Chapter 21

Cain

I rose from the desk, picked her up in my arms, and placed her on it instead.

Margot’s expression was still clouded, and god, I longed to clear it for her. She deserved so much better than this. She deserved better than a man who stole from her, who cheated and lied for his own personal gain.

And are you that man?

“This isn’t a good idea,” she whispered. “We’ve already gone too far, and I think you know it.” Her words articulated the doubts I held, but the decision was made. It came from my gut, and I’d never gone back on a decision in my life.

“Do you care if it’s a good idea or not when I do this?” I asked, and cupped her chin in my hands, held her like she’d dissolve and skitter away into nothingness. I kissed her lips.

She kissed me back, tentative at first. Finally, she opened up, and her tongue danced with mine, massaged, tasted. God, she drove me up the wall with her kisses.

They were fucking perfect.

Enough tongue, enough lips, not drowning or dying of thirst. When we spoke it was a battle, but when we kissed it was peace.

She tilted her head back, and I ravaged her, took every bit of her I could get. My lips traveled across her cheek to her ear, and I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, nipped it. “I don’t care whether we should do it or not,” I whispered. “We need to do it. You feel that too, Margot? You turn my world upside down.”

“Chaos,” she moaned.

“Trouble,” I growled and sucked on her ear again, breathing into it, one hand chasing down the front of her shirt. “I’m going to make you forget it all.”

“How?” She choked that out, caught between tears and desire.

“I’ll show you how you’re meant to be treated.” My dick was already stiff against my jeans, aching to be out and inside her.

“You can’t.”

“Can’t and Cain don’t mix,” I replied, and trailed kisses down her neck to the hollow that was my favorite spot. I suckled on it, then nuzzled it with my nose. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Cain, I can’t think when you do this. I can’t speak properly.” Margot’s palms slipped on the desk, and she jerked backward.

I caught her and held her upright, tugged on her Get Ink’d T-shirt. “This doesn’t belong here,” I said. “Lift your arms.”

She did as she was told, and I ripped the shirt up and over her head, then tossed it into the corner. It landed on top of the plant there, rustling the leaves. The only noise in the office apart from our heavy breathing.

The lacy cups of her bra lifted her tits ever so slightly. I reached around and unhooked it, threw that to the other side of the room.

Undressing Margot was deconstructing her. Taking down the walls she’d built up to keep out assholes.

Like you.

“Jeans next,” I said and unbuttoned hers, unzipped them, pulled them down, bending to kiss the tops of her thighs. She spread her legs and revealed the wet, white triangle of fabric between them. A thong, good Christ. I hooked my finger into the thin strap biting into her hip and pulled it to one side. “I want you in these every time we fuck.”

“Every time?”

“Every time. Every fucking time. Jesus Christ, I’m going to eat you out through them.” I let go of the strap and it thwacked against her skin.

She flinched and bit her lip.

“What are you doing?” I asked, and straightened, ran both thumbs over her bottom lip. “Don’t hold back, gorgeous. If you want to make a sound, make it. No one can hear us now, and even if they could… fuck, I want the whole world to know how good I make you feel.”

“I want to make you feel good too,” she said.

“How?” I grabbed my shirt by the scruff and tugged it off one-handed.

Margot sat forward on those peachy ass cheeks and wormed the tips of her fingers through the waistband of my jeans. She tugged on it.

“How, Margot?”

“I want to suck you,” she said.

“Suck my what?”

“Your cock. I want it in my mouth, and I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow it.”

Well, so much for holding back.

“That’s what you want?” I brushed that bottom lip again, watched her shiver.

“Yeah.”

“All right, you can have my cock in your mouth,” I said, “but you don’t get to taste my cum until I’ve been inside your pussy.”

Margot undid the top button of my jeans, then unzipped them. She pulled them down and they fell to the floor. I didn’t step out of them, just stood there and admired her as she did me.

She traced the lines of the V that led to the smattering of pubic hair right above my cock. It throbbed for her, precum dribbling from the opening.

“What are you waiting for?”

Margot slipped off the table and got on her knees in front of me, looked up, those blue eyes wide and so fucking trusting. Goddamn, this woman made me feel like a teenager again. I was already on the cusp of nutting for her.

She took hold of my dick at the base, and I drew in a sharp breath.

Margot dragged her tongue along the underside of my cock, right beneath the head at its most sensitive point. I thrust forward into her mouth, groaned. “Fuck me, that’s good.”

She moaned in response and set to work turning my cock into a slobbery mess. She was good, she was too fucking good. She spat in her palm and smoothed it down my shaft. She took me so deep I hit the back of her throat, and she slurped noisily while doing it. She licked my head, circled it and teased, then she set up a rhythm that drove me through the fucking roof.

“Slow down,” I grunted. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

Margot looked up at me, gaze sparkling with the defiance I’d come to love about her. Love? What the—?

She quickened her pace instead of slowing and shots of pleasure spread from my balls upward to my cock. I dug my fingers into her scalp and guided her. “Shit,” I said. “Shit, you’re good at that. You’re so fucking good. Stop before I come.”

Margot drew back, rested her lips against my dick’s tip, and challenged me with a stare. “I want you to come,” she said, softly. “I want your cum in my mouth, on my tongue and my lips. My face, even.”

“Your face. You’re too naughty, girl.”

“Please,” she said, and raised an eyebrow at me. It wasn’t a question. She expected me to come on her face, on her lips, in her mouth. She believed I’d do it.

“Pussy first,” I replied. “Get up.” I grabbed her by the elbow then lifted her onto the desk and plonked that voluptuous ass down on it. I stepped up between her legs, pressed my hand to her chest and forced her back at an angle.

Margot’s hand slapped onto the pad behind her, and the penholder on her desk rattled.

That triangle of soaked white fabric was presented to me. Her pussy was my wrapped gift, and I couldn’t wait to rip into it. I ripped the cotton to one side and placed my dick at her entrance.

Her lips were so swollen, so wet. They were red for me. She blushed in two places, face and cunt. “Please, Cain. I need it.”

I held the thong to one side and entered her in one swift thrust, twisting the fabric against my fingertips. I threw my head back and roared. “Fuck!”

Margot cried out but kept herself upright. She gripped one breast and pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra, massaging and watching my dick entering her, again and again, coming out wetter and wetter each time. She closed around me, but it wasn’t enough. If she wanted my cum on her lips, it was nothing compared to how badly I wanted her to break beneath me.

I used my free hand and played with the little pink pearl above her lips, toyed with it, pinched and pulled, then circled and kept an even pressure.

Margot’s head fell back. She shuddered from head to toe. “Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh my fucking god, Cain, that’s good. Cain. I’m going to—” Her ass lifted off the desk and I pinned it back down again.

She shattered into pieces, clenched and milked my cock for all it was worth. Margot’s orgasm took me to my edge too fast.

“Get off the desk and on your knees.” Margot looked up at me through the haze of the remnants of her orgasm. “You want my cum on your face?”

I pulled out and she slid to the floor right away, licked my head and sucked on it.

“I want it,” she said around the mouthful of dick. “I want it all. Give it to me. I want it everywhere.”

“Fuck.” I pounded into her, hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. Cum pulsed from me, squirted into her mouth. I aimed for her lips, then her cheeks, then the slopes of her petite breasts.

Margot swallowed and sighed, eyelids fluttering. “Good,” she whispered. “That was so good.”

My legs threatened to give out, and I caught myself on the desk with one palm. Kept myself from falling onto her. We gasped in the sudden quiet. Fuck, we’d totally lost control. I’d just come on her face, and she’d practically begged me for it. I’d owned her in so many ways now. First man to put a finger in her ass, first man to cum on her face, first man to make her orgasm.

“So good,” she muttered, and I looked down at her, sitting there on her knees, still dripping with me. Her eyes were shut as if she wanted to hold onto the moment for as long as possible.

I pushed myself upright, then fetched my shirt and got down on my knees in front of her. I grasped her chin gently then wiped the fluid from her skin, swept the fabric down to her breasts and did the same.

“There,” I said.

Margot opened her eyes. “You ruined your shirt.”

“I don’t care,” I said.

I fetched her clothes for her, and we dressed in silence, zipped up our jeans. She pulled on her shirt, and I stayed bare chested. “Margot,” I said. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make the show work. I won’t let anything happen to the business, do you understand? I’ll never do to you what he did to you.”

She looked down at the desk and the closed album that lay there.

“And if you need more money.”

“No,” she whispered. “I told you, I’m not a charity case. I don’t want money like that. I want us to earn it, fairly.”

“And we will.” I caught her arm and tugged her to my chest, pressed her head to it and inhaled her hair and that unique perfume, coconut today. “Once the pilot airs this weekend, we’re going to get a lot more people in here, asking for tats or piercings. Business will pick up. You’ve got to believe that.”

She didn’t answer me, simply hugged me back hard. And for now, that was enough.