Camilla's heart pounded even more when she realized where her hand was placed. The place where if it wasn't for the trousers, she would be touching his little daddy.
She gulped nervously as she tried to ignore how close they were standing and the heat of his body radiating against hers.
She closed her eyes tight and prayed that no one else would open the door. With a shaky breath, she managed to relax enough so that she could hear everything that was being said outside.
On the other hand, her rocky hard nipples were pressed hard against his muscular chest and abdomen. She bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her mind sane enough to stop the overwhelming urge to press herself as close to him as humanly possible.
They stayed completely still, their breath coming out in short, shallow breaths. They weren't even sure what was going on anymore.
On the other hand, Juan's head started feeling a little tingly. Considering he hadn't had sexual pleasure for quite some time, Camilla's hand against his crotch was a welcome sensation. As time wore on, his erection increased.
His breathing became uneven and ragged, the blood pounding in his head making it difficult for him to concentrate.
The more time passed, he got a bit more bolder. He wanted Camilla badly; wanted to touch every inch of her skin, wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him.
He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep within her warm and sweet body and take it until she begged him to stop. He wanted her to beg and moan while she screamed his name. He wanted her so badly, but that was not the right time or place.
Marcus, meanwhile, his eyes scanned the area suspiciously. He had a feeling that someone had been in his office. The office belonged to him.
The sight of the slightly open drawer confirmed his suspicions. His gaze fell on the photograph that Juan and Camilla had been holding moments ago.
As he studied the image, his brow furrowed with curiosity. The woman in the photograph looked familiar. The woman who had given birth to him and Pablo.
His mother.
He dismissed the thought, assuming it was just another one of the mansion's old artifacts. Besides, she was the woman his father decided to torture for the rest of his life.
Camilla's heart raced as she peered through the crack of the wardrobe door, praying that Marcus wouldn't linger in the room for too long. Beside her, Juan's presence was both comforting and alarming.
In the close quarters of the wardrobe, their breaths continued to mingle, and the air between them felt charged with unspoken tension. It was as if fate had conspired to bring them together, to force them into each other's lives at this crucial moment.
But before they could dwell on the intensity of the moment, Marcus's voice echoed through the room. "Someone was here," he muttered, a tinge of anger in his tone. "But I don't have time to deal with this now."
As he exited the room, Juan and Camilla released a collective breath, their bodies still pressed close together. They hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed after the intimate moment they had shared.
Finally, Juan spoke, breaking the silence that enveloped them. "Thank you for hiding with me," he whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable.
Camilla looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "I couldn't let you face him alone," she replied, her voice equally hushed. "We were in this together anyway. We both sneaked into his office,"
Her small laugh sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. At that moment, the lines between the first lady of the house and the employee blurred, and they were just two individuals connected by the little secret mission they held.
"Let's get out of here," Juan whispered as his gaze wandered over her features, taking in her beautiful blue eyes that sparkled with passion. "And we'll talk later."
Camilla smiled shyly at Juan and nodded. She reached for the doorknob of Marcus's office, her hands trembled so much, she accidentally twisted it, and the lock almost shut.
"Oh My God," They both laughed, " I'm so nervous right now. Anyway, let's go," Camilla whispered, her breath brushing against his hair. "We should probably leave before Marcus comes back."
The two slowly eased their way out of Marcus's office, silently praying that Marcus didn't come back soon.
Juan's POv
The walls of my office turned into a series of displayed pictures and videos of what happened earlier with Camilla especially the moment when we touched.
Her hand did nothing other than press itself against my crotch. I'd never felt my head having that much pulse over something as small as a female hand touching it.
Heck, I hadn't met a woman in two years and I thought I was fine. I thought I could control it. But it's obvious I hadn't met my weakness that's why it was easy.
And her nipples. Damn those nipples, they were harder than a damn brick! And her smooth, creamy skin. it was so fucking soft. So plump. Damn!
All these thoughts made the power of my imagination stronger than ever. The imagination of her stroking my cock made me groan, and I was thankful no one else was near to hear me.
I was a fucking child!
My balls hardened and my cock throbbed, begging to be released. What made it worse was the nipples. They were hard in a place as hot as that, which only meant she was also into me. She felt the same thing I felt and that simple fact tortured me.
I groaned out loud, frustrated because I couldn't get free. There was no way out.
I ran a hand down my face and took a deep breath. I needed to think clearly, but fuck, I was horny as hell. My mind was all messed up and I was thinking of ways to not let Camilla know how frustrated I was because of her.
Before those two years, I was always horny but today it was even worse.
It's like the more I thought about her, the hungrier I got. She was like an arrow shot straight to my heart. My mind went blank and it took all of my strength to keep myself from declaring my true intentions when I saw her the next day.
Camilla's POV
For hours, I just sat at the edge of the bed thinking of the intimate moment I had with the curly-haired guy. It was so damn hot over there.
I couldn't believe my hand found its way to his crotch. The pleasure I felt when his little head was getting bigger while I was still touching it was unexplainable.
I never thought after this marriage, I would bite my lip and smile like a teenager. My insides kept screaming over and over again. They never screamed like this even when I had intimate moments with Pablo.
Every time we met, this guy kept proving to be a mystery to me. Part of me wanted him yet part of me was still with Pablo. Part of me felt guilty for even feeling greasy for another man. But then that's it. Maybe Pablo was my past and he, my current favorite.
Or maybe I was just hallucinating because I was excited myself.