Page 13 of The Agreement


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"Take…what?" She swallows.

The scent of fear spools off her skin, combined with the sweet, sugary notes of her arousal.

"You like being at my mercy, don’t you?"

"N-no." A trembling grips her.

"Still a little liar, aren’t you?" I shove two fingers inside her sopping wet channel, and she gasps.

"Cade, stop. Don’t, please, oh—" she moans. I’ve added another finger inside her and begun to work them in and out. In and out. Every time I sink my fingers into her, her entire body jolts. Her breathing intensifies, she tries to squeeze her thighs together, and I click my tongue.

"Keep your legs wide," I order.

She obeys.

A fierce satisfaction grips my chest.

"What a willing little slut you are. A whore who can’t wait to open her legs for me."

A moan bleeds from her lips. She digs her fingernails into the leather of the seat and pushes her butt up and out, so my fingers sink deeper inside her. Moisture drips out from between her legs and down my fingers.

A growl springs up my chest. "Fucking hell, you’re dripping all over my hand. You’re going to make a mess, aren’t you, Sparrow? So, when we walk out here, everyone is going to smell your cum on me. Everyone is going to know you’ve spread yourself open for me, isn’t that right?"

She groans.

I speed up the intensity of my ministrations, and a quivering sweeps up her calves, her thighs, gripping her core so she clamps down on my fingers. She’s close, so close. I curve my fingers inside her, and a low, keening cry emerges from her lips. I pull my hand back, then slide my fingers to her mouth.

"Open."

She blinks, then parts her lips.

"Clean me off."

She coils her tongue around my fingertips.

"Guess there’s hope for you." I lean back in my seat, pull out my phone and begin to check my messages.

For a few seconds, she stays sprawled across my lap. Then she turns to peer up at me. "Wh-what are you doing?" she whimpers.

"Checking my emails."

"B-but… I didn’t come."

I yawn. "Not my problem.”

"But… Cade… I… You—"

My phone buzzes, and I hold up my hand in her direction before answering it. "Hello?"

"King!" my agent’s exuberant voice comes across the line. Rod Millet’s a slimy motherfucker. Which is why I keep him on. He gets me the best sponsorship deals and consistently overdelivers on my revenue goals for the year. So maybe he’s not the most ethical person in the business, but then, which agent is, hmm?

"You have news for me?" I snap.

She tries to slide off my lap, and I glare at her. She pales. I place the phone on speaker, drop it on the seat next to me, then slide my hand between her thighs again.

She stiffens, then hisses, "What are you—"

"Hush, stay quiet now. I need to take this call."

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