by K. M. Scott
“But what about work and…and…everything else?” I asked in meek protest, my insecurities raging.
“Don’t worry. I promise I won’t fire you. Everything else means nothing. Unless I’m not the man you want?”
“No! That’s not what I meant at all.” Was it possible he wasn’t as confident as I thought?
He slowly ran his tongue along the seam of his lips and smiled. “Then relax, Olivia, because you’re the woman I want.”
Something in the way he said those words eased whatever doubts lingered inside my brain, and I let a feeling of genuine anticipation take me over. I wanted to know what it felt to sleep with this man. I wanted to believe whatever else I was, I could be that sexy woman with him.
His mouth covered mine in a kiss so sensual it felt like a jolt traveled straight from his tongue to between my legs. From that moment, I was lost. Whatever he wanted, I’d give him. I felt his fingers gently tug my dress off my shoulders and then his strong hands were cupping my breasts. He gently rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending waves of pleasure through me. Pushing the dress down my body, I stepped out of it as it hit the floor, barely conscious of the fact that I stood there in just panties and pumps.
Everywhere his fingers touched excited me. I wanted to feel them on the most sensitive parts of my body, bringing me to that sweet edge and over it as I came.
I reached out to touch him, dying to feel what hung between his legs. I’d fantasized about that part of him since the first day I walked into his club, never truly believing I’d find out what he felt like inside me. Tugging his zipper down, I brazenly reached my hand in to gently squeeze his cock in my hand, amazed by its size as I began to stroke him from root to tip. Thick and hot against my palm, he was harder and bigger than any man I’d ever slept with.
“Mmmmm…don’t stop,” he whispered as the thought of his size began to make me slow my strokes just as my hand touched the swollen tip. “Right there, baby.”
Cash buried his hands in my hair, pulling me to him, and I heard him groan again as my thumb grazed the spot just below the head of his cock. He was rock hard yet so silky in my hand, and with each ragged moan I grew more and more confident. There he was standing in front of me loving what I was making him feel.
His mouth crushed against mine, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth like it was his to do with as he pleased. Whatever control I thought I had evaporated in a fleeting moment as he transformed from a man receiving pleasure to one taking what he desired. He was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Pushing a chair out of the way, Cash backed me up until I felt the edge of the conference table against the back of my thighs. He wrapped his hands around my waist and picked me up, easing me back onto the cool surface of the polished wood table. My legs hung off the end, rather indelicately leaving me wide open as he remained standing. I looked up at him, hoping he’d soon save me from this embarrassing position.
He unbuttoned his pants and let them drop, revealing no boxers or briefs underneath. Feeling awkward, I instinctively joked, “Commando? I would’ve never guessed.”
I received a smile and moan in return for my moment of humor. “Come here,” he groaned as he tugged me toward him. I slid down the table until I felt the crown of his cock press full against my opening. A tiny whimper escaped from my throat at the feel of its thickness. Cash simply smiled and slowly ran his hand up my thigh to stroke my needy clit.
“Relax. You look so beautiful lying there. Let yourself go, Olivia. You’re ready.”
To prove that to me, he slid his finger inside me with long, slow strokes that sent waves of pleasure tearing through me. I hadn’t been touched there is so long I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t come just from his delicious finger fucking me.
“So fucking tight. God, I want to be inside you.”
I gave him a meek smile, but my heart slammed against my chest at the thought of him fitting inside me. Closing my eyes, I heard him tear a condom package open. He planted his hands on both sides of my head and kissed me full on the lips. Then I opened my eyes and saw him staring at me with those blue eyes so intense as he slowly eased into me, each inch filling me so completely that I couldn’t imagine being able to take any more.
He sensed how unsure I was and stopped for a moment to lightly massage my sensitive clit, sending more waves of exquisite pleasure through me and allowing me to take more of him. The combination of his finger drawing those tiny circles on my clit and his cock deep inside me filling me like I’d never been filled before thrilled me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to accommodate all of him, feeling deliciously stretched by the time he was fully seated in me.
“You feel so good, Olivia. I promise I’ll go slow.”
He inched out of me, leaving me empty and missing the feel of him. As he promised, he slid back into my body slowly, ratcheting up my desire and filling me once again. Kissing me hard, Cash grunted into my mouth as the base of his cock stretched my opening. My body ached, a sweet pang forming in the pit of my stomach, making me want more.
He eased out of me again, but I slid my feet down his back and pushed my heels against the base of his spine. “Cash…faster…please…”
Raising himself up above me, he flashed me a look of concern. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Cupping the back of his neck, I pulled him back down to kiss him, my body begging for more. “Yes. Faster. Fuck me faster.”
Cash narrowed his eyes in a sexy smoldering look. “Mmmm…such words coming from that pretty mouth of yours. Faster it is.”
Rearing back, he slammed his long, thick cock in until he was balls deep inside me and then retreated from my body only to crash into me again. He was power personified, and with every plunge into my willing body, I wanted more.
I wanted to finally live my fantasy of having no control.
Deep inside, a tiny kernel of release began to form, weaving its way through my body as Cash continued to fuck me. His deep grunts filled my ears with every thrust of his cock into my body. He was animalistic and primal, unlike any man I’d ever slept with. I felt small and vulnerable. And out of control. I loved it!
My orgasm curled through my core, a tiny exquisite sensation that grew with each moment. Sliding my hands down over his shoulders, I dug my nails into Cash’s back and moaned, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
His abs and chest, hard and unyielding, slid over my breasts and nearly crushed me under his weight. I lay there helpless underneath him and clutching him like I couldn’t get enough of this man. I was already sore, but I never wanted the feeling of him inside me to end.
My body clenched around his thick cock to signal the beginning of my orgasm. Crying out, I struggled to hold on to him as he pistoned into me, grunting his pleasure deep in my ear. “Let yourself go, baby. Let me see you come.”
“Ah, God, Cash! Don’t stop!”
He watched as I came, his blue eyes focused on me as I bit my lip and scratched down his back like a wild animal. Never before had I come so hard, my thighs shaking violently against his hips as the last of my release wound through me.
But his was yet to come. I felt every muscle in his back tighten and tense. He buried his face in my hair and let out a long deep groan as he buried his cock completely inside me. “Fuck…”
We lay there silently for a long time, still joined together on that conference table as the sounds of the nightclub outside his office began to once again drift in to where we’d just had sex for the first time. It felt secret and sexy. When Cash raised his head, he licked his lips and kissed me, making me feel sexy too.
“Olivia, that was incredible.”
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something in the way he said that made me feel open and self-conscious. Forcing a smile, I nodded, hoping he couldn’t see my insecurities rearing their ugly heads. Nothing was unsexier than looking needy after sex. Letting my hands drop from their hold on his back, I forced myself to sou
nd confident. “It was.”
He slid out of me, and a feeling of emptiness joined my insecurities. I knew it was foolish. What had I expected—the two of us lying there for hours in each other’s arms as we drifted off to sleep? We’d just fucked on the table in the Club X conference room. Cuddling wasn’t on the menu.
I stood to put my dress back on as he slipped back into his clothes. Watching him, I took in the last sight of his beautiful body, sad to see it covered up with his dress shirt and pants. Unsure of what to say as we finished dressing, I fidgeted with my shoes to avoid feeling any more awkward.
Cash seemed entirely at home with this part of the night, though. Adjusting the knot in his tie, he once again did that brushing off movement he’d done earlier and then looked up at me. “You were incredible, Olivia.”
Two mentions of that word made me certain I’d been anything but that, but he pulled me into him and kissed me full on the lips and my insecurities disappeared, at least for the moment.
“I promise I won’t act strange tomorrow. I’ll be the same stiff Cassian March I’ve always been.”
“Well, you have a reputation to keep.”
He laughed at my joke, but I’d subconsciously been referring to his other reputation that now seemed to take up so much of my mind. Cash dated the most beautiful women in town, and undoubtedly, he slept with them too. As he escorted me out to his office, that’s all I could think about. Yes, I’d gone into this whole thing with him with my eyes wide open, but now I didn’t want to go back to being simply his assistant.
I tried to read his expression to see if he felt anything for me, but there was nothing but that cool man who was all business in front of me now. He kissed me again, soft but without all that passion that had been in his kiss before, and told me he’d see me the next day. We parted ways, boss and assistant once again, no matter how much I wished that wasn’t all we were.
Chapter Thirteen
Cassian
I watched Olivia walk out into the nightclub looking sexier than any woman should without a man on her arm. I should have stopped her or taken her home, but I was already regretting having sex with her. Whatever was happening between us couldn’t happen, no matter how much I wished it could. I’d thought I’d avoided going any further with her when I left Kane to deal with her. It was a shitty thing to do, but my ego was making the decisions then.
Too fucking bad my ego hadn’t stayed in control. Instead, my heart thought it should weigh in on the issue of Olivia and what had just happened proved there would be no fucking her out of my system.
This couldn’t happen.
I ran my hand through my hair before I headed out into the club for a drink. Tonight definitely called for a stiff one. Stopping at the end of the bar, I raised my hand to call one of the bartenders over. A tiny blonde, she leaned over to hear my order over the music and give me a full view of her tits. I had to assume Stefan’s workers thought this was some way to ensure job security since they acted like this every time I came out into the club for a drink.
“Give me a Makers, neat.”
The blonde answered with something I couldn’t hear and a smile, and I was thankful the music was so loud. I wasn’t in the mood for her thing tonight.
From behind me I heard, “Hey, Cash! I didn’t realize you were still here.” Stefan. I thought about not answering him, but there was no point in ignoring him. He’d just keep talking. Turning around, I saw him wearing a shit-eating grin and instantly the thought ran through my mind that he’d seen Olivia and me together.
“What’s up, Stefan?”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were going home early tonight. Kane mentioned something about it, so I figured you were gone already.”
The blonde returned with my drink, and grabbing it, I took a gulp and pressed a smile onto my face. “Just leaving.”
“Hey, I thought I saw Olivia leaving a few minutes ago. Maybe you should take it easy on her. Don’t want to ride her too hard.”
“I have no idea. I didn’t see her since this afternoon.”
I watched Stefan’s expression for any evidence that he knew I was lying, but the blond bartender had caught his eye and he set off to likely cost us more money in legal fees. It was time for me to leave. The club had nothing to offer me other than work, and I wouldn’t be able to concentrate much anyway.
By Wednesday, I’d avoided the club for two days and worked from home, even blowing off a charity function for the new bayside park because I just didn’t have any interest in seeing the same people as always who traveled the circuit. They’d gotten my check, so it wasn’t like the important part of me hadn’t shown up.
Standing in front of my window overlooking the bay, I looked out at the action taking place at the end of the day I never saw from my office at the club. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was avoiding Olivia. The sex had been great. No, great was the wrong word for it. I hadn’t enjoyed fucking a woman like that in a long time. Something in the way she’d shed her inhibitions so willingly charmed me. The physical feeling had been off the charts incredible, but even more the emotional connection had made it one of the best nights I’d ever had with a woman.
That was the problem. If all we were was good sex, I’d have been back at work bright and early Tuesday morning at eleven and planning for the next time she and I could revisit that conference room table. I’d be planning on how to wine and dine her around town to get her back to my bed whenever I wanted her. That routine I knew well. Fuck, I’d mastered that routine. Sex meant a connection between my cock and a woman’s cunt. No more, no less. Emotions had nothing to do with it. I’d made sure of that since Rachel.
This thing with Olivia smashed all my nonchalant ideas about sex to pieces and left me with no way to know what to do with her. I’d promised myself never to let another woman get close to me again after what happened with Rachel, and now some part of me whispered quietly in my brain that this woman was worth a chance.
My mind went back to the moment I became the man who wanted nothing to do with truly being with a woman again. I remembered it like it happened yesterday. Even now, years later, the events of that night were as vivid and real to me as if I was experiencing them today.
Rachel stood beside me as the line of people filing into the club moved past us, thrilled to be a part of the biggest night all year at Club X—the Halloween Ball, known throughout west Florida as the wildest party around. Nobody did Halloween raunchier or more debauched than my club. I turned to slide my arm around her, the woman I adored as my wife and who tonight was dressed as the sexiest cat I’d ever seen.
But everything about her was the sexiest I’d ever seen. Just a few years older, Rachel had schooled me in so many things about women, and I’d fallen hard and fast for her. I woke every morning more in love than the day before, and as I ended each day deep inside her, I would have given up everything I owned with just a word from her gorgeous mouth.
I was as lost as any man had ever been for a woman he loved.
“Cash, let’s go join your brothers at the bar. You don’t have to be at the door to greet your customers and the party’s about to get started.”
Her wish was my command, so we walked over to stand next to Stefan and Kane, my arm instinctively wrapping around her waist as we stopped in front of them. My younger brother was all compliments for her cat costume, and Rachel lapped them up like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Twirling out of my hold, she showed him her tail, shaking her gorgeous ass for him so he could see it move.
“Isn’t this costume adorable?” she cooed.
Kane looked away, interested more in the crowd and his job upstairs than my wife. Never his type, they tolerated each other more than anything else. Kane preferred a far more submissive female, something Rachel definitely wasn’t. Stefan, on the other hand, enjoyed all women, without exception. To say he didn’t discriminate would be an understatement.
Rachel backed up toward Stefan and said, “Feel i
t! It’s fake fur, but it feels so real.”
Shooting me a look, Kane raised his eyebrows as Stefan stroked her long, black tail, pulling it up to tickle her neck. “It does feel real.”
I pulled her back next to me and leaned close to her to whisper, “I can’t wait to use that tail when we get home.”
She turned her back on my brothers and ran her hands over my chest. Smiling up at me, she winked. “That’s not all I want you to use when we get home.”
When she said things like that, I had to fight the urge to steal her away to my office and make love to her right there on my desk. Looking down into her almost black eyes, I smiled. “Do you know how much I love you?”
I closed my eyes to push the memory of that night from my mind. Fixating on it did no good, so there was no point. I couldn’t change what happened.
A knock on the front door tore me from my misery, and I opened it to see Olivia standing there still in her work clothes and staring up at me with big eyes. So much for avoiding her. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s nice to see you too, Cash. Can I come in?”
Moving off to the side, I nodded. “Sure. Come in.”
She walked past me and began looking around my condo as I closed the door. By the time I’d joined her, she was at the window admiring the view. “This is stunning, Cash! I love this view!”
“It’s pretty nice. Definitely one of the selling points when I bought the place.”
Turning to face me, she rolled her eyes. “Always so understated. If you saw the view I have, you’d say this was stunning.”
I forced a smile and nodded, but there was no denying the tension between us. Olivia was an intelligent woman. She knew I’d been avoiding her. How she’d approach that fact remained to be seen.
A sheepish look crossed her face. “I hope you haven’t been sick. I noticed you haven’t been in work for the last two days.”
