Cade's Property 2: Alpha Billionaire Romance

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by Emery Cross


  I found the blue dress in the bottom box. It was a tailored, knee-length pencil dress. A dress that would be quite conservative if it weren’t so form-fitting. In searching for the dress, I’d dislodged a second small item wrapped in plain paper that had me intrigued. My first thought was matching earrings. I gasped when I lifted the lid.

  Under the layers of tissue paper was a crystal clear butt plug and a tube of lubricant. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. In my short time with him, Rafferty Cade never said anything he didn’t mean. When he’d picked me up at the police station, he’d made a deliberate point of saying that no part of me would be off limits. Holding this in my hand made it undeniable. I supposed I owed him thanks for at least allowing me to prepare for an act I’d never participated in before. I smiled to myself. He’d insisted I wear what was in the small box…he hadn’t specified which small box.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  RAFFERTY

  My day had been a blur. I’d had to drag myself away from her this morning, but I’d assured myself that once I got to the office I could push her from my mind and get down to business. But it hadn’t happened, and then the brat had used the gift of a smart phone to test the limits of my endurance.

  The intercom beeped. “Mr. Cade,” Patricia’s voice came through, “there’s a Miss Shay to see you.”

  “Send her right in.” An hour, I’d give myself an hour to satisfy this persistent hunger. Then I’d get back to work. The door opened and Remi stepped tentatively into the office. Her beautiful auburn hair was swept up into a business-like bun. Her unbound breasts bounced slightly as she approached in her high-heeled black pumps. She sat down and demurely crossed her long legs.

  Patricia knocked.

  My jaw clenched. “What is it?” My assistant peeked her head around the corner, a frown line creased between her brows, a result of my terse tone.

  “Mr. Bertram is on line one. He has information about the Grainsford takeover.”

  I sighed. “Fine, I’ll take it, but hold all other calls.”

  Patricia ducked her head out.

  “Did you follow my orders?” I asked Remi.

  “Almost.”

  I let line one blink as I got up from my chair. I put my knuckles under her chin and tilted her face up as I leaned over for a kiss. I cupped her breast in my other hand and rubbed my thumb over the stiffened nipple. Definitely no bra.

  “Take the panties off,” I ordered as I moved back to my side of the desk.

  “But I’m not wearing any, Mr. Cade,” she said in a sex-kitten voice just before I pressed the button to speak to Bertram.

  “Bertram, talk.” Swiveling my chair around, my gaze followed Remi as she strolled to the massive windows and stared down at the view of the city. Bertram’s voice droned in my ear.

  “They won’t take the offer as it stands.” Bertram’s voice had increased in pitch making it impossible to ignore.

  “Why the fuck not?”

  “Shit, you didn’t hear anything I just said,” Bertram said. I forced myself to concentrate as he repeated himself.

  Remi, seemingly bored of the room decor, sat back down in the chair across from my desk and crossed her legs again. She lightly bounced the leg on top, the black pump dangling from her toes.

  My cock strained against my fly. I signaled for her to come to me. Once she stood between my spread thighs, I pulled down the long zipper on the back of the dress. My cock was iron hard as I watched her wiggle out of the snug dress. She held onto my arm as she stepped out of it while still wearing heels.

  I covered the receiver. “Why aren’t you wearing the necklace?”

  “Oh, is that the item in the little box you wanted me to wear?” she asked, all false innocence and rounded green eyes.

  Her hips swayed as she sauntered over to the couch at the far end of the room. She neatly folded the dress then bent deeply at the waist to place it on the cushion of the couch, purposely putting her pert little bottom on display. I finally saw what she was wearing. There between the plump cheeks of her perfect ass, she’d inserted the clear plug. The training device I’d bought her.

  “Fucking hell,” I muttered. I shifted forward to get a better look and knocked over the paper cup containing the last of my morning coffee. I righted the cup and shook coffee from the papers in front of me.

  “What?” Bertram asked.

  “Nothing,” I answered. Having provided me enough of a glimpse to give me a heart attack, she straightened and pulled the pins from her hair. She tipped her head back and shook her hair loose so that it cascaded to her waist. Sex-kitten was right. The girl had my dick so hard I could bend steel on it.

  “Cade?” The frustration was plain in Bertram’s voice. “How do you want to handle this?”

  Christ, since when was Bertram this long-winded? I yanked loose my tie. I didn’t want to wrangle over this anymore and plucked a high number out of the air. “Let’s counter with five hundred grand more.”

  Bertram stuttered something about the project not being worth that.

  Remi tucked herself into a corner of the couch. She nibbled on her lip and cast me a wicked glance. She picked up a magazine from the side table and pretended interest in what had to be a dry financial article.

  “I’ve got to go.” My voice stuck in my throat. “Give them my final offer.” I hung up before he could muster a response.

  I crossed the room in three strides. “You know you probably just cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars.” She squealed as I flung the magazine aside, grabbed her by the upper arms, and lifted her from the couch. Even though she wore heels, I had to compensate for our height difference by rounding my shoulders and dipping my head. I inhaled her sweet scent as she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her plush lips to mine. Her hair, her skin, her tongue, every damn inch of her was silky soft. She kissed with an eagerness that made me believe she’d been truthful about never having kissed a client before.

  My hands traveled over her curves, my fingers sliding down the crack of her ass. My erection throbbed as I tapped the plug jammed into her tight little hole.

  I led her to the couch and stacked two throw pillows to put her at the perfect height. She obediently knelt atop them, gripping the back of the couch.

  She tilted her ass so I could get an eyeful of the plug placed, so snugly where I was desperate to be. I’d never seen anything more erotic in my life.

  She glanced over her shoulder, a small crease of worry between her brows. “It’s just for practice. I’m not ready for you, yet.”

  “So, you wore it to tease me?” I gave her bottom a firm smack. She scrunched the cushions. I spanked her again, this time making sure my hand hit the end of the plug, temporarily shoving it a little further inside her. She sucked in a surprised breath.

  She bowed her head as if penitent, and I wiggled the end of the plug. Her pretty little nostrils flared. I gave her bottom another stinging smack. I couldn’t help myself. I ended up spanking her until her beautiful ass glowed pink. Then I reached around and pushed my hand between her thighs to cup her smooth pussy. I slipped my finger in her slit. She was wet for me, and my heart thumped hard in my chest.

  I dropped my pants, sat beside her on the couch, and had her straddle me. Before settling onto my cock, she bent in to kiss me, and I let her do all the work. Her hands framed my face as her small tongue stroked inside my mouth. Then she nipped at my bottom lip. When she traced my jaw with the tip of her tongue, I thought I’d lose my goddamn mind.

  She winced as she lowered herself onto me, her fingers biting into my shoulders as she realized how tight a fit it was going to be with a toy stuffed up her delectable ass.

  “I want to take this out,” she whispered into my ear.

  “A naughty girl takes her punishment.” I put pressure on her wa
ist, lowering her onto my erection.

  “But, Raff, it’s so tight,” she said, shortening my name for the first time. Her eyelids fluttered, and she licked her lips as I brought her down harder. I could see the rapid pulse beat in her slender throat.

  Leveraging herself by clutching my shoulders, she began riding me. Her rhythm was erratic, but the friction of her snug cunt was mind-blowing. Her distended nipples rasped against my shirt. I shifted one of my hands to cradle her bottom, to feel the plug against the palm of my hand as she bounced on my shaft.

  The need for harder penetration made me take control. I grabbed her waist and brought her down on me, while thrusting upward to impale her. I started fucking her without mercy. She fell forward and hugged my neck and petted my hair, while repeating her new nickname for me. Her soft cheek rubbing up against my stubble and her breath tickling my ear sent me over the edge. I came so hard, I couldn’t see straight. She clung to me, nuzzling my throat until the sound of the intercom made her jolt. She lifted herself off my lap and landed on the couch next to me.

  I yanked up my pants then buckled my belt as I strode across the room to the desk. I failed to get my temper under control before I hit the button on the intercom. “Dammit, I said hold all calls.”

  “But it’s Miss Logan. Her plane has just landed.” Patricia’s voice wavered. “I thought surely—“

  I punched out cutting Patricia off mid-sentence.

  I hadn’t heard from Veronica since she took the job overseas. Why the hell was she calling me from the airport?

  I straightened my tie and smoothed back my hair, but Remi stayed seated. Despite her nakedness, she looked prim and proper with her hands folded in her lap. It was probably my ego wishing it so, but she seemed dazed by our encounter.

  I dug my fingers into her hair and tilted her head back so she was forced to look up at me. “I need you to stay with me. Name your price.”

  Her green eyes narrowed instantly. She pushed my hand away as she scrambled off the couch. She refused my help getting dressed, preferring to struggle with the zipper herself. She shoved her feet into her shoes, then swiveled on her steep heels to confront me.

  “Why did you buy me that necklace? Were you purposely trying to hurt me?”

  “I bought it because you look beautiful in diamonds, and I thought you deserved real ones.”

  She stuttered out her response. “W-well, you can take it back. I won’t wear it.”

  How the fuck, I asked myself as she shut the office door behind her, do you keep a wild child like her from leaving you?

  Continue Rafferty and Remi’s story in Cade’s Property 3, Now Available.

 

 

 


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