Destined To Fall by Bester, Tamsyn (7)

Chapter 7
~ Cassey ~

Kyler opens the door to the new apartment I will hopefully be moving into in a weeks time, and I ponder my decision to stay with him until its ready. It really is crazy. But what other choice do I have? Jarred and Quinn have just moved in together, and the last thing I want is to crowd them. And I really can’t afford to stay at a hotel for a week.
“So, this is it,” Kyler says. His hand rests on my lower back, but I try not to allow it to affect me. It’s proving to be very distracting, especially when I can feel the heat radiating from his fingers.
“It’s beautiful,” I reply. And it is. Taking a step further into the open space, I immediately fall in love with the openness and the light that comes through to huge windows.
There’s no furniture, but I can fill it up a few pieces at a time until it’s a home. My home.
“It comes fully furnished, so by the time you move in, it’ll all be here,” Kyler says, as if reading my thoughts.
“I’m not sure I can afford the rent on a place like this,” I remark, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“You can look at the lease agreement, and then decide. If you can’t afford it, I’ll help you find another place.”
“Even so, I doubt it will fall into my price range. But I appreciate you helping me,” I pause. “Although, I have no idea why you’re doing it if not to get into my panties.”
Kyler’s mouth twists into a sinful smile and walks over to where to I’m standing.
“You know I want into your panties, Cass, but I’m doing this to be nice. Guys are capable of being nice without ulterior motives.”
“Do you have ulterior motives, Kyler?” I ask, looking into his vivid blue eyes. “You’ll have to wait to find out,” he answers flirtatiously.
I roll my eyes. What have I gotten myself into?

∞

“You’re doing what?” Quinn’s shrill voice pierces my ears and I hold my phone a little further away.
“Quinn, don’t make a big deal about this. It’s only for a week.” “Still! You’re moving in with Kyler for a week???”
I sigh, taking a look around Kyler’s spacious loft apartment. I moved in this morning, after Kyler gave me the day off to get settled. Now I just have to survive the next few days until my new place is ready. After looking at the lease agreement, it turns out that I can afford it.
I have a suspicion that Kyler somehow made that possible, but I’m in no position to say no right now. I’m already in a corner. “I have no other option,” I reply, feeling like a child who has been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
“You could’ve stayed here?”
“No! You and Jarred have just gotten settled, and I don’t feel like crashing on a couch for a week, Quinn.”
I hear her exhale on the other side of the phone. “So how is it going to work then, Cass?”
“I’ll be here until Sunday, and then Kyler will help me move into my new place.”
“And how do you know he’s not just doing this to screw you?” “Would that be a problem?”
“Ugh,” Quinn huffs in frustration. “I hate it when you answer my questions with a question.”
“I know,” I chuckle.
“Are you sure there’s no other option?”
It’s my turn to sigh. “I wish there was - ”
“Liar,” Quinn retorts, her voice thick with amusement.
“Okay, maybe I’m a little excited, but it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it. He’s still my boss.”
“Yeah, Miss Broken Record, I heard you first hundred ties you used that excuse, but I want you to do something for me, Cass, and something for yourself too, okay?”
“What?” I ask.
Quinn hesitates for a second, and then replies, “Just let go, and give yourself the chance to have some fun. Forget about the complications, even if it’s just one night. Just make sure Kyler wraps it before he taps it, I’m too young to be a Godmother.”
“Quinn!” I admonish. “What makes you think anything will happen tonight?”
“Oh it will, and you will tell me every single orgasmic detail tomorrow at lunch.”
“You are ridiculous,” I say.
“And you my friend are finally getting laid. I’d bet my salary on it.” “Again, Quinn, you’re ridiculous, and I need to make dinner.”
She gasps. “You see, it always starts with dinner! God, I’m more excited for Kyler to clean out the cobwebs between those gorgeous legs of yours than you are. Which reminds me, I hope you waxed, no man likes bush diving in the Amazon jungle, sweetie.”
“Oh my God, you’re gross, and I’m hanging up now!”
Quinn squeals for some reason and I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “Okay,” she chimes. “Have fun and I hope you get no sleep tonight! Love you sis! Bye!”
“Love you too. Bye!”
I put my phone down on the counter, laughing at my best friend. She’s definitely the crazier one out of the two of us. Kyler’s going to be home late - that sounds weird, he’ll be home - so I put the lasagna in the oven on a low heat, setting the timer for ninety minutes, and decide to finish unpacking my things in the guest bedroom.

I wrap the silky bathrobe Kyler bought me around my still damp body and comb out my hair. I have no idea why Kyler bought it, or the luxurious Vanilla and Jasmine bath products, but he did, and it surprised me. It made me feel…taken care of. Something I’ve never felt before. Then again, when it comes to Kyler, I’m constantly in unchartered territory. I check the clock next to the end and it reads ten thirty p.m. I’m tired, so I make my way into the kitchen for a glass of water. I stand in front of the windows that overlook the city and marvel at the lights.
When I hear the front door open, and shut, I jump a little, spinning around to find Kyler standing just inside the apartment.
The air between us shifts, and I notice the way his eyes slide down my body, watching me.
“Hey.” My voice is soft, but hoarse. I return his heated gaze and lick my suddenly parched mouth. He looks dangerously sexy in his black suit, and grey shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, showing some of the smooth skin of his chest.
“Hi,” he replies. The sound of his shoes on the hardwood floors echo through the space, and my heart rate increases as he slowly stalks towards me. “How was your day?” I ask. I hear the tremble in my throat.
“Good. Did you get settled in okay?”
I fiddle with my fingers, my body suddenly humming with nervous energy. “Yes, thank you.”
He nods once, looking around the kitchen. “Did you make dinner?” he asks, the surprise in his voice clear.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I thought you’d be hungry when you got home, so I made lasagna.”
Kyler opens the oven and I hear him sniff audibly. “Hmmm, smells good. Did you speak to my Mom?”
“No, why?”
“Because lasagna is my favorite.”
“It is?”
He chuckles. “Yeah. My Mom made it for me all time when I was a kid. I haven’t had home made lasagna in…God I can’t even remember when.” I brush past him, and take two plates out of the cupboards for each of us. “Can I pour you some wine?” Kyler asks, taking a bottle of red wine out the fridge.
“Sure,” I reply.
I take the food out the oven and put some on a plate for Kyler, and then for myself. I set them down and take a seat at the breakfast bar. He joins me, placing my glass in front of me. He settles into his seat, and takes the first bite. I’m about to do the same when I catch a glimpse of the way his lips wrap around the fork, and slide over it as he pulls it out. His jaw works, chewing, and then his throat constricts as he swallows. His Adams apple bobs up and down, and I find myself being turned on by the simple act of Kyler eating my food. “Hmmm….”He groans.“It’s almost better than my Mom’s…Just don’t tell her I said that.”
I giggle, relaxing. “Your secret is safe with me.”
We eat in comfortable silence, and when we’re done, I clear our plates and pack the dishwasher.
Kyler’s voice breaks into the quiet. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” I reply, turning to face him.
“What’s the deal with you and my parents?”
His question takes me a little of guard, but I answer him honestly. “After my first week at Knight Media, your Dad made a joke and said I need to get more meat on my bones, and a week later your Mom invited me for Sunday lunch. I didn’t think it would happen again, since your Dad was my boss, but for some reason, your parents made it a regular thing. They’ve been stuck with me ever since.” I think back to the first time I had lunch with Richard and Estelle, and how amazing it felt to spend time with them, to feel a sense of family. “What about your parents?” Kyler asks. It’s an innocent question, and it’s normal for him to be curious. But it doesn’t make talking about my good-fornothing parents.
“They’re not in the picture,” I reply, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. I don’t want him to know where I come from.
“So,” I continue, “How does it feel to be taking over from your Dad?” It’s a half-hearted attempt to change the topic. My parents aren’t worth talking about.
Kyler’s mouth lifts into a lopsided grin, taking my cue, and stops in front of me. The warmth from his body hits me and I shiver, hoping to God my pebbled nipples aren’t too visible. Kyler’s hand reaches for my neck, his finger brushing over my pulse. There’s no doubt he can feel my heart racing. Stupid, disloyal organ. “I have no desire to talk about work,” he replies. His hand trails lower, and he rubs my nipple with the pad of his thumb. I suck in a breath when his touch resonates with every part of my body and causes moisture to pool between my legs. I’m about to question my decision to forgo panties, when his other hand pulls the bow at my waist and the flimsy material of my robe falls open. I’m naked beneath it, and Kyler’s eyes dip, searing my naked flesh. “W-w-what are you doing?” I stutter. I should stop him, but I’d be lying if I said I want him to stop.
“I’m trying to convince myself this is a bad idea.”
“It is.”
“Maybe so, but how can something that looks so good be so bad?” My response gets stuck in my throat when Kyler lifts his hands to my shoulders and slips the robe off my shoulders until it’s pooled at my feet. I’m completely naked, and my cheeks flush but I don’t break eye contact. I’m too riveted, and turned on, by the look on Kyler’s face.
“Tell me what I have to do,” Kyler continues. “To get you in my bed and beneath me.”
I only think about it for a split second, when Quinn’s words from earlier float through my lust-filled haze. Forget about the complications, even if it’s just one night.

With those final words in my head, I reply, “Take me.”
Kyler lowers his head, until our mouths are inches apart. His hot breath washes over my face. “Tell me you want this,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Kyler smiles, “Good girl.”
He seals my mouth with his, opening it with his tongue. As his mouth seduces me, his hands cup my breasts, and they weigh heavy in his hands. I moan, leaning into him. My body ignites, the feel of Kyler’s hard body pressed against mine fanning the flame. He cups my butt, his hands slipping further down to lift me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge beneath the zipper of his slacks, and I rub myself against him.
I make a strangled sound, but it’s muffled and swallowed by Kyler’s mouth. He starts walking us down the hall, never breaking contact, and I thread my hands through the silky chocolate strands of his hair, pulling and tugging. Kyler steps into his bedroom and lays me down on his King size bed. I start unbuttoning his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, tracing my fingers over every sinewy curve of the muscles in his back. He pulls back, and throws his shirt onto the floor. When he brings his eyes back to mine, they shine and overflow with lust, and desire, and in this moment, I feel it too. All of it. I reach down and unbuckle Kyler’s belt, and unzip his slacks. He kicks them off and I open my legs to accommodate his waist as he settles on top of me. He kisses me, murmuring words like “beautiful” and “sexy” against my lips, making me smile. His erection presses against me, and he feels…big.
Slipping his hand between us, his fingers slide between the slick folds of my cleft and my hips buck. “Ohhh,” I moan.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod. “Kyler…” my words disappear when Kyler moves lower.
“Ssshh,” he coos. “I’ll make you feel good.”
His head hovers between my legs, and I lift onto my elbows so that I can see him. He has that wolfish grin on his face and the image takes me back to my dream.
Even though he can’t see me, save for the soft moonlight filtering through his windows, I feel the blush rising in my cheeks. “You look gorgeous,” Kyler says, his breath caressing the tender flesh of my pussy.“Smooth as a Georgia peach.” He pushes a finger into my drenched entrance, and I throw my head back, exhaling quickly through my nose.
“Look at me,” Kyler commands, and I listen, whipping my head up immediately. “I want you to watch.”
His mouth descends, pressing a light feathery kiss just above my clit, and then licks, upwards from my entrance. I whimper, grabbing hold of his hair, and pushing him down.
“Oh God… please.”
He chuckles and starts moving his finger in and out. “So snug,” he says. “So delicious.”
Another finger presses into me as Kyler lifts my legs around his neck so that my heels rest on his shoulder blades. Without looking away, his fingers push in and out, slowly, methodically, and his tongue strokes my clit. He sucks the little nub into his mouth and I cry out, barely able to hold myself up. My hips start moving and I ride his fingers and his mouth, murmuring incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Kyler hums and twists his fingers, pressing my g-spot over and over until my toes curl and my body starts shaking.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh fuck…”
My orgasm rips through me, erupting low in my belly and into Kyler’s mouth. I shake, and writhe, gripping Kyler’s head between my thighs. He moves them back down on the bed and sits up to remove his boxer briefs.
He crawls over me, pressing a kiss to my mouth so than I can taste my arousal on his lips. The salty sweet relish is a heady aphrodisiac. I hear the bedside drawer open, and close, and the sound of a foil wrapper. When I manage to open my heavy eyes, I see Kyler’s hard cock, fully erect and ready. And bigger than I expected. He slides the condom down, and rubs the lush head of his erection over my clit before positioning it at my center.
I grip the sheets as he slowly enters me, and pinch my eyes closed. He pushes in a little further, and then stops, giving me a moment to adjust. “Fuck, Cass, you’re tight. Relax your muscles baby.”
I take a deep breath and let my legs fall to the side. Kyler rests on his forearms on either side of my head, and inches into me the rest of the way. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m good.” I’m actually more than good. Despite the tight fit, my body willingly and readily clutches his generous girth and welcomes him. Kyler’s wolfish grin returns. “I’m about to make it a whole lot better.”
I feel him slide out and then thrust back in. He starts off slow but then increases his pace, circling his hips.
“Mmmm,” I moan, feeling a new orgasm building low in my belly. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Kyler breathes out harshly. He moves and presses my knees to my chest, hitting a deeper spot inside me.
“Ahh,” I cry out, arching my back. My sounds seem to encourage Kyler, and his thrusts intensify. My breasts move with every vigorous plunge and I squeeze them, pinching my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Our skin is damp and sticky with sweat, and it makes the distinct smell of sex cloaks us. It only serves to increase my lust, driving me closer to a higher peak. “Shit, that’s sexy.” Kyler’s words come out in a rush, and I watch the sweat forming on his forehead. I want him closer, so I move my hands behind his back and pull him down. Our joint moans, and muffled words swirl around us, until it’s replaced by the sound of Kyler’s body slapping against mine in all the right places.
“I’m close,”he says, kissing me hard and rough, nipping at my mouth, my neck, and the spot just above my breasts. I dig my nails into his tight butt and meet his hips thrust for powerful thrust.
“Kyler, I’m going to…” I suck in a breath. “Ahhhhhh…”
“Fuuuuuuck.”
A second orgasm coils in my belly and explodes between mine and Kyler’s bodies.
I hold onto Kyler for dear life, and revel in the feel him pulsating inside me as my muscles clench around him. After what feels like forever, Kyler’s eyes open and he looks down at me, pressing our foreheads together.
“Holy shit,” he says with a lazy smile.
Holy shit is right. But now it’s over, and I don’t know what to do. He rolls over, and I immediately feel his absence between my legs. There’s no way I won’t be sore in the morning. His cock is bigger than what I’ve ever had before, and after not having sex for a year, I’m a little out of shape. I catch my breath while Kyler climbs out of his bed to discard the condom. When he comes back, he surprises me and places a warm washcloth between my legs. He cleans me before I can protest, and after one last trip to the bathroom, he settles into bed next to me. What do I do now? Do I get up and leave or do I stay? My internal dialogue is halted when I feel Kyler’s arm wrap around my waist, and he tugs me to him, my back to his front. He kisses my naked shoulder. When his breathing evens out, and I’m sure he’s asleep, I wriggle free, careful not to stir him, and leave his bed. Admittedly, mine is much colder than his, but sleeping with him, after the amazing sex we just had, would complicate this. I promised myself one night, and staying in his bed would only make it harder in the morning.

~ Kyler ~

The alarm next to my bed screams, and I silence it before checking the time on my phone. Seven a.m. I roll over, expecting Cassey to be there. But instead find the other side of my bed empty and cold. Her scent lingers, and I feel slightly disappointed that she’s already gone. A morning quickie would’ve been a great way to start my day.
I take a quick shower, and get dressed for work, stopping outside the guest bedroom on my way to the kitchen. It’s empty, and the bed is made, causing my brows to furrow. My apartment is quiet, no sign of Cassey anywhere. After arriving at the office, I have my assistant, Nikola, hold my calls and I take the elevator down the few floors to Cassey’s office. Her door is open, and I hear her talking. She must be in a meeting. Listening to her voice, and her words, it’s obvious that she’s not only confident, but intelligent too. I’ve never thought intelligence as an attractive quality, but it looks fucking good on Cassey.
I walk in, seeing the guys from our IT department sitting in her office. “Okay, guys, that’s it for today. We’ll pick it up again tomorrow, and start working on creating algorithms for the self-publishing platform.” I clear my throat, and everyone’s heads turn in my direction.
“Mr. Knight,” Cassey greets. I hate it when she’s so formal. A mask slips over her face as she regards me. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“We need to talk,” I reply, watching the IT guys.
They start fumbling, and all greet me on their way out. Good. My ego jumps up and down because I visibly intimidate them. I dismiss them, and close Cassey’s door.
“Is there a problem?” she asks deadpan. Her hands start fiddling with papers on her desk and she avoids looking at me. I marvel at how gorgeous she looks, in her tight black skirt and red button up shirt, with her long, brown hair hanging in curls to the center of her back.
“Yes. I woke up alone.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Knight, but if you don’t have something urgent to discuss with me, I have important work to get back to.”
What the fuck? What happened to the woman from last night? “Well, Ms. Emerson,” I grind out. “It is urgent. You weren’t in my bed when I woke up this morning, and it’s a problem.”
She sighs, and spins to face me. “You got what you wanted, Kyler. You fucked me, and that was that. I’m making this easy for you, and for me, since I’ll be staying with you for the rest of this week. I’m saving you the trouble of having to tell me it won’t happen again, and I’m saving myself the humiliation of having any expectations beyond what we had last night.”
My brows furrow. She sounds like a fucking guy. “So last night was a one time thing for you?” I ask, puzzled.
“Wasn’t it for you?” she retorts, her voice cold.
This version of Cassey isn’t working for me. We’ll have to fix that. I step closer to her and cage her in against her desk, with her back to me. Her body tenses as I lean my mouth close to her ear.
“If you think one night is all we’ll have, you are horribly mistaken.” I feel her shiver, and knowing how easily I can get her body to respond to me makes me grin. She can’t escape the physical connection that sparks to life between us whenever we’re in the same room, a connection that was amplified last night.
“I don’t understand what you want,” Cassey says quietly.
I press my hips into her butt, her heels making her a little taller. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“I’m not a fuck buddy, Kyler.”
“And I’ve never said you are,” I reply.
“Then tell me what you want, what this is, so that I can get on the same page. Because right now I feel like last night was a meaningless fuck and quite honestly, the feeling sucks.”
I think about my next words, and phrasing them correctly so that there will be no mixed messages. I’ve always been very clear about what I want, and my pursuit of those things. Cassey is no different, but I won’t do this if it’s not something she feels she could want too. Granted, I will be disappointed, but I would never force her, or any other woman, to do anything they don’t willingly want to do.
“We’re two people, in a casual, sexual relationship who happen to work together. I don’t have the time to date, or the impulse to date, for that matter. But I want you, and I want you to want the same thing. If you don’t, I’ll respect it.” Cassey’s silent, but I can hear her thinking this through. I take the chance and lift my hands to her hips, sliding them up to cup her tits.
“Kyler,” she sighs, leaning back to rest her head on my shoulder. “We’re at work.”
“And I’m the boss,” I reply quickly. “Besides, I need to convince you that this is what you want, what your body wants.”
“How do you know what my body wants?”
I brush my lips over Cassey’s pulse and murmur, “Let me show you.” I slowly trail my hands down Cassey’s sides, grasping the hem of her skirt and lifting it up to reveal a red lace thong. “Oh Cass,” I breathe against her neck. “Lace is so sexy on you.”
One hand grips her hips, while the other slips into the front of her underwear. I cup her pussy, feeling the heat, and moisture pooling against my hand. My cock hardens and I rub it against the hollow of Cassey’s back.
“We can’t -” Cassey’s words are cut off my fingers brush against her clit and start rubbing in circles. Her hips move forward and she moans softly, her breaths coming in short pants.
I push one finger into her wet pussy and then another, when her hand comes down to rest on mine. I think she’s going to stop me, but then she presses my fingers deeper, riding both our hands.
“Yes,” Cassey breathes harshly.
I quicken my fingers until her pussy clenches and tightens as she comes. When her shaking stops, I right her thong and pull her skirt down. “Now tell me you don’t want this,” I say.
Cassey spins around to face me, still in my arms.
“That was coercion, Mr. Knight,” she replies, trying to smile.
“There’s more where that came from,” I pause. “But I’ll let you think on it, and we can talk later.”
“Okay,” she nods. She places a chaste kiss on my cheek, and walks out of her office quickly, ducking her head.
Considering she just had an orgasm, she looks pretty upset. So that begs the question: What the fuck did I do wrong?