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I honestly hadn't expected anything else. I’m not naïve enough to think my boss has feelings for me. This is lust-fuelled. “I get to keep my job,” I dictate. I’m not asking. If he doesn't agree, he doesn't get me.
“You keep your job,” he confirms. Wide hands cup my face. “For the record, I don’t plan on being gentle. I’ve wanted you for too long to go slowly.” His thumb tilts my head so I’m meeting his gaze head-on. Was I expecting gentle? Nope. Never. Cain does not strike me as the kind of man who smothers with flowers and kisses. He’s aloof and cold at times. A little high and mighty. He plays dirty, and I bet he fucks dirty, too. “Last chance to run for the hills.” His voice drops to a rough caress, and I lick my lips for the kiss I know is coming. I give a simple shake of my head. When he closes the space, I tilt my head, my neck rolling back to cup the roof of the vehicle, his fingers thread with my own, and then he is lifting them and pressing them flat into the cold metal. He pushes his legs between mine and folds himself above me. Every inch of him is hard. From his wide chest emanating heat, heat that wraps me up and fights against the icy material at my back, to his thick cock pressing hard into the apex of my thighs, bruising and big.
“Cain—” I’m breathless. My heart is dancing an unknown beat, and when he grinds me into his car, I gasp, but the wind chases it away. Lowering his head, he bites my jawline hard, and I whimper. His tongue softens the blow. He teases the tip along my jaw and back down to nip at my mouth. I turn into his touch, and his lips crush mine in a low growl. His tongue sweeps into the depths of my mouth, and his hip grinds roughly. My moan is met by a harsh hiss of his own. He kisses me senseless. It’s long and hard, and I’m panting by the time he lets us come up for air. His hands trace down my arms and lower still until they are running down my breasts and to the seam of my dress. His hooded eyes watch me with intense need. Fisting the material, he pulls it up over my hips, leaving it to bunch on my waist, and the cool air swirls like a thousand kisses, easing the heat pulsing between us. Panting, I watch in silent anticipation as he disappears before me and crouches down. His warm breath fans along my thigh, light kisses feather my skin, and he nips and sucks hard on my inner thigh. I buckle, and he plants a firm hand to my waist, keeping me upright. His nose dives into the soaked material between my legs, inhaling deeply, his fingertips bruising my flesh as he holds me still. A hand glides over my legs, and then he is sliding my sodden knickers aside.
“Is this for me, pretty girl?” A wide finger slides between my slippery folds, not deep enough to breach but enough to have me choking out a plea. My chest is flaying, and I whimper as he circles my slit in torturous strokes. He flips me suddenly, and I yelp and slap my palms flat to the roof, holding myself still. He cups me from behind. His hand dances back along my opening, causing my fingers to curl into fists, my ass arching to allow him better access. “So eager, so wet.”
“I need more.”
His finger drives deep inside, my walls gripping hard and holding him still. “Fuck, Lauren,” Cain rasps. His finger works in and out—his teeth a rough bite on my neck. “I’m going to fuck you here if I keep touching you.” He slips his finger free, and I whimper. He kisses my shoulder and covers me with my damp panties.
“Get in.” He opens the door, and I slide in and blink up at him. Raising my hips, I tug at my dress. He grips my hand. “Tell me to be a gentleman and take you home!” He is panting roughly. His hand vibrating against my own.
My answer is to pull his hand between my legs and whimper when he massages my clit. “Don’t you dare take me home.” I writhe and clutch at his wrist as liquid heat pools in my pants—my skin feels alive. His palm flattens, and he ducks into the car and grips my cheeks fiercely, dragging my face to meet his. My head knocks back as waves of pleasure crash across my skin, the electric heat reacting to the dampness in my core. He keeps my eyes on his as I come against the heel of his hand—a sharp but sweet cry swirling between us.
“So many bad things, Lauren,” he growls, slamming his mouth to mine.
Chapter16
Lauren
Twenty minutes later, we are travelling in an elevator. Cain pinches my chin lightly. “I’m looking forward to getting you out of that dress,” he remarks as the lift slows to a stop. “I can smell your pretty little pussy on my fingers.”
After being subjected to his cold shoulder, I wasn’t expecting this heat or how dirty his mouth is.
We step out, and I eye the corridor, feeling foolishly brazen with all the alcohol in my system. He leads the way, and I begin to unzip my dress as I follow him up the hall. I want to shock him. I want to be remembered after this night. Not just some woman he has added to his no doubt already overflowing entourage. I want to be the woman that he thinks of as he walks these walls. Cain stops at the only door at the end of the hall, and as he does, I step out of my dress and hold it up so it hangs limply from my finger. The door clicks, and he turns to invite me in, but his eyes pop open. “Surprise.” I smirk.
He snatches the dress and yanks me inside. “I wanted to do that.”
“Oops.” I roll my lips, trying not to giggle at how annoyed he looks. Annoyed and aroused. My response irks him further. Too entertained by his disapproval, I run my hands up his chest and purr, “I can slip it back on?” His fingers feather up my back.
“No need,” he rumbles. “But you can take these and put them in the bowl in the kitchen.” He holds out his keys for me to take. Confused, I lift my brow and allow him to drop them in my open palm. I spin on my heel and begin to strut down the hall, perplexed by his sudden change. “On your knees.” His deep voice rolls out the order. I falter in my steps and look back with my mouth open. “Having second thoughts?” he says, shrugging out of his jacket, and I suck in a deep breath. We stare at one another for a moment, Cain adjusting his cufflinks and me gripping his keys hard enough to break skin. “I want you on your knees. You wanted me to see your body. Well, this is how I want to see it.” And with that, his eyes drop to the floor. “Crawl.” Heat blooms over my skin right from my toes up to my scalp. I should feel humiliated by his request. It’s demeaning, but seeing the glitter in his stare, I find myself lowering until I’m on all fours.
His jaw clenches, and my sex reciprocates. “We’ve come full circle, pretty girl. This is how we first met,” he murmurs, watching me closely. Realisation flashes, and I bite my lip. I was, in fact, on my knees when I met him. “Don’t keep me waiting.” He nods down the hall, and slowly, I begin my crawl. The silky, smooth floor glides beneath my knees, and I grip the keys tightly to stop them from scratching the surface. I want to look back, but there is no need. I can hear the tread of heavy footsteps behind me. My stomach clenches, and my heart does a weird stutter. “You’re stunning, Lauren. You were then,” he admits roughly. Ugh, God, stop talking. I’m hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. In fact, if I get any wetter, I’ll be sliding over this damn floor. I reach the kitchen and look up for the bowl. Shoes step into my vision, and I crane my neck to find Cain bursting with satisfaction down at me. “Keys please?” He holds out his hand, and I raise mine to hand them over, but he takes my arm and hauls me to my feet. I gasp and grip hold of his shirt. His hand delves into my hair, tugging forcefully. “I could see your plump pussy between your gorgeous cheeks.”
“Cain.” I pant.
He takes his time, giving me a lengthy once-over. “I’m wondering which part of you I want to taste first.” He reaches around to unclip my bra and slowly drags it down my arms, his eyes greedily taking in my pebble-dusted flesh and rosy nipples. He cups my breasts, his thumbs rolling over the sensitive beads. My head lolls back. “Any preference at all?” he muses and deposits me on the kitchen island. I arch away from the stinging cold burn and into him. “Perhaps you want me here?” His hand slides up my inner thigh until his thumb is running up my thong, over my clit.
“Oh.” Yes, I want him there. Cain tugs me to the edge of the counter, and I squirm, knowing what is coming. Wide palms slide up my thighs and prise them apart. His cobalt blue eyes are darker than a stormy sea and just as turbulent when his gaze zeroes in on the damp patch. “Fuck, Lauren.” His whisper-soft groan sends tiny sparks of heat to lick across my skin, and his fingers ignite them further when he presses them harshly into my skin.
“Perfect.” He trails his gaze down my body and drops a finger on my collarbone. “Such delicate skin. I already know you blemish easily.” His eyes flick to mine, gauging my response. I moan, and my head dips back as his fingers run down my chest and between my breasts. “I can smell how wet you are for me.” I arch and moan. I want his mouth on me now.
“Cain, please.” I try to move and capture his mouth. I need contact and the heady sensation that accompanies kissing this man. Every time I close the distance, he retracts, and as soon as I move away, he leans in, taunting me. Dammit! “Kiss me,” I whine. I’m not above begging. I will beg this man until I’m crying.
His fingers keep moving their way down my body. He circles my navel, and as soon as his fingertip runs along the seam of my thong, I shiver. With a growl, Cain slams his mouth to mine and kisses me passionately. His hand dips below the surface, and my eyes snap open to find him watching me vividly. He’s so close, but not quite there. I spread my legs, encouraging him. “Tut, tut.” He hums and withdraws his hand.
“No!”
Cain spins me quickly, and I scream out, fearing I will fall, but he flattens me to the surface and lifts one leg as teeth sink into my thigh, and I buck, crying out. As soon as the sting is there, it’s gone. His tongue makes a languid sweep, softening the bite, swallowing the throb of pain.
“I’ve been looking forward to fucking you. In fact, I have wanted nothing more than to fuck you since you walked into that damn door. On both knees, pretty girl.” He massages my bottom and coaxes me onto my knees on top of the counter. Panting, I press my face into the cool island. My knickers snap, and cool air rolls over my heated skin as goosebumps tidal wave over my body. His groan is pure satisfaction. Thumbs sweep along my seam, parting my lips. “You’re weeping.” And then his mouth is there, and his tongue spears deeply.
“Oh god!” I sob when Cain presses his face forcefully between my legs. His tongue and teeth ravage me, licking and sucking until my limbs tremble, and I beg for more. A heavy arm splays over my lower back, tilting my arse into a higher position and opening me wider to the assault of his tongue.
“You’re so swollen, so fucking wet.”
“I’m going to come,” I gasp, shaking as his tongue and mouth slide all over my lips. “There. Oh god, there,” I cry. I need more. “Cain!”
