I pursed my lips, deciding it would be best to keep our chat to myself after all.
“If that bitch implied she slept with me and that she was better than you, that’s all I need to know. Is that what happened?”
“Yes.”
He nodded. He tore his phone from his pocket and stared at it. And then he walked from the room and shut the door to his bedroom.
I sat back down on the couch, shaking at the amount of power I yielded. I both hated it and wanted to grin at the same time.
Cade Alexander was really into me. He wasn’t messing around. And no bitch was going to ruin it. He would see to it.
I picked up my wine, wincing at the thought of what Cade was saying to Riley. I’d barely met his friend when we’d arrived—too distracted by my own man to pay much attention to another. There had been so many people at the party, I never saw him again in my short attempt to fit in with the wealthy.
I hoped Riley didn’t blame me for his fiancée’s actions.
I took a long sip of yet another delicious Chardonnay and tried to relax.
Chapter Thirteen
When Cade materialized from his bedroom, he was completely calm. His brow was still furrowed, but he didn’t show any signs of imminent implosion. He’d removed his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt.
I stood and smoothed my hands down the front of my dress.
He didn’t say a word about his talk with Riley, and I didn’t want to bring it up either. Whatever happened between Cade and his friend was between them.
Cade met my gaze. “Why are you still wearing that dress, baby?”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Uh, Sir?”
He chuckled. “It’s sexy as hell. I’ll give you that, but I’m over it.” He rounded behind me and turned my back to his front. Then he released the clasp at the top behind my neck. The fabric shimmied to the floor to pool around my feet.
I leaned down to step away from the dress and pick it up. Cade might not have wanted it on me anymore, but I didn’t want anything to happen to it.
Cade chuckled.
“What?”
“Suddenly you decide to clean up after yourself?”
I glanced at the dress. “That dress is amazing. It must have cost a fortune. I don’t want to step on it.”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. The kiss lingered, deepening. He held me tighter. I could feel his erection against my belly through his dress pants.
My nipples rubbed against the front of his shirt, stiffening. I wanted him badly. I said a silent prayer that he wouldn’t make me wait any longer.
When he broke the kiss, his eyes were heavy. Sexy. He was aroused. He stepped back and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, never losing my gaze. Slowly he removed the starched material until he stood bare-chested in front of me.
I had learned to love this man’s chest. I stepped forward and set my palms flat on the smooth surface, leaning toward him. I still wore my heels, bracelet, and earrings, but nothing else. “Cade,” I whispered. “Please.” I wasn’t too proud to beg.
He took my shoulders in his hands and stared at me. Then he shocked me by swinging me up to cradle me in his arms and marching from the room straight into his bedroom. His bedroom. Not mine.
Cade tossed me onto his bed.
I scampered back a few inches from the edge, my high heels digging into the mattress. I reached to remove them but halted when Cade spoke. “Don’t, baby. I like them. I want to take you for the first time while you’re wearing those sexy heels.” He grinned and shrugged. “I’m a guy.”
I relented. If his fantasy involved me wearing the most expensive silver heels I’d ever worn, so be it.
He removed his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
I held my breath. For as many times as he’d seen me naked and made me writhe beneath him, I had not yet seen his body below the hips.
When he lowered his dress pants, taking his underwear with them, I inhaled slowly. Jesus. Shit.
I wasn’t a prude, I thought not for the first time. But God almighty, were they all like that one?
“You okay, baby?”
I lifted my gaze to his smirking face, realizing I had scooted away from him subconsciously. I stopped moving, but my legs were pressed tightly together. I looked at him over my knees. “Of course.” I licked my lips. I understood the concept. And people said it always fit, but Cade’s thick length was a far cry larger than even his three fingers together, and he’d thrust those into me several times.
Cade reached down to pick up his pants. He pulled a condom from the pocket and then draped the slacks over the end of the bed. Next, he tugged the comforter down. “Lift your ass, baby.”
I wiggled several directions until he had the top few layers removed and I sat on the silk sheets.
Cade put one knee on the bed and then hesitated. He reached for his bobbing shaft and stroked it from the base to the tip while I watched, mesmerized.
“Baby, look at me.”
I yanked my gaze to his, a bit embarrassed to have been caught staring.
His brow was furrowed. “How long has it been?”
I swallowed. “How long has what been?” I knew what he meant. I was stalling, and a bit sorry we were having this conversation. I’d hoped to avoid it altogether. I really didn’t want Cade to treat me with kid gloves. That just flew out the window with his question, which I inadvertently caused with my weird reactions.
Cade climbed onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and tugged until I fell flat onto my back. Then he straddled me, circled my wrists, and pulled my arms over my head. His face was inches from mine when he cleared his throat.
I met his gaze. I needed to at least own up to my lack of experience.
“Amelia?”
I couldn’t find the words.
“Fuck me.” He leaned in farther. I could see his eye start to twitch. I hoped he wasn’t angry.
I waited.
He waited longer. And then his face dipped so that all I could see was the top of his head. “Oh my God. Why didn’t you tell me?” He lifted his gaze.
I said nothing. I was slightly mortified. Not for the first time. He acted like I’d committed a crime. I squirmed in his clutches, trying to dislodge myself from his grip. I needed space.
He held me tighter. “No you don’t. You don’t get to drop that bomb on me at the eleventh hour without an explanation.”
He was right. I owed him that much. Even if he chose not to have sex with me in the end, I wasn’t being fair. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I mumbled. “I should have told you. I… I just thought it would be easier.”
“Easier for whom, Amelia?” His voice was gentle. His face was hard.
“Both of us?” I gathered more words. “I didn’t want you to look at me like—” I swallowed and continued, my voice barely audible this time. “Like you are right now.”
Cade flinched. “How am I looking at you?”
“Like you’re disappointed.”
His eyes widened.
I continued before he could respond. “Look, I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want to, um, you know. I have no experience at all. It was totally selfish of me to keep this from you.”
I couldn’t read his expression.
“Will you let me go? Please. Cade.” I struggled against his grip on my wrists and squirmed my ass, trying to free myself.
“Stop moving, baby. I’m going to come on your stomach if you don’t.”
I froze.
He smiled. “And stop fretting so hard. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
What the hell?
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m going to spank your ass until you can’t sit down after I fuck you. But first I’m going to make love to you until the only thing you know is my face and my cock buried inside you. When I’m finished taking your virginity, an honor I’m humbled to have bestowed on me, I’m going to fuck you hard. When I’m finished with that, you’ll never doubt you’re
mine again. Are we clear?”
I gasped. I couldn’t begin to process all he’d said. He wanted me anyway?
He grinned again. “Baby, you’re so fucking sexy when you blush. I hope I can keep sharp enough to bring that pink out on your cheeks for the rest of my life.”
What?
I couldn’t move. My heart pounded, and I squeezed my legs together against the need growing between them. “You—uh, you—”
He released one wrist only to tuck it under the first so he held them both with one hand. “Like I said, stop straining yourself. What did you expect? Did you really think I would turn you away for being a virgin?”
“Well, yes. The thought did cross my mind.”
“And that’s why you never told me?”
“That and the sheer mortification of the idea.”
He chuckled, deep. His free hand landed on my face and cupped my jaw. “That’s insane. You know that, don’t you?” He shook his head. “Clearly not. Baby, there’s no red-blooded man on this Earth who wouldn’t cherish that gift. Not even the assholes.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him. “I have no experience. I bring nothing to this party.”
“And that means I get to teach you everything from scratch and watch your face as I take you places you’ve never been with any man. Every single look in your eyes will belong to me. I’ll never worry that inside your head you’re comparing me to previous lovers. A wet dream come to life, baby.”
When he put it that way… I forced a small smile. “Okay.”
“Jesus. I’m glad I figured this out before I hurt you.”
“I can take it, Sir.”
“I’m sure you can, but you don’t need to. At least not alone.” He stretched out over my body, releasing my wrists, until he planted his forearms beside my head. “I’m completely humbled, baby. Thank you for this.”
I nodded.
Cade rolled to one side and propped himself on one elbow. He stared down at my body and stroked his fingers over my skin. “Spread your legs, baby.”
My leg closest to him was trapped against his. I pulled the other one away from my body and let my knee fall open. I couldn’t plant my heels on the silk sheets without ripping a hole in them. “Cade?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Please take off my shoes. I’m going to worry about the sheets if you don’t.”
He chuckled. “Okay. But I want to fuck you again later with them on.” He reached for my foot and slipped the back down until I was free. Then he did the same with the other.
I planted my heel on the bed and gave him my full attention. Tentatively I reached for his cock. He let me. I stroked my hand from the base to the tip just as I’d seen him do.
Cade groaned. He gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away. “Sorry, baby. I thought I could let you touch me. Turns out I can’t. Not right now. Later. When I’m not about to come before I get inside you.”
“Okay.” I warmed at the idea I had that effect on him.
His fingers might have been shaking as he reached between my legs. He was suddenly so sweet. I hadn’t thought I wanted sweet from him, but now that I had it, I was glad. Just this once. Or maybe occasionally in the future too.
When he parted my folds and gathered my wetness, I lifted my hips off the bed. “Please, Cade. Don’t drag this out. I need you. So bad it hurts.” I wasn’t kidding. The knot in my belly was surely worse than any discomfort I might feel from him filling me.
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes. God, Cade. Now.”
He sat up, grabbed the condom he’d set on the bed, and tore into it with his teeth.
I watched as he rolled it down his length.
And then he was between my legs, his tip nestled at my entrance.
I bucked, hoping to force the issue.
“Look at me, baby.”
I did.
“I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Got it?”
I nodded.
“I want to watch every expression on your face. Do not lose eye contact.”
I nodded again. This was important to him.
He gritted his teeth as he pressed forward slowly, as if this were more painful for him than for me. But I realized with relief he was doing his best to hold back his orgasm. It felt that good.
I smiled inside. Outside, I couldn’t control my expressions at all. All my blood flowed to my sex. I wrapped my hands around his biceps and held him tight.
Cade pushed in farther.
The tightness was unexpected. I sucked in a breath.
Cade waited, watching my face. “More, baby?” he gritted out.
“Yes. Please. Just do it, Cade.”
He didn’t listen to me. He kept his slow entrance, stretching my insides. So much pressure.
I couldn’t avoid lifting my ass, my feet digging into the bed beside his hips.
Cade groaned. “Stop, baby. Let me.”
I fell back to the mattress, sweat beading on my forehead. The stress of the unknown alone was killing me.
The ball of need expanded to encompass my entire belly until it hurt. “Cade.” One sharp syllable.
He must have heard my urgency because he thrust home.
I cried out, the instant pain sharp but brief. My eyes fluttered shut as I acclimated to his girth. Quick panting breaths.
“Eyes, baby.”
I opened them again to meet his gaze. His hands were on my head, holding me gently, his thumbs stroking my temples. “You okay?”
“Better than. Move.”
He smiled finally and then did just that. His hips pulled almost out and then thrust back in. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but he was careful. I wasn’t in the mood for gentle.
He missed nothing, his eyes roaming over my expressions from behind his furrowed brows. “Fuck, baby. So damn tight. I’m not going to last.” He tucked his lips into his teeth and continued to stroke in and out of me, each thrust better than the last. The walls of my pussy were alive like never before. I wanted more. I never wanted this to end.
Cade jerked one hand down and wiggled it between our bodies. He pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed.
I moaned louder at the pressure. I was going to explode. Not like I had all the other times he’d brought me to orgasm, but on an entirely different plane of pleasure. It scared me. I clutched at him, feeling out of control. I teetered toward a realm I knew nothing about. And I wasn’t sure my heart could survive.
I screamed. “Cade.” And then I slammed over the top, my orgasm milking Cade’s cock as my body did what it was made to do. It went on for much longer than expected, my clit rhythmically throbbing against Cade’s thumb as he continued to thrust into me, harder now. Faster.
My orgasm was just easing up when Cade suddenly thrust deep and held steady, his thickness buried deep. I felt his release as he came inside me, his cock pulsing in the same manner as my pussy had clenched around him.
He did this for several moments before he finally seemed to see me again. He slumped lower against me, squishing me. I didn’t care. I didn’t want him to pull out. Ever. I was okay with starving to death in this bed. Better than okay.
But Cade caught his breath, pulled out slowly, and flopped to one side of me on his back. He hauled me with him, dragging me like a rag doll onto his chest, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
His chest heaved. “I think you killed me. See if I have a pulse.”
“Won’t do any good because I died before you did,” I said against his chest. I couldn’t lift my cheek.
Chapter Fourteen
At midnight, we were both leaning over the coffee table nibbling on the assortment of appetizers we’d ordered from room service.
We hadn’t eaten much since our late lunch, and we were starving. When Cade finally leaned back against the couch and propped his feet on the table, I climbed over him to straddle his lap. He wore his flannel pajama pants. I wore the skimpy robe that was now completely open in the front. I ground myself on his coc
k, loving the feel of his hardness at my entrance, even through his pants.
Cade grabbed my arms and held me steady. “I’ve created a monster.”
“You promised me hard and fast for the second round.”
He chuckled. “I think you’re forgetting a step, baby. I believe I said I was going to spank you and then fuck you. Big difference.”
I shrugged. My pussy clenched.
“Baby, are you trying to goad me into punishing you?”
“Maybe.” I let that word drag out.
He rolled his eyes. “What good is spanking you going to do if you like it?”
“I don’t know, but I’m willing to find out.” I was shocked by my new boldness.
Cade hesitated for one second, and then he moved fast, flipping me over his knee so that I landed hard against his thighs. Before I could catch my breath, he jerked the silk robe off my shoulders, but left my arms trapped inside the sleeves. He held the wadded ball of material at my lower back. I had no balance. My feet were in the air.
Cade molded his palm over my ass and squeezed hard. His touch was rough. He didn’t give me much of a warmup before he landed the first spank.
I flinched on a moan. I really was a bit of a slut. Wetness spread between my legs. I needed more. Whatever he would give me.
Cade soothed the spot where his hand had landed for a few seconds and then swatted me again.
This time I arched into his touch, my voice caught in my throat.
“Oh, baby. You needed this. Didn’t you?”
I didn’t respond.
“It feels so good, baby.” He spanked me again. Two more times, once on each cheek. Then he rubbed the spot. “Spread your thighs, baby.”
I squirmed to do his bidding. It was hard without the use of my arms. I was totally off balance.
Cade shocked me by thrusting two fingers into my pussy.
I screamed. It felt so good.
He removed his fingers and groaned. “Last time I’ll be able to punish you with a spanking. I can see that.” His hand landed again, this time at the juncture between my thigh and my ass. That one hurt. He had my attention.
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