasing the edge of my dress.

I gasped, clenching my thighs as his hand reached higher, finding the damp lace of my panties.

"Adrian...". It was a warning, but it came out needy.

Damnit.

Suddenly, the elevator whirred back to life, but he didn't stop. His thumb circled my clit through the fabric, causing sparks to be ignited. My hips bucked involuntarily.

"Say stop if you mean it", he growled, pressing his hard cock against my belly.

The doors dinged open on his floor but he hit the close button immediately, trapping is again. I didn't say stop. Instead, I grabbed his shirt, yanking him down for a kiss that was filled with desperation.

Our tongues battles, his stubble scraping my chin as I fisted his hair. The elevator climbed but we were lost, our hands roaming each other, everywhere.

He shoved my dress up and ripped my panties aside then plunged his fingers into my pussy. There was two at first then three, stretching me with rough finger thrusts.

I moaned into his mouth while I soaked his hands, the wet squelch echoing in the elevator.

"God, you're dripping for me".

"Shut up and fuck me", I demanded, palming his bulge, and squeezing it until he groaned.

The doors opened on my floor and we stumbled out, with his hand around my waist as we half-ran to my door.

I fumbled with the key card and when the door finally opened, we dashed in, door slamming shut behind us.

There was preamble as he spun me against the door, hiking my dress to my waist and freeing his cock. The veins were pulsing and the tip was already leaking with pre-cum.

I dropped to my knees onto the rough carpet and took him in my mouth. I sucked hard and my tongue swirled the head, making him hiss.

He tangled his hands in my hair, fucking my face with shallow thrusts. "That's it, take it deep".

Saliva dropped down my chin as I hollowed my cheeks, gagging when he hit the back of my throat while tears stung my eyes.

He pulled out abruptly and hauled me up, mouth crashing back to mine. He lifted me and my legs wrapped his waist. He impaled me on his cock in one savage drive and I cried out, my walls stretching full and burning around his girth.

"Fuck, so tight", he grunted, pinning me to the door and pounding up into me.

Each thrust jarred my body, breasts bouncing free from my dress as he ripped the straps down. His mouth then latched onto a nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed it until I arched as pleasure-pain shot straight to my core.

We moved to the bed while trying to shed our clothes in a frenzy. He tore his shirt open and my dress pooled on the floor. He flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up, then slammed back in from behind.

His palm cracked against my ass, making the sting bloom into heat as he fucked me deeper, balls slapping my clit.

"Harder", I begged, pushing back while my fingers clawed the sheets as they bunched.

He obliged, grip bruising my waist as his pace turned brutal. Sweat slicked our skin and the room was filled with grunts and the obscene slap of flesh against flesh.

One hand snaked under to rub my clit in tight circles. It made my orgasm build fast. "Fuck, I'm cumming".

"Milk me, Camila. Milk my cock".

I shattered and fell forward, pussy convulsing and squeezing him as waves crashed over me. He followed seconds later, roaring as he buried deep.

I rose to look down as his cum jetted inside me and filled me until it leaked out around his shaft. We collapsed, panting with him on me, his weight heavy but comforting.

Everything came seeping in. The merger, the team downstairs, and our so-called boundaries which was now in ruins.

"This can't keep happening", I whispered, but even I didn't believe it.

He rolled off, pulling me against him. "Then stop making me want you so bad".