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“Shit, Cass.” Then I added quickly, “Sorry, Momma,” knowing she hated us cursing. “I mean, are you sure?”
“I am one hundred percent sure. Your book is amazing. I’ve read it three times, and I can’t find any flaws in it. It flows well, and the story is gripping. I feel like I’m in Wyatt’s world, following him all over London, trying to find out what your antagonist, Sabrina, is up to. The depth you give even your minor characters has me wanting more. I think your book would be an excellent selection as the first book published with Casswell Publishing. So please, say yes.”
“Of course, I’m going to say yes! Oh my God, is this really happening?” Again, everyone gave their congratulations. Lucas pulled me to my feet, gave me a sweet kiss, and whispered in my ear, “We’ll celebrate later.”
“Jesus, Cass,” I said as I swiped under my eyes and sat back down. “I’m a bit overwhelmed.”
“Well, I have something else to tell you that will make you feel better.”
“Oh God, what now?”
“David got fired,” she blurted out.
“Cass, what did you do?” I stared her down, hoping she didn’t get involved.
She chuckled, not intimidated by my stare. “Nothing, I promise. I was going to turn in the recording, but he was brought up on sexual harassment charges.”
“What?” I exclaimed.
She nodded vigorously. “Turns out, he’s been harassing a few women in other departments. They filed reports, and he was arrested at work. Jacob had someone clearing out his desk when I went to turn in my notice.”
I laughed deeply. It wasn’t funny that the scumbag harassed those women, making them feel unsafe at work. It was funny that he thought he could get away with it, and those strong women came for him and got their justice. We finished dinner in a good mood, Cass and I promising to do lunch soon.
Lucas was a little upset that he would be in his sling for another six weeks and couldn’t wash the dishes like he used to, but I didn’t mind. After everyone left and I finished the dishes, we sat on the couch, with me still soaking up the fact that I would be published—something I’d wanted for as long as I could remember. My biggest dream was coming true. Lucas was lying with his back against the arm of the couch, and I sat in front of him, my back to his chest. He had wrapped his good arm around me and rubbed his hand up and down my side.
“I can’t believe it,” I murmured for about the hundredth time since Cass asked me to be the first author signed to her company. She promised to send me a contract the next day that we could review to ensure the terms were fair. I trusted Cass and knew she would give me more than a fair deal.
“I can. You’re amazing. I told you that your book was phenomenal and knew you’d get published.”
“I didn’t,” I said quietly. “I didn’t think it would be good enough. I had my doubts, honestly. What happens if no one reads it? Or they do, and no one likes it?”
He shushed me and wrapped his arm around my waist, kissing the side of my neck. “Don’t think like that. That won’t happen. Your book will do well. I know it. You’re too talented for it not to. Let’s not think about what could happen in the future. Let’s stay in the now and celebrate.” His kisses on my neck turned into him licking the space and running his tongue up to my ear. I shivered and grabbed the back of his head, urging him on. He chuckled into my neck, bit me softly, then licked over the area to take away the sting. Moving his lips back to my ear, he whispered, “I want you on top of me, riding my dick so I can look into your eyes.” I shivered again, groaning at his words and the feeling of his breath across my ear.
There wasn’t enough room on the couch to do what he wanted me to, so I got up and held out my hand to him. He took it, and I lightly pulled, bringing him to his feet and us chest to chest. He grabbed my chin and brought his lips to mine, dragging his tongue along mine as his hard dick poked my stomach, announcing his arousal and need for me. I had to break the kiss because we needed lube, and I made a mental note to hide lube in various places around the house so we wouldn’t be confined to the bedroom.
After I led him to the bedroom, I pushed him gently on the bed, then reached into the bedside table to get a bottle of lube. It would be hard for him to prep me with one hand, so I had to do it myself.
I helped him take off his shirt and kissed along his chest, drawing a nipple into my mouth. He hissed and grabbed the back of my head, going wild from the feel of my tongue on him. I moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention before I made my way lower. I rolled my tongue through his abs, which were still prominent, even after weeks in a hospital bed. I nipped my teeth on them, causing him to shiver and my dick to twitch in my pants. Lowering myself to my knees in front of him, I made quick work of his pants and lowered them down to his ankles. I removed my shirt and pants before I ran my hand over his length, marveling at how beautiful it was. Long, thick, and hard for me.
I licked around his cockhead, swirling my tongue in his slit, then wrapped my lips around him, tasting his salty precum and moaning around his dick.
“God, that feels so good.” He urged me on.
I popped off his dick and tongued his balls, lapping at them and rolling them in my mouth one at a time. They were large and heavy against my tongue. While I lavished attention on his sac, I gently jacked him from base to tip. Moaning and thrusting up into my hand, he grabbed onto the sheets as I licked the underside of his shaft, placing open-mouthed kisses on him as I made my way back to the head of his dick.
When I took him back into my mouth this time, I took him to back to my throat, holding him inside, swirling my tongue around him all the while. Lucas began to thrust into my mouth, and I hollowed my cheeks, letting him fuck my mouth at a slow, even pace. I put lube on my fingers, still maintaining the suction I had on him, and slid a finger inside my hole, then a second, using them to stretch me as much as possible. It had been a while since we’d done this, and I didn’t want him to think he hurt me. I managed to get a third finger in, barely brushing my prostate. I fucked myself, bouncing on my fingers while he claimed my mouth. Before he lost control, I removed my mouth from him, pulled out my fingers, and grabbed the bottle of lube from the floor.
He was breathing deeply, seeming to struggle with not coming too quickly. I poured a generous amount of lube on his shaft, covering him and rubbing him to ensure it covered all of him. He gritted his teeth and grabbed my hand. “I think that’s enough. I’ll come before I get inside you if you keep that up.”
Dropping my hand, I prowled up his body and hovered over him. He inched back until he was in the middle of the bed, and I brought my lips down to his and kissed him gently. I rocked on his dick, thrusting it between my ass cheeks, causing friction on his cock. I leaned back and grabbed him, lining his dick up to my hole, then raised up and gradually lowered myself onto him. His eyes glazed over, pupils dilated with his mouth slightly open, trying to get air in and out. The burn was intense, but I didn’t stop lowering myself onto him. I had waited long enough to feel him inside of me again, and I wasn’t going to stop because of a little burn. It would start to feel better when he was in me fully.
When I was sitting on him, having taken all of him inside, I raised my knees, putting my feet flat on the bed. Then I began to move up and down slowly, so he could see everything. His eyes were glued to where we met, his gaze hungry. My cock bounced gently up and down, slapping against my stomach. I threw my head back and moaned, but his voice snapped my head back down. “Look at me. I want to see you.”
So I did. I looked at him the whole time, even though it was hard to keep my eyes open. He felt so good. He met me thrust for thrust, his cock stroking my prostate. I palmed my dick, rubbing at the same pace as our thrusts. His hand found my hip and squeezed hard enough to leave bruises. I fucking loved it.
“Shit, baby,” I groaned out. “You feel so good. I missed you. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you… too.” He struggled to get his words out and grunted as I started moving faster, wanting to—needingto—come. I moved my hand faster and faster, a blur as I came closer to my release. I felt the familiar tingling sensation over my body and knew my orgasm was close. Unable to keep eye contact, I threw my head back and came on a shout. My release coated his stomach and my hand, seeming to go on for an eternity. I dropped my knees to the bed but didn’t stop grinding on his dick.
