Cash
It’s a good thing I had the foresight to buy condoms yesterday when I grabbed the tulips and dinner. The flowers are on their way to a sad death in my penthouse—a place of ghosts and lost hope and dreams—and the food is beyond saving, but the condoms…
Maybe part of me hoped I’d get one out of three, because I’ve got two tucked away in my wallet.
And I’ve got Jules waiting and willing on my desk, her brown eyes dark with lust, glinting with undiluted want. It still blows my mind that this incredible woman wants me, despite the heavy baggage chained to my feet, sinking me a few more meters each day.
“What’s the schedule look like this morning?” I follow the question with a teasing bite to her collarbone.
“No meetings until ten. We were supposed to work on the proposal for the Phoenix project until then.”
“I’d rather work on you.”
“I’d rather you work on me too, boss.”
I laugh at that, but then she obliterates all thought by unzipping my pants and wrapping her fingers around my cock. With long, steady strokes of her hand, she sends me out of my fucking mind. I’m held captive by the seduction in her warm, sable eyes. She plants a hand on the desk to support her weight, then she arches her spine and spreads her knees for me. I reach for the buttons of her blouse and undo them all the way to her navel, exposing her lace-covered tits.
Pink see-through lace to match the scant panties I know are soaked.
Fighting dirty, indeed. Two slits run vertical down the cup seams, allowing her nipples to poke through the lace. The cut of her lingerie is an erotic temptation my mouth can’t resist, and I dip my head and tease a nipple through the gap, tugging it between my teeth. She whimpers, and that throaty plea tempts me to bite and lick all her intimate places, marking them as mine.
“I need you inside me. Don’t make me beg.” She flexes her fingers around my erection, and with every desperate pant escaping her lips, her strokes quicken.
I’m tempted to make her beg, except we don’t have time. It would take hours to make her writhe and plead for my cock in a way that would satisfy me, and the things I want to do to her are far from your average office fuck.
I want to own her, body and soul.
“Maybe I should make you work for it,” I say, brushing my lips over the swell of her cleavage before leaving her other nipple damp and puckered in my wake.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“I let you come yesterday.”
“But you left me a hot mess last night.”
“Mmm,” I murmur against her throat. “I could do it again, and you’d have no choice but to go through the workday with this ache between your legs.” I leave that dangling in the air just to taunt her.
“Jesus, Cash. You are mean.”
“Don’t forget the jealous part. The two are exclusive.”
“Mmm, exclusive. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too.”
I remember how she clenched around my fingers yesterday as she came, and I know I won’t be able to drag this out much longer. I need to get inside her and find home again in the snugness of her pussy. It’s only been a few days, but it feels like forever.
My only regret is that there will be a latex barrier between us this time.
“I owe you an apology,” I breathe the words against her neck, trying to think straight despite the tight, warm friction of her fingers on me. She swipes her thumb over the wet crown of my cock, and I smother a groan in the crook of her shoulder.
“An apology for what?”
“I didn’t use a condom before.”
“You weren’t the only one in that bed. What’s done is done.”
“I realize that, but I need you to know that if something does come of it, I’ll be there, no matter what.”
She slides her palm along my cheek, and I can’t help but close my eyes at the warmth of her touch. “I already know that. You’re not the type to run from an unplanned pregnancy.” She pauses for a few seconds, nibbling on her lip. “I guess neither of us think straight when we’re together.”
“Not from the waist down, no.” I reach for my wallet and pull out one of the rubbers I stashed there last night. She commandeers the condom, tearing open the foil wrapper.
“I’ll get back on birth control.”
As she rolls the latex up my shaft, I suck in a breath. “I like how permanent that sounds.”
She smiles. “Me too.” With slow movements, she unknots the tie from around my neck, then unbuttons my shirt before roaming her hands over my chest. I’m sure she can feel how fast and hard my heart is pounding, and I want to find out if hers is a perfect match. It must be.
Because she’s the other half of me. The center of my soul. The north star in my sky. I think we both recognized it at first glance on that plane. It’s the reason I tossed my morals out the window to be with her—why I’ll continue to ignore what’s right and what’s wrong if it means one more touch.
One more glance.
One more chance to hear her voice, taste her kiss, experience the comforting blanket of her love.
Closing my eyes, I rest my head against hers and breathe her in. “I could spend the rest of my life loving you.”
“I could let you,” she whispers, and I let out a sigh as her fingers rake through my hair.
“Where the hell have you been hiding all my life?”
“In a tiny dot-on-the-map town in rural Oklahoma,” she deadpans.
I laugh. “God, the way you make me feel.” As I take her by the mouth, I sweep her panties to the side and position my cock, on the cusp of sliding home, and that’s when the phone on my desk shrills.
“Fuck,” I mutter, cursing the heavens.
Or hell.
I break away, my pulse thrumming in my ears, cock throbbing more than is bearable. “I’m sorry. I have to get that.”
“Ignore it.” She’s breathing hard, and we haven’t even started yet. I’m not going to lie—the fact that she’s so worked up is a stroke to my ego.
“I wish like hell I could, but I forwarded my calls and told Beth to ring me if it’s important.”
The reminder of reality is a chilly splash over the heat between us. With a sigh, she straightens and begins buttoning up her clothing.
I dispose of the condom then do the same.
And I know we’re both considering the possibility. The probability. There’s only one thing that’s important enough for Beth to interrupt the CEO of MontBlake during a do-not-disturb order.
Eyes locked on Jules, I lean past her and pick up the phone. “What is it, Beth?”
“It’s your wife, sir. They found her.”