"I'd rather you take me back to your place"

Brooke put her lips to his ear. "I'd rather you take me back to your place," she whispered silkily. "Because then my roommate won't hear us."

She could feel the effect those words had on him. His hands tightened around her waist, and the intense look in his eyes made her grin.

"So what if they did?" Cameron said.

"Kinky."

He chuckled. "I'll call a cab."

Brooke spent the entire cab ride with her hands clasped firmly in her lap to stop herself climbing onto her boss's lap and scarring the cab driver for life. As soon as they were in the privacy of the elevator, however, Brooke wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers.

In return, he reached down and hoisted her up by the ass before pinning her between his body and the wall. She giggled at the coolness of the metal wall on her bare skin even as his warm hands lightly squeezed her, and the closeness of their bodies had her breathless and soaking. Judging by the bulge pressing against her panties, he was just as eager.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open, and he carried her out, arms straining with her weight before being **** to set her down. Her heels threw her off and she stumbled, catching herself against a shoe rack. Slowly, she looked around the penthouse.

A large living room sprawled before her, with a plush cream sofa and a glass coffee table, while around the corner she could see what looked like a kitchen area, judging by the crockery on the drying rack. A large, wall-mounted television hung above a gaming console with a thin layer of dust on its surface. Three rooms led off from the living room.

"So, which one is the bedroom?"

Cameron smirked. "You don't fancy the tour?"

Toying absently with the neckline of her dress, Brooke raised her eyebrow. "Do you really want to keep me waiting?"

He stepped closer, and she felt her lungs constrict with anticipation. Teasingly, he brushed his hands against her hips. "I've already fucked you once today, I can wait a little longer. You, though? I think you're ****." Smirking, he brushed a lock of her frizzy hair behind her ear. "Or am I wrong?"

Brooke met his gaze confidently, trying to hide the trembling of her knees. "Oh yeah? You think you've got the cute little secretary begging for it, don't you?" She ran her hands over the front of his pants, feeling his cock twitch through the fabric. "Sure, I want you ... but I bet you want me more. I can fulfill your wildest fantasies ... or I can drive you crazy." Relishing the moment, she sauntered around him, trailing her fingers along his belt. "Which do you want, Mr Ntenga?"

Cameron stood stock still, gazing at her. Then his lips cracked into a smile. "Okay, you definitely win. The bedroom is through there," he said.

She grinned. "See, was that so hard?" Practically glowing with pride at how sexy she had just felt, she slipped off her heels and pushed open the bedroom door. "Are you coming?"

"I think I just did," he murmured, before smirking at her.

Brooke laughed, reaching behind her back and unzipping her dress. "I put on something special," she said as she shimmied out of it, exposing her lingerie. His jaw dropped, and his eyes combed every inch of her figure, making her blush. "I was going to ask what you thought, but that much is pretty obvious," she said.

"I can't tell whether I want you to keep it on or take it off."

"How about I keep it on for a bit?" Brooke smiled, stepping closer to him and frantically unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his herculean abs. "After all, you saw plenty earlier, didn't you?"

"You know I was only saying that to turn you on," he smirked, tweaking her bra strap. The snap of the elastic against her skin gave her an almost irresistible urge to drop to her knees in front of him.

"Well it worked." On tiptoes, she kissed him, feeling him grinning under her lips.

"Master of seduction," he murmured. She giggled.

Finally, she finished fiddling with his belt, and she yanked his pants and underwear down his legs. His erection sprang free, drawing her gaze, and her mouth watered at the sight. Stepping out of the pile of clothes, he began pushing her towards the bed as an intense expression spread across his face.

Brooke offered no resistance, allowing herself to fall backwards onto the soft duvet, and moaned as his hands began stroking her thighs, pushing them apart as he drove her into a frenzy. Rather than climbing on after her, though, his strong hands flipped her over onto all fours and gripped her firmly by the hips, making her gasp in surprise. She shook with desire as he gently teased her panties down her thighs, exposing her soaking folds.

Looking over her shoulder, she bit her lip and nodded.

Her back arched as he pushed into her. Despite how aroused she was, her entrance clenched him so tightly that they were both left gasping for air, and she clutched the sheet as her eyes rolled back. With him inside her, even the slightest sensation was tripled. The way her bra pressed against her nipples, the vice-like grip of his hands on her hips, and the lingerie stretching around her lower body were all fuel for her fire.

With a grunt, he started to thrust into her. Every movement of his hips left her unable to breathe, drowning in the tidal wave of pleasure. With each thrust, another doubt evaporated from her mind. Sleeping with her boss no longer concerned her. Staying out late on a Wednesday night, with work early the next morning, was nothing to her. Letting a man fuck her without a condom on a first date felt too good to deny.

"Tell me if I get too rough," Cameron panted.

"Uh huh," she moaned, unable to say anything more coherent as he ramped up his pace. Sweat dripped down her face and matted her frizzy hair to her forehead, and frail gasps escaped her lips as he pounded her, driving her through the mattress and into heaven.

Knees trembling, Brooke could feel her climax approaching like a steam train. Every fiber of her body was on fire, and her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest as she pressed her hips backwards to take as much of him inside her as she could.

And then it crashed into her. Her body shook, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Bliss obliterated her mind. All that mattered was that wonderful sensation coming from her pussy as his cock continued to slide in and out of her.

"Fuck ..." Brooke sighed slowly. Glancing over her shoulder with eyes glazed over from pleasure, she looked up at him. Even as his eyes rolled back, his muscles kept rippling with the grace and power of a stallion, utterly captivating her. If she hadn't just climaxed, the sight would have easily pushed her over the edge.

He groaned, a deep proclamation of satisfaction that vibrated her bones, and pulled out, splattering warm cum against Brooke's back. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, she was so turned on by it. "Oh my God," Cameron gasped, milking the last few droplets onto her ass before collapsing next to her.

Brooke laughed weakly and wiped herself down with a tissue. Laying a kiss on his forehead, she slowly got to her feet, stumbled through to the kitchen, and began hunting through the cabinets for glasses.

"Here," she gasped, handing him a glass of water before downing her own.

"Thanks."

Slipping into bed, she snuggled up against him, smiling. "That was the best first date I've ever been on."

Cameron chuckled and wrapped an arm around her. "Agreed."