Page 71 of Beg for You

“What the hell are you doing?” Spencer said, fury in his voice.

“I won’t be needing your assistance after all. I’ve found another investor,” he said to Spencer. “Someone who doesn’t enjoy blackmail quite as much as you.” He turned to me. “I’m so sorry, Cassandra, for asking this of you. I never thought it would get this far. How will you ever forgive me?”

Spencer looked furious. My father was staring at me, waiting for a reply. I turned away from them both. I couldn’t deal with my father right then.

I stepped off the small stage and the crowd parted as I moved through them. Cal hadn’t moved, his eyes on me as I walked toward him and stopped in front of him.

He stared down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess.” He reached out and touched my hair, the strands that had broken free. “How can you…ever forgive me…for the way I’ve acted?”

He was stumbling over his words, but he didn’t seem to care who heard. Neither did I. Cal was perfect to me. Every part of him. I stepped closer, resting my hands on his massive chest. “Do you love me?”

His nostrils flared. “Yes. Fuck, Cassy, more than anything.”

“Tell me,” I said.

“Princess, I love you so fucking much I didn’t even know it was possible to love someone like this.”

I curled my arms around his neck and went up on my tiptoes, pulling him down to meet me at the same time. “Love makes us act crazy.”

“You love me?” he said, voice deep and gritty.

I cupped his scarred face, a face I knew I couldn’t live without seeing every single day of my life. “Yes, Joel, I love you.”

He tugged me closer, a big hand going to the back of my head, pressing my forehead to his. “Thank fuck,” he rasped.

I pulled back, and his mouth came down on mine instantly. He was kissing me, we were kissing each other in front of everyone, and nothing had ever felt this right in my life.

Then I was lifted off the floor and we were moving. Cal carried me out of the room and out of my father’s house.

Chapter Seventeen

Cal

I stared down at Cassy in my bed, her hair free and spread over my pillow, her creamy skin bare and straining under me as I moved inside her and struggled to breathe. That’s what she did to me. The woman stole the breath from my lungs.

“You’re mine, Princess. Say it.”

Her fingers slid down my back, nails lightly scoring my skin, making me buck into her deeper with more urgency.

“I’m yours,” she said and arched against me, her moans filling the room.

I watched her wide blue eyes, heavy lidded and lust filled, clear as they locked on mine.

“And you’re mine,” she said, voice husky and sexy as fuck.

“And I’m yours,” I gritted out.

I held her gaze as I rocked my hips forward. Cassy whimpered and spread wider for me, taking more, wanting more.

“Nothing feels better than being inside you. Nothing feels righter than…fucking my woman. Can you feel how hard I am, Cassy? Can you feel…what you do to me, how wild you make me?”

“Oh God. Please, Cal.”

“Joel. Call me Joel when I’m making love to you, Princess.”

“Please, Joel.”

I dropped to my elbows, keeping our eyes locked as I slammed my hips forward, fucking into her harder and faster. She clawed at my back, hips moving with mine, her cries and gasps constant. I felt her tighten around me and groaned. “That’s it, baby, let me feel it.”