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“Mia,” He motions for me to give him the broom. “Don’t make me…”
“What?” I tempt him, a gleam in my eye.
He quirks his lips and lifts his chin to me. “You’re being bad,” he says with a smirk.
“Bad girls have more fun,” I reply and wink at him.
He beckons me with a smile, and when I lean in to kiss him, he snatches the broom from me. “Hey!” I shout angrily, upset that he tricked me. I can’t help but laugh at the same time as he gathers me to him because I know I will get what I want. Blood pumps from my heart traveling to other parts of my body, making me thrum and ache for him.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I feel his smile against my lips. The stubble on his jaw rubs against my cheek, and I like the way he looks with a rugged jaw and chin.
“What do you mean?” I whisper innocently while my hand travels down his hard chest and grips his growing cock over his jeans. Heat blooms deep in my belly at the knowledge that I affect him. There is a certain power in knowing how much he wants me, and although I let him take control, we both know who’s really in charge.
He chuckles against my mouth and captures my lips with his, dipping his tongue in and out seductively. I kiss him back, strong and demanding, my hands roaming under his shirt to the hard contours of his back. I can feel his muscles flex under my touch.
“Care to leave the cleanup for tomorrow and check out the manager’s loft upstairs?” I coax him, because I can’t wait until we get home. I need him now.
“The owner might catch us,” Cash smirks and raises an eyebrow.
“If he does, I can ask him if he wants to join in.” There’s a tick in his jaw as I peer at him through dark lashes.
“I don’t like to share,” Cash says darkly, further igniting the need within me.
I press my belly against him, still flat and unassuming, but in time that will change. “I think you’re going to have to get used to sharing,” I say ominously.
Cash laughs, moving his hand from my waist to cup my ass, pulling me further into him. I lift my leg to wrap around him and feel his erection against me. It’s enough to push me closer to the edge. “You’re still all mine for now.”
He pulls me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. His tall, strong body carries me up the stairs as I pepper his neck with kisses, teasing him with my tongue.
He sets me down on the large wooden desk the previous owner left behind. The loft was previously used as an office, but Cash wants to turn it into an apartment. We had planned on putting a mattress up here and getting a mini-fridge so that Cash had somewhere to sleep if he was too tired to make it home after closing up, but we haven’t had time.
Sometimes all it takes is a look from him and I feel the ripple of desire grow stronger. Other times, my imagination goes to a place where his hands are on me, his fingers inside me, and his tongue gently opening me up.
He stands in front of me, his hands moving up my thighs under my dress and gripping my skin as he kisses me. My nipples pebble against my clothing and I press them to his chest, the friction causing a sweet sensation. His thumb glides over my panties, teasing and taunting me. I moan against him the pressure builds.
He moves slowly, caressing my thighs and kissing his way down my neck, but I need him now. I pull his belt free and work to unbutton his jeans. My hand wraps around his cock and I spread my legs farther apart, working to push my panties to the side so he can enter me when he pulls away.
“Someone’s in a hurry,” he says, and like a switch flipping, my body shuts off, lust replaced with anger.
“And you’re not?” I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
“I just…” he hesitates, and I push myself off the table, moving him out of my way.
“Wait, what’s the matter?” He grabs onto my arm before I can move past him.
“Don’t do me any favors,” I say as I glare at him, watching as his expression changes from worry to confusion.
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” he asks, offended. His grey eyes pierce me and I can’t help but still feel the overwhelming need for him to be inside me. I’m almost desperate, but my pride keeps me from pulling him to me.
I put my face in my hands, embarrassed and humiliated.
“Mia, talk to me.” He gently pulls me to him, moving my hands away from my face.
“It’s the fucking hormones,” I sob, feeling happy one moment and ready to cry the next. “One minute I’m sick and then I’m so fucking horny and then something you do annoys me,” I try to explain to him, but it comes out making me sound like I’m psychotic.
A smile spreads across Cash’s face, his dimples prominent. “I annoy you?”
“Don’t fucking laugh at me!” I yell, trying to pull away from him.
