“Can I help you with something?” Cassey asks, keeping her voice hard with impassivity. Her eyes are still a little red.
“What you said in the elevator earlier - ”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” she says quickly, interrupting me. “It’s not appropriate - ”
“Will you let me finish talking, dammit?”
Her eyes widen at the tone of my voice and she snaps her lips closed.
“Is it true? That you need to find a new place to stay?”
“Yes, but Kyler - ”
“I can help you,” I say, cutting her off.
“How?”
“I have a friend who’s a real estate developer, and they’re finishing off a new block of apartments not too far from here. I call him, and he said we can go look at them tomorrow.”
“Why would you do that for me?” I hate how suspicious and incredulous her voice sounds. Like she doesn’t quite trust me. I’m going to have to change that.
“Because I wanted to,” I reply honestly.
“Wow,” she breathes out. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. We have one thing to clear up first.”
“And that is?”
“Well,” I rub the back of my neck, “They won’t be ready for one more week.”
Cassey’s face drops and she leans against her desk. “I don’t have anywhere to stay until then…I can’t stay with Quinn and Jarred, and I can’t afford a hotel for that long… oh no, what am I going to do.”
I take a breath, because for some reason I feel nervous about what I’m going to say next.
“You can stay with me.”
Cassey shakes her head. “No, no, that can’t happen. It’s a terrible idea.” “Ouch,” I chuckle.
“You know I’m right, Kyler. It’s crazy!”
I take a step closer. “I know you have no other option, and I’m offering to help you.”
“I…uh…” Cassey hesitates. “Will we have to share a bed?”
“No.” I keep my face straight. “But if you want to…”
Cassey’s eyes bug out. “If this is some ridiculous ploy to get me to sleep with you, it won’t work.”
Closing the space between us, I rest my hands on her hips and lean down close enough to touch her nose with mine. “It’s already working, because I can hear you think about it. I’m offering to help you, Cass, just accept it. I’ve already told you we’re going to happen.”
Her breaths quicken, and I grip her hips tighter to stop myself from sliding them up to her tits. Her gold blouse is unbuttoned, and her perfect tits are spilling out from her white lace bra. Her skin looks soft, and I torture myself with thoughts of how it will feel under my fingertips, and how it will taste. “Say yes,” I whisper against her mouth.
Our eyes connect, her hazel to my blue, and I see her internal war. Her feelings, doubts and ability to think rationally all crash, and collide like waves. Until her decision is made.
“Okay,” she replies quietly.
Her eyes close and she presses her lips to mine.
Chapter 7
~ Cassey ~
Kyler opens the door to the new apartment I will hopefully be moving into in a weeks time, and I ponder my decision to stay with him until its ready. It really is crazy. But what other choice do I have? Jarred and Quinn have just moved in together, and the last thing I want is to crowd them. And I really can’t afford to stay at a hotel for a week.
“So, this is it,” Kyler says. His hand rests on my lower back, but I try not to allow it to affect me. It’s proving to be very distracting, especially when I can feel the heat radiating from his fingers.
“It’s beautiful,” I reply. And it is. Taking a step further into the open space, I immediately fall in love with the openness and the light that comes through to huge windows.
There’s no furniture, but I can fill it up a few pieces at a time until it’s a home. My home.
“It comes fully furnished, so by the time you move in, it’ll all be here,” Kyler says, as if reading my thoughts.
“I’m not sure I can afford the rent on a place like this,” I remark, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“You can look at the lease agreement, and then decide. If you can’t afford it, I’ll help you find another place.”
“Even so, I doubt it will fall into my price range. But I appreciate you helping me,” I pause. “Although, I have no idea why you’re doing it if not to get into my panties.”
Kyler’s mouth twists into a sinful smile and walks over to where to I’m standing.
“You know I want into your panties, Cass, but I’m doing this to be nice. Guys are capable of being nice without ulterior motives.”
“Do you have ulterior motives, Kyler?” I ask, looking into his vivid blue eyes. “You’ll have to wait to find out,” he answers flirtatiously.
I roll my eyes. What have I gotten myself into?
∞
“You’re doing what?” Quinn’s shrill voice pierces my ears and I hold my phone a little further away.
“Quinn, don’t make a big deal about this. It’s only for a week.” “Still! You’re moving in with Kyler for a week???”
I sigh, taking a look around Kyler’s spacious loft apartment. I moved in this morning, after Kyler gave me the day off to get settled. Now I just have to survive the next few days until my new place is ready. After looking at the lease agreement, it turns out that I can afford it.
I have a suspicion that Kyler somehow made that possible, but I’m in no position to say no right now. I’m already in a corner. “I have no other option,” I reply, feeling like a child who has been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
“You could’ve stayed here?”
“No! You and Jarred have just gotten settled, and I don’t feel like crashing on a couch for a week, Quinn.”
I hear her exhale on the other side of the phone. “So how is it going to work then, Cass?”
“I’ll be here until Sunday, and then Kyler will help me move into my new place.”
“And how do you know he’s not just doing this to screw you?” “Would that be a problem?”
“Ugh,” Quinn huffs in frustration. “I hate it when you answer my questions with a question.”
“I know,” I chuckle.
“Are you sure there’s no other option?”
It’s my turn to sigh. “I wish there was - ”
“Liar,” Quinn retorts, her voice thick with amusement.
“Okay, maybe I’m a little excited, but it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it. He’s still my boss.”
“Yeah, Miss Broken Record, I heard you first hundred ties you used that excuse, but I want you to do something for me, Cass, and something for yourself too, okay?”
“What?” I ask.
Quinn hesitates for a second, and then replies, “Just let go, and give yourself the chance to have some fun. Forget about the complications, even if it’s just one night. Just make sure Kyler wraps it before he taps it, I’m too young to be a Godmother.”
“Quinn!” I admonish. “What makes you think anything will happen tonight?”
“Oh it will, and you will tell me every single orgasmic detail tomorrow at lunch.”
“You are ridiculous,” I say.
“And you my friend are finally getting laid. I’d bet my salary on it.” “Again, Quinn, you’re ridiculous, and I need to make dinner.”
She gasps. “You see, it always starts with dinner! God, I’m more excited for Kyler to clean out the cobwebs between those gorgeous legs of yours than you are. Which reminds me, I hope you waxed, no man likes bush diving in the Amazon jungle, sweetie.”
“Oh my God, you’re gross, and I’m hanging up now!”
Quinn squeals for some reason and I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “Okay,” she chimes. “Have fun and I hope you get no sleep tonight! Love you sis! Bye!”
“Love you too. Bye!”
I put
my phone down on the counter, laughing at my best friend. She’s definitely the crazier one out of the two of us. Kyler’s going to be home late - that sounds weird, he’ll be home - so I put the lasagna in the oven on a low heat, setting the timer for ninety minutes, and decide to finish unpacking my things in the guest bedroom.
I wrap the silky bathrobe Kyler bought me around my still damp body and comb out my hair. I have no idea why Kyler bought it, or the luxurious Vanilla and Jasmine bath products, but he did, and it surprised me. It made me feel…taken care of. Something I’ve never felt before. Then again, when it comes to Kyler, I’m constantly in unchartered territory. I check the clock next to the end and it reads ten thirty p.m. I’m tired, so I make my way into the kitchen for a glass of water. I stand in front of the windows that overlook the city and marvel at the lights.
When I hear the front door open, and shut, I jump a little, spinning around to find Kyler standing just inside the apartment.
The air between us shifts, and I notice the way his eyes slide down my body, watching me.
“Hey.” My voice is soft, but hoarse. I return his heated gaze and lick my suddenly parched mouth. He looks dangerously sexy in his black suit, and grey shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, showing some of the smooth skin of his chest.
“Hi,” he replies. The sound of his shoes on the hardwood floors echo through the space, and my heart rate increases as he slowly stalks towards me. “How was your day?” I ask. I hear the tremble in my throat.
“Good. Did you get settled in okay?”
I fiddle with my fingers, my body suddenly humming with nervous energy. “Yes, thank you.”
He nods once, looking around the kitchen. “Did you make dinner?” he asks, the surprise in his voice clear.
“Yeah,” I reply. “I thought you’d be hungry when you got home, so I made lasagna.”
Kyler opens the oven and I hear him sniff audibly. “Hmmm, smells good. Did you speak to my Mom?”
“No, why?”
“Because lasagna is my favorite.”
“It is?”
He chuckles. “Yeah. My Mom made it for me all time when I was a kid. I haven’t had home made lasagna in…God I can’t even remember when.” I brush past him, and take two plates out of the cupboards for each of us. “Can I pour you some wine?” Kyler asks, taking a bottle of red wine out the fridge.
“Sure,” I reply.
I take the food out the oven and put some on a plate for Kyler, and then for myself. I set them down and take a seat at the breakfast bar. He joins me, placing my glass in front of me. He settles into his seat, and takes the first bite. I’m about to do the same when I catch a glimpse of the way his lips wrap around the fork, and slide over it as he pulls it out. His jaw works, chewing, and then his throat constricts as he swallows. His Adams apple bobs up and down, and I find myself being turned on by the simple act of Kyler eating my food. “Hmmm….”He groans.“It’s almost better than my Mom’s…Just don’t tell her I said that.”
I giggle, relaxing. “Your secret is safe with me.”
We eat in comfortable silence, and when we’re done, I clear our plates and pack the dishwasher.
Kyler’s voice breaks into the quiet. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah,” I reply, turning to face him.
“What’s the deal with you and my parents?”
His question takes me a little of guard, but I answer him honestly. “After my first week at Knight Media, your Dad made a joke and said I need to get more meat on my bones, and a week later your Mom invited me for Sunday lunch. I didn’t think it would happen again, since your Dad was my boss, but for some reason, your parents made it a regular thing. They’ve been stuck with me ever since.” I think back to the first time I had lunch with Richard and Estelle, and how amazing it felt to spend time with them, to feel a sense of family. “What about your parents?” Kyler asks. It’s an innocent question, and it’s normal for him to be curious. But it doesn’t make talking about my good-fornothing parents.
“They’re not in the picture,” I reply, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. I don’t want him to know where I come from.
“So,” I continue, “How does it feel to be taking over from your Dad?” It’s a half-hearted attempt to change the topic. My parents aren’t worth talking about.
Kyler’s mouth lifts into a lopsided grin, taking my cue, and stops in front of me. The warmth from his body hits me and I shiver, hoping to God my pebbled nipples aren’t too visible. Kyler’s hand reaches for my neck, his finger brushing over my pulse. There’s no doubt he can feel my heart racing. Stupid, disloyal organ. “I have no desire to talk about work,” he replies. His hand trails lower, and he rubs my nipple with the pad of his thumb. I suck in a breath when his touch resonates with every part of my body and causes moisture to pool between my legs. I’m about to question my decision to forgo panties, when his other hand pulls the bow at my waist and the flimsy material of my robe falls open. I’m naked beneath it, and Kyler’s eyes dip, searing my naked flesh. “W-w-what are you doing?” I stutter. I should stop him, but I’d be lying if I said I want him to stop.
“I’m trying to convince myself this is a bad idea.”
“It is.”
“Maybe so, but how can something that looks so good be so bad?” My response gets stuck in my throat when Kyler lifts his hands to my shoulders and slips the robe off my shoulders until it’s pooled at my feet. I’m completely naked, and my cheeks flush but I don’t break eye contact. I’m too riveted, and turned on, by the look on Kyler’s face.
“Tell me what I have to do,” Kyler continues. “To get you in my bed and beneath me.”
I only think about it for a split second, when Quinn’s words from earlier float through my lust-filled haze. Forget about the complications, even if it’s just one night.
With those final words in my head, I reply, “Take me.”
Kyler lowers his head, until our mouths are inches apart. His hot breath washes over my face. “Tell me you want this,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
Kyler smiles, “Good girl.”
He seals my mouth with his, opening it with his tongue. As his mouth seduces me, his hands cup my breasts, and they weigh heavy in his hands. I moan, leaning into him. My body ignites, the feel of Kyler’s hard body pressed against mine fanning the flame. He cups my butt, his hands slipping further down to lift me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the bulge beneath the zipper of his slacks, and I rub myself against him.
I make a strangled sound, but it’s muffled and swallowed by Kyler’s mouth. He starts walking us down the hall, never breaking contact, and I thread my hands through the silky chocolate strands of his hair, pulling and tugging. Kyler steps into his bedroom and lays me down on his King size bed. I start unbuttoning his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, tracing my fingers over every sinewy curve of the muscles in his back. He pulls back, and throws his shirt onto the floor. When he brings his eyes back to mine, they shine and overflow with lust, and desire, and in this moment, I feel it too. All of it. I reach down and unbuckle Kyler’s belt, and unzip his slacks. He kicks them off and I open my legs to accommodate his waist as he settles on top of me. He kisses me, murmuring words like “beautiful” and “sexy” against my lips, making me smile. His erection presses against me, and he feels…big.
Slipping his hand between us, his fingers slide between the slick folds of my cleft and my hips buck. “Ohhh,” I moan.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod. “Kyler…” my words disappear when Kyler moves lower.
“Ssshh,” he coos. “I’ll make you feel good.”
His head hovers between my legs, and I lift onto my elbows so that I can see him. He has that wolfish grin on his face and the image takes me back to my dream.
Even though he can’t see me, save for the soft moonlight filtering through his windows, I feel the blush rising in my cheeks.
“You look gorgeous,” Kyler says, his breath caressing the tender flesh of my pussy.“Smooth as a Georgia peach.” He pushes a finger into my drenched entrance, and I throw my head back, exhaling quickly through my nose.
“Look at me,” Kyler commands, and I listen, whipping my head up immediately. “I want you to watch.”
His mouth descends, pressing a light feathery kiss just above my clit, and then licks, upwards from my entrance. I whimper, grabbing hold of his hair, and pushing him down.
“Oh God… please.”
He chuckles and starts moving his finger in and out. “So snug,” he says. “So delicious.”
Another finger presses into me as Kyler lifts my legs around his neck so that my heels rest on his shoulder blades. Without looking away, his fingers push in and out, slowly, methodically, and his tongue strokes my clit. He sucks the little nub into his mouth and I cry out, barely able to hold myself up. My hips start moving and I ride his fingers and his mouth, murmuring incoherent sounds of pleasure.
Kyler hums and twists his fingers, pressing my g-spot over and over until my toes curl and my body starts shaking.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh fuck…”
My orgasm rips through me, erupting low in my belly and into Kyler’s mouth. I shake, and writhe, gripping Kyler’s head between my thighs. He moves them back down on the bed and sits up to remove his boxer briefs.
He crawls over me, pressing a kiss to my mouth so than I can taste my arousal on his lips. The salty sweet relish is a heady aphrodisiac. I hear the bedside drawer open, and close, and the sound of a foil wrapper. When I manage to open my heavy eyes, I see Kyler’s hard cock, fully erect and ready. And bigger than I expected. He slides the condom down, and rubs the lush head of his erection over my clit before positioning it at my center.
I grip the sheets as he slowly enters me, and pinch my eyes closed. He pushes in a little further, and then stops, giving me a moment to adjust. “Fuck, Cass, you’re tight. Relax your muscles baby.”
I take a deep breath and let my legs fall to the side. Kyler rests on his forearms on either side of my head, and inches into me the rest of the way. “Are you okay?” he asks softly, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I’m good.” I’m actually more than good. Despite the tight fit, my body willingly and readily clutches his generous girth and welcomes him. Kyler’s wolfish grin returns. “I’m about to make it a whole lot better.”
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