7 Minutes in Heaven (Are You Game?)

by Cahill, Rhian

  “Ha, it’s not even morning. Go back to sleep.” He pulled her tighter against him.

  She sighed. “I really do need to go soon.”

  “Not yet.” He nuzzled the slope of skin beneath her ear. “Let me enjoy this pleasure a little while longer.”

  With no desire to leave his embrace, Cassie settled more fully against him. “Fine, but if I don’t get out of here on time you’re in trouble.”

  “Trouble? What kind of trouble?” He dragged his teeth over her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. “I can think of all kinds of trouble we could get into.”

  In spite of his deliberate twist to the subject, Cassie smiled. She could think of all kinds of trouble too. Starting with the hot rod of flesh poking her in the arse. Not wanting their time to end without one more taste of Lucas, she spun around and pushed him to his back. Caught by surprise, she was straddling his hips before he knew what hit him. Giving him no time to protest or take control, she took his mouth with hers and rocked her pussy on his cock.

  He groaned into her mouth as he thrust his tongue deep. She tangled her tongue with his while she mapped his sculpted chest and abs with her hands. The man was to die for yummy and Cassie wanted to lick every inch of him. Her pulse sped up and her blood heated, rushing through her body at lightning speed. It happened every time they came together. Each joining only increased the craving instead of satisfying it. She’d already had all of him and yet she yearned for more.

  Cassie traced his bottom lip with her tongue, scraped it with her teeth and pulled it into her mouth to suckle. He let her have her way. For long moments, she controlled their kiss until her thirst for more of him drove her to take her lips on a journey over his stubbled chin, down the strong column of his throat to the broad expanse of his chest. She breathed in his scent as she made her way to the flat brown nipple nestled within the smattering of dark hair. Flicking with the tip of her tongue, she soon had the small disc puckering tight.

  Lucas moaned and drove his fingers through her hair when she moved over to his other nipple and lavished it with the same attention. His cock grew harder where it rested against her stomach and Cassie pressed into him to add to his pleasure. He groaned and rocked his hips up, thrusting his length back and forth over her skin. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to wrap her lips around the head and suck him deep until he was lodged in her throat.

  She raised her head and caught his gaze. With their eyes locked, she crawled down his body until her mouth hovered over his engorged cock. Breathing deep, she inhaled his masculine scent. It was stronger here—more potent. Her insides quivered at the tempting aroma and her mouth watered with anticipation of his taste. Lucas’s gaze clung to hers as Cassie lowered her head and pressed a closed-mouth kiss on the swollen crown. Liquid beaded in the slit and, never taking her eyes off his, she lapped it up with the flat of her tongue.

  He tightened his fingers in her hair, tugging the strands and sending a zap of pain shooting over her scalp. The sting shuddered through her and settled in her belly, curling deep and contracting muscles as desire burned hotter. She slipped her lips around the head and closed her eyes at the taste and feel of him on her tongue. Sucking hard, Cassie took him to the back of her throat in a quick slide before instantly reversing until her lips once again surrounded the mushroom tip. Fast lashes of her tongue along the sensitive rim drew a staggered breath and bucking hips.

  She repeated the action. Again and again. With each stroke, she pulled him closer to release and Cassie’s own arousal climbed. Her cheeks hollowed when she sucked him deep, her teeth grazed as she let him out and all the while her tongue caressed every inch of his shaft. Cassie brought her hand up to cup his balls. Squeezing gently, she tugged and fondled until Lucas’s breath was no more than ragged pants and his hand tangled in her hair. His cock pulsed against her tongue and he yanked on her hair. Hard.

  “Stop,” he gasped. “Shit. Stop. I want to be inside you when I come.”

  Cassie’s lips barely cleared his flesh when he grabbed her arms and flipped her over onto her back. He came down on top of her, his hips settling between hers, his hot length pressed into the folds of her drenched pussy, and she widened her legs farther. She arched, rubbed her needy pussy against his erection and, with her hands on his head, dragged his mouth down to hers.

  She wasn’t in control this time. Lucas took with wicked greed. He left nothing untouched, allowed nothing but surrender to his demands, and Cassie revelled in his need for her. Basked in the pure hunger he refused to hide. He gripped her hips, tilted them to his liking as he rocked his pelvis into hers. Her pussy wept as he thrust his cock along her slick folds. Lucas pulled his mouth from hers.

  “Condom.” He indicated the bedside table with his head. “Now.”

  Cassie reached over and grabbed a foil packet. She tore it open and Lucas snatched the protection from her hand. He pushed to his knees between her legs and sheathed himself quickly. She’d barely taken a breath—blinked—when he was back on top of her, thrusting his cock deep in one smooth stroke. Buried to the hilt, Lucas gazed down at her, emotions she didn’t want to acknowledge burning in his eyes.

  She closed her eyes and tucked her face into his neck. Flexing her hips, she urged him to move and tried to pretend this was nothing more than great sex, a physical connection that didn’t go beneath the surface. But as Lucas drove in and out of her clutching body, Cassie knew she was lying.

  “Look at me, Cass.” Lucas stopped moving and brushed his fingers over her cheek.

  He kept up the gentle caress on her face and Cassie had no choice but to do as he asked. Taking a deep breath, she leaned her head back and raised her eyes to his.

  “Don’t.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Don’t overthink this, just enjoy it for what it is, Cass, no strings, no pressure.”

  No matter what he said, his gaze told her there were strings and they were tangled around the blazing desire consuming them. She licked her lips and Lucas’s eyes followed the action, dilating until they appeared jet-black.

  “But—”

  He placed his finger over her mouth. “No buts, not now.”

  Cassie wanted to argue. Wanted to clear the air. Make sure they both knew where this was going. Where it wasn’t. Except she didn’t know where this was headed. She had no clue what all these conflicting emotions churning inside her were. She nodded and pulled his hand away, leaned up and pressed her mouth to his. It was all he needed to take them out of the emotionally-charged moment and back to the mind-blowing pleasure.

  His lips ate at hers, his hips rocking in a slow rhythm that built in small increments that had her clawing at his back and digging her heels into his thighs in an attempt to make him move faster. He chuckled into her mouth and kept up his torturous pace. Cassie groaned. Her pussy convulsed with the desperate need for more and she pulled her mouth free of his to trail her lips over his shoulder. She scraped his skin with her teeth, pulled him closer with her arms and legs and drove her hips up to meet his every thrust.

  “Move, dammit.” Cassie dug her nails into him.

  “You want faster?” he spoke into her hair.

  “Yes.” There was no hiding the raw edge of need in her voice.

  He slowed down further. “You don’t like slow?”

  “No.”

  He angled his hips and the base of his shaft hit her swollen clit.

  “Yes.”

  “Make up your mind.” She could hear the smile in his voice.

  “Fast,” Cassie panted. “Faster. Harder.”

  “Harder?” Lucas drove his length into her in a bone-jarring slam that had her pussy clenching and her vision blurring. “Is that what you mean?”

  “God. Yes.” Her nails stabbed into him as she clung to his back. “Yes.”

  She was so close. Her muscles were coiled tight and ready to let go in what would no doubt be a blinding orgasm. He picked up the pace. Advance and retreat. Over and over as they raced for the top together.

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nbsp; “C’mon, Cass.” Lucas pushed up on his elbows until his torso was suspended above hers, the part of their bodies slamming together visible to both of them when they looked down. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  Cassie had to agree. His condom-covered cock glistened with her juices and her nether lips flared out around his shaft as he withdrew. She’d never seen anything as sexy or done anything this raunchy. He’d shown her a new kind of sex—a new side of herself. And as she gazed down at his cock impaling her time after time, she let go. Shattered into a thousand million pieces.

  “Luc.”

  Lucas followed her, his body ramming into hers one final time before he held still, shuddering with release. “Cass.”

  He collapsed to the side, half-on and half-off her, their bodies still joined intimately, and Cassie wondered how she was ever going to walk away from this man and all he made her feel.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Oy, Cassie, wait up!”

  Cassie turned to find West jogging across the car park. “Hey, West, what’s up?” She waited for him to catch up.

  “I need to run the weekend’s comings and goings by you.”

  “Why? You have a key. You come and go as you need. Just label everything clearly for my staff.” West walked beside her.

  “Don’t I always?” He grabbed the door and pulled it open, ushering her through before him. “Actually, I wanted to check it was okay to use the kitchen for personal use.”

  She glanced his way. “Personal? Sure, you paid for the thing, use it however you want.”

  “Thanks.”

  “So, what’s the personal thing or is it a secret?”

  “Not a secret, but…” West ducked his head, but not before Cassie saw his cheeks flush red.

  “Oh my God! Are you blushing?”

  He grabbed her in a headlock before she could rib him anymore. “Knock it off, squirt.”

  Cassie laughed. “Big bad Weston Mann has a crush,” she sing-songed.

  “I’m warning you.” West rubbed his knuckles on the top of her head while tightening his grip and bringing her head closer to his chest. He smelled like the yummy curry puffs that were one of his company’s specialties.

  “You don’t sca—” Cassie was ripped from West’s arms a split second before Luc’s voice boomed through the warehouse.

  “Get your hands off her!”

  “Whoa!”

  Cassie peeked around Lucas to see West with his hands up as though a gun was pointed at him. She had to check there wasn’t one in Luc’s hand. Just in case. Although with the way Lucas vibrated with tension he probably didn’t need a gun to kill West. If she didn’t step in quickly this could turn into a bloodbath she wasn’t in the mood to deal with. Not today.

  “Lucas, we were just mucking around.” Cassie tried to step between them but Luc put his arm out and stopped her.

  “He had you in a headlock,” he growled.

  “Yes, but he wasn’t hurting me, and it’s not the first time he’s done it. Probably won’t be the last either.” Cassie rolled her eyes behind his back.

  “Yes. It will.” Luc’s tone brokered no argument, and with West still standing there with his hands in the air he obviously wasn’t going to give one.

  “Seriously?” Cassie shoved at Luc’s back. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” She thumped his back with her fists.

  “What?” He spun around and grabbed her wrists to stop her from hitting him again. “Why are you beating me up?”

  She glared at him. “Because you’re acting like a Neanderthal idiot, that’s why!” Cassie yelled.

  “I wasn’t the one with my arm around your neck!” Luc yelled back.

  “He wasn’t trying to hurt me, you moron.” Cassie couldn’t believe anyone could think West would actually hurt her. She turned to West, but before she could say anything West took a step back.

  “I’ll go get started on those pastries you need done today.” West turned, but Cassie reached out and grabbed his shirt.

  “No, you don’t. You’re not getting away that easily.” She yanked on his shirt. “Turn around so I can introduce you two so next time Luc doesn’t rip your damn head off.”

  West reluctantly turned around. “Fine.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Lucas Wilhelm, meet Weston Mann, better known as West. West, Luc.” She waved her hand between the two of them. “Now, if we’re finished playing damsel in distress, bodyguard and villain, I have work to do.”

  Cassie didn’t wait for either of them to say a word. She spun on her heel and headed for the stairs. Taking them two at a time, she mumbled about idiot men until she reached her office where she took great pleasure in slamming her door.

  The air slid from her lungs when she saw the neatly wrapped present sitting in the centre of her desk. Cautiously, she made her way across the room and picked up the small box. A tiny card attached read:

  Cassie,

  These remind me of your eyes.

  Luc

  With shaking fingers, Cassie tore open the pretty paper to find a silver box. Lifting the lid, she stared at the glass bead bracelet inside. The beads were a selection of browns and golds. Her breath stalled. Luc must have made it at the birthday party on the weekend. It was such an unexpected gesture. One that pulled at every conviction she had that she shouldn’t see him anymore. She fell into her chair, the leather creaking beneath her, and contemplated what it meant. He’d let her walk out the door this morning without a word about seeing her again. And now he was leaving her a gift.

  Cassie closed her eyes and dropped her head back. Just when she thought she was okay with her decision to cool things with Luc he went and did something that threw up a host of unwanted emotions. The biggest being longing. How could she want a man so deeply when she’d only known him three days?

  Her phone rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. She didn’t have time to dwell on her personal life, she had a business to run, and that was exactly why she shouldn’t see him. Lucas was too much of a distraction and Cassie couldn’t afford that any more than she could a Ferrari.

  Luc watched Cassie until she disappeared from sight. He guessed he owed her and this guy, West, an apology. He’d fucked up. She couldn’t blame him though. Seeing her caught in a headlock just about exploded his head. Every instinct in him had gone on red alert at the scene he’d found when he came down the stairs five minutes ago. Having never laid eyes on West before Luc’s first impulse was to think threat, especially when the guy had Cassie in such a menacing hold.

  “Cassie hasn’t mentioned you, so I assume you’re someone she just met.”

  He turned to find West had stepped closer. The guy had puffed out his chest and stood ramrod straight too. Probably in an attempt to intimidate him, but Luc didn’t scare easily, so the guy was shit out of luck. “Yeah.” Luc wasn’t about to reveal anything about him and Cassie.

  West grinned. “The strong, silent type, are you?”

  The mockery in the guy’s voice set Luc’s nerves on edge, not that they weren’t already there. “If Cassie wants to tell you anything that’s up to her, but I’m not about to share my business with you.” Luc turned to leave but West’s next words stopped him.

  “Want to know how to win her over?”

  He turned back to face a smirking West.

  “Yeah, thought you might, but let me give you some info first.” West crossed his arms and squared his shoulders. “I’ve known Cassie since I was a kid. Her brother is my best friend and I’ve been to as many family events at the Moreland house as she has, so I know a little more about the woman than most.”

  Luc’s gut churned. He didn’t like that West had so much history with Cassie. Didn’t like the implied intimacy of it. He opened his mouth but stopped when West held up a hand.

  “No. I’ve never gone there. Never thought of going there, so don’t insult us both by asking. She’s always been a kid sister to me regardless of our lack of blood ties.” West stepped forward and g
ot in Luc’s face. He had to give the guy credit. He had balls. Luc topped him by a good three inches. “You fuck her over and it’s not just me you’ll deal with. She’s got five older brothers who would gladly take you apart with me.”

  Luc laughed. He couldn’t help it. And when West scowled at him, he laughed harder.

  “Listen—”

  “Sorry, not laughing at you.” Luc sucked in a breath and got his mirth under control. “I just find it hilarious that you even think there’d be anything left if I fucked her over. She doesn’t need you or her brothers to fight her battles. She’d have me castrated, drawn and quartered and hung from the nearest lamppost before I ever fucked her over.”

  West smiled. “Ah, so you have met the real Cassie then.”

  “Oh, yeah. We spent most of Friday night butting heads.”

  “Obviously something changed between now and then, though.”

  Ah, they were back to fishing for info. “Something changes every second.”

  “You know, I think I like you.” West stuck out his hand. “West Mann.”

  Luc gripped his hand and shook. “Luc Wilhelm.”

  “So, about winning her over.”

  “At this point.” He turned his head to look over at the stairs Cassie had disappeared up. “I’ll take any advice you have.”

  “Don’t push her. Let her come to you, but don’t let her think you’re not hanging around. Small things will get her over the big ones, so don’t go ordering flowers or some such shit. Stick with simple things like making sure she’s got lunch on a busy day. She’s always forgetting to eat and then she’ll gorge on chocolate bars or those horrible TV dinners she has in her freezer.” West shuddered as he said the last part.

  Luc could see how that might work. And he wanted to look after her, wanted to be sure she took care of herself. She’d already admitted to eating crap most of the time. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “No worries. Just don’t go overboard, something simple will get her every time. She’s a sucker for thoughtful gestures, not so much the extravagant ones like jewellery.”