by Rynne Raines
A frustrated huff of breath sent the blaring red bangs out of her eyes, only to have them fall back down again. Jesus, when had her office transformed into a damned walk-in closet? She flung a platinum stiletto over her shoulder, then winced when it thumped against the wall. Defeated, she sat back on her haunches and rested her hands on stocking-clad thighs.
Her lips pursed as her mind wandered back to her morning. Following such blissful intimacy in the shower, time should have been suspended, slowed, allowed to be savored. After all, it wasn’t every day she woke to the devil on her doorstep who was willing to provide bagels and orgasms.
But there’d been no savoring.
Instead, Cade had yanked on his jeans, tossed his riding jacket over his naked torso, kissed her hard and assured her he’d administer proper punishment for her disobedience soon. He had meant to torture her with wondering when he would follow through on his promise. She was sure of it.
Startled, Bianca jerked. Her head thumped against oak, producing an unflattering hollow knock followed with her low curse. Along with the ringing in hear ears from the blow, the chime of her cell phone blared from what seemed like every corner of the ten-by-ten room. She scrubbed a palm over her head and hunted the sound.
“Now how the hell did you end up in here?” She glared at the small purple bag inside her filing cabinet, then stuffed a hand in and snagged the cell on the last ring. “Y’ello.”
“Where are you?” The rich tone hummed through the earpiece. She cradled the phone against her shoulder as heat snaked over her skin and her throat tightened, like always when she heard Cade’s voice.
“This is a private number—how’d you get it?”
“Irrelevant. Answer the question.”
“In my office, just about to head home.” Bianca braced a hip on the edge of her desk and couldn’t help but smile at the low command in his tone. “Calling in your punishment so soon?”
“If I were calling in the punishment, believe me, you’d know it. Reach inside the change pouch of your purse.”
Never one for small talk, she mused and dipped two fingers inside the pocket, jingling the change. “Are you going to clue me in on what I’m looking for?”
“You’ll know when you find it.” The tip of her index finger hooked a ring of plastic attached to a small, smooth bullet-shaped object and excitement rippled to her toes. “I’ll assume the silence means you’ve found it.”
“Yeah, found it.” Bianca chewed her bottom lip as John’s and Vanessa’s voices held a steady head of steam in the hallway. “I’m thinking we should continue this conversation face to face.”
When Cade had managed to tuck the small intimate vibrator in her purse was beyond her, but what he intended her to do with it bothered her more.
“Um…give me five minutes. I’m nearly out the door. I’ll meet you—”
“Stop.”
Her heels skidded on the area rug three feet short of the door and her shoulders sank. One command, one word was all it took for him to take the reins and have her body comply.
“Listen,” she nearly sighed the word, “I’m at work. There are people in the hall. And I’m more than certain whatever it is you want me to do with this little vibrating gem is beyond scandalous.”
“That much is true, but leave that office and you’ll be wearing the mark of my palm across your ass for the next week.”
Closing her eyes, Bianca readjusted her grip on the phone as her imagination ran wild. “You’re going to get me fired.”
“Get fired and I’ll hire you on as a cheesecake tester at the restaurant.”
“Not funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke. Climb on your desk and lay on your back.”
“Um…” she glanced over her shoulder and cringed, “…remember what my kitchen counters looked like this morning? Times that by ten.”
Thirty seconds of silence had her nervously winding a strand of hair around two fingers.
“Bianca.”
“Yes?”
“If I have to come and clear it off, I promise, you’ll be begging for the mercy of my flog.” His voice was steady, too steady to be bluffing.
She shuddered and pulled her fingers free from her hair. “Okay, okay. One minute.” Flustered, she awkwardly scooped the paperwork and mugs, balanced them on top of the file cabinet, then quickly swiped at the monkey. “Christ,” she swore as its cymbals crashed together and the teeth began to chatter.
On Cade’s low growl, she decided against trying to turn it off, stuffed it under a stack of promotional pamphlets in the bottom drawer of her desk, and kicked it shut.
“All right, I’m on the desk.” On her back, she balanced her heels on the edge and stared up at the ceiling as her heart pounded faster.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’ll do exactly as I ask, no hesitation, no questions. Start by unclamping those knees.”
“You really do think I’m a prude.” She glanced at her secured legs and half smiled into the phone.
“Hardly,” he scoffed. “However, I’m well aware when your tone reaches the octave above soprano, those beautiful legs are frequently clamped shut. Relax for me—let them fall open, wide, as if my hands are pressed on your thighs pushing them apart.”
She swallowed hard, moistened her lips, and visualized.
“And hike up the prissy little skirt I know you’re wearing.”
Her stomach fluttered as she scrunched the skirt half way up her hips. While the air conditioner hummed a slow stream of cold, it didn’t touch the flames licking over her skin.
“Now, ring the vibrator on your middle finger, turn it on—I imagine you want to slide it over those soaked panties.”
“Now that you mention it.” It irritated and aroused her that he knew her body so well.
“Well, you’re not going to. I’ll decide where and when you can touch yourself.”
“Cade,” she glanced at the door, “someone could walk in any minute.”
“True, someone could. However, keep arguing and I will come down there, tie you naked to that desk, and invite the entire club in to watch me fuck you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” A sharp breath caught in her throat.
“Try me.”
Those two words had her fingernails dug in to the edge of the desk and her cleft throbbing. She’d never thought herself an exhibitionist, yet somehow the idea of being restrained to her desk in front of an audience while Cade worshipped her with his cock had her biting back a moan.
“All right,” she said out of breath. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Over the next few minutes, she listened closely to his instructions and couldn’t help but squirm with each rich syllable.
Top to bottom, Bianca unfastened the buttons on her blouse then released the front clasp on her bra. A sense of liberation soared through her as cool air kissed each nipple, drawing them taut. If someone walked in, she’d make number one on the list of scandalous dismissals.
She didn’t care anymore.
Following the intricate path Cade chose for her, Bianca ran the smooth edge of the vibrator just under her earlobe, slowly over her throat, down the cavern between her breasts making sure to avoid her nipples, at Cade’s command. Her tummy quivered as she circled it around her bellybutton, up the inside of one thigh, down the other. One inch to the left and she’d be in heaven…
She didn’t dare.
When he finally permitted her to touch her nipples, an explosion of pleasure burst through her. The initial vibrations made her jump. Her back arched with an inhuman curve and a moan exploded free. When the phone slipped from her shoulder, she didn’t bother readjusting it, but merely turned her cheek into it so she could still savor the sound of his voice.
“Now,” he whispered, “jerk those panties aside with your free hand. Spread yourself with your ring and index finger and lightly touch your clit.”
Completely engrossed, she closed her eyes and grazed her fingers along her slippery cleft
. A ragged groan sputtered past her lips. She knew herself well, had been down this road a thousand times before. Being single as long as she’d been, masturbation was a must. How many countless nights had she spent in bed with her fingers inside of her, imagining they were Cade’s cock? Too many to keep track of, she decided. He’d played the role of her fantasy lover on numerous occasions. Never exactly like this, but he’d been there, in her mind, coaxing her to orgasm with his mouth, his hands, his cock.
“Does it feel good?”
“Oh, God,” she choked out. “How can you even ask me that?”
“Would you prefer it were my fingers inside of you?”
“Oh, yes—”
The scream that tore from her throat muffled against a calloused palm as the thrust of a third finger penetrated her. Her entire body jerked with the invasion, but she was pinned by the forearm across her abdomen, by the force of a large hand trapping hers against her slick mound. Her heart jack-hammered and continued to do so even when her eyes locked with the dark gaze above her.
“Hush,” Cade murmured and measured the weight of Bianca’s anger against arousal.
A halo of fire spilled over the desk and around her head while those ashen blue eyes flashed with the promise of murder. A slow death but well worth it, he mused as the long slender fingers of her free hand constricted hard on his wrist. She tried to pry his palm off her mouth, no doubt so she could curse him. But he wasn’t in the mood for her cursing, not tonight. Instead, he pressed up firmly on the two fingers she had inside her slick cunt. Her sharp nails dug into the meat of his wrist while her hot breath burned his palm. The moan was hushed under his hand but he gauged her arousal over nine points on the Richter scale.
His own went far beyond that.
Seeing Bianca splayed out like some type of offering on a sacrificial alter had his blood boiling and his cock aching. He flexed the muscle in his jaw. Although her blouse and bra crumpled around her and her skirt rode high past her hips, she was the picture of perfection. Watching her pleasure herself had taken him past his breaking point. But while the need to drop to his knees and bury his face between her milky thighs had been extreme, he’d refrained—he’d had to—until being certain she was at the peak of her arousal.
“Do not. Move.” Cade lowered his head, grazed his lips across her feverish forehead. “Do not. Speak.”
She trembled when he removed his hand from her mouth, but said nothing. Within that single act, he knew then that she’d given herself over to him, fully. The Dom inside him roared in triumph, yet the man—the lover—knew he’d won no victory tonight. At least, not the one he wanted. He stared down at her and clenched his teeth against the sudden ache in his chest. If anything, the stakes had gotten higher.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
Cade tugged lightly on her wrist, withdrawing her fingers from her tight pussy. He relished her shudder when she locked eyes with his as he placed the slippery digits in his mouth. He moaned at the taste of her and flicked his tongue between her fingers before sucking them clean. Nothing in this world compared to the taste of her.
“Relax.” He pushed her arms above her head, arranging her hands so one clasped the other. Then he lowered his lips to her throat, and pressed hungry, open-mouthed kisses over her burning skin, and down her breasts and tummy, while working another finger inside her. “You make me want to do very, very bad things to you, angel. Afraid my restraint’s run out.” On those words, her pussy gripped his fingers with a violent throb.
When he moved to stand between her legs, the sweet scent of her dampness clawed at his insides. The heavy desire in her eyes broke him. This moment was a long time coming.
Spreading her tender folds, Cade covered her slippery clit with his hot mouth and sucked it against his tongue. Bianca’s gasp had his eyes closing. Sweet Heaven. Although he could spend hours devouring her, he couldn’t wait much longer to be inside her. He scraped his teeth lightly over the hard nub, thrust his fingers, and savored the sudden buck of her hips, the tightening of her muscles. Still half-conscious of where they were, he quickly reached his hand up and covered her mouth just in time to silence the piercing scream as her body convulsed.
The sensation of her climax pulsing against his lips would’ve been enough to have him spent in his jeans, if not for how desperately he needed to fuck her. Without an ounce of willpower left, he jerked her up into a sitting position and sealed his mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. In the background of their heavy breathing, one of the cell phones on the desk blared and danced, but Cade ignored it and kissed her like a desperate man. At the moment, he couldn’t have cared less about Dom etiquette. He was desperate for her and she knew it.
“I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “Now.”
More than anything Bianca wanted to smile at the hoarse sound of his voice, reach for the fly of his jeans, pry it open and grip that rock-hard cock. However, the unfamiliar tune coming from the razor-slim phone behind her broke her concentration. “God, maybe…maybe you should just get that.” She shivered as his mouth wandered.
“Fuck. No.”
Her neck went limp as Cade shoved her legs wider, pressing his denim-sheathed hard-on against her swollen clit. Another bout of heat flashed over her skin, but the ringing continued. Every voice in her head screamed to ignore it, but she pressed her hands against his shoulders and frowned. “It’s the fourth time.” She tried to catch her breath. “You know, your house could be on fire.”
“Let it burn.”
His kiss deepened, drained, consumed.
Bianca’s mind was a whirlwind. How many times had she dreamed of this very moment, of being back in his arms again? Was she honestly going to let something as ridiculous as background noise ruin this?
“Stop,” she demanded. “I—I can’t concentrate. Please, just, just get it.”
He violently cursed, then sighed and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist. “Fine, but don’t you dare move a muscle. I’m not finished with you.”
Bianca swallowed hard as he studied the screen, his expression shifted from irritation to concern. His smooth brow creased and he held up a finger. When he crossed to the far side of the room, then lowered and softened his voice, Bianca realized she wasn’t above eavesdropping.
“Hush, don’t cry…no, no, you didn’t interrupt anything, just stop crying…yeah, of course…I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She heard him swear softly before he shoved a hand roughly through his dark hair, but he didn’t immediately turn when the phone snapped shut. The probability that the mystery caller was another woman had thick knots of tension forming in Bianca’s shoulders. With Cade Sinclair, there was always another woman, she thought bitterly as the claws of jealousy sank into her stomach.
Fastening the last button on her shirt, Bianca slid off the desk and shoved her skirt in place. Her heart was pounding even faster than when Cade had caught her off guard, and wasn’t nearly as pleasurable. She spied him out of the corner of her eye and fought for composure. If he didn’t think what just happened between them was anything, she sure as hell wasn’t about to make a scene.
Still facing the wall, he murmured, “I—I have to go.”
“No problem.” She kept her tone light and painted her lips with the sweetest smile she could manage, then refused to let herself flinch when he came to her, ran his hands tenderly up and down her shoulders.
“You’re upset,” he whispered against the top of her head as he combed fingers through her hair.
“Don’t be silly,” she said, refusing to crumble in front of him.
“That was my…my sister…on the phone. She’s having a bit of a crisis—if it were anyone else…I—”
“You don’t have to explain.” Sister…right. “I understand.” Just as she understood four years ago when confronted by his other lover—one woman would never be enough to satisfy the vast sexual appetite of Cade Sinclair. With the bitter recollection fresh in her mind, stinging as i
f it had only happened yesterday, she flattened her palms against his chest. “Go on. Go.”
“All right, but we’re not finished here, Bianca.” He skimmed his lips over her forehead, then made for the door, pausing with his hand on the knob. “Nowhere near finished.”
The breath she’d been holding exited her lungs in a slow uneven stream. A shudder rippled over her skin. Unable to shift her gaze from the door, she hugged herself and tossed her hair back.
“That’s where you’re wrong,” she murmured to the empty room and cursed the bitter ache seeping into her chest. “We’re beyond finished.”
Chapter Eight
Rich green leaves and multi-colored petals sagged over the sidewalk leading up to Bianca’s modest-style duplex. With the asphalt already scorching under the heat of mid-morning sun, and no hint of a breeze, Cade shucked out of his riding jacket and flung it over the seat of his bike.
It was early enough on Sunday morning that the residential area was quiet. There were no cars rumbling down the road, no kids on bicycles zipping up and down the avenue. Apparently, all of Highland Street was still in bed. That was exactly where he should have been. In bed, with Bianca.
He drew off his sunglasses, cursed the glare of sunlight, then shoved them back on. Lack of sleep had his eyes burning and his body yearning for a soft place to rest his head. No doubt, he looked like grade-A shit. Though his temples throbbed with the threat of a migraine, and his hands vibrated from too much caffeine, he hadn’t been able to make himself to go home, catch twenty winks and come back clean-shaven and in fresh clothes.
He’d never done well with unresolved issues.
During the breaks between Rachel’s sobbing last night, he must have called Bianca at least fifteen times, only to get her answering machine. She was pissed at him. That much was obvious. Not without good reason, he’d decided on the drive over. Only a total douche would have left her in the office, vulnerable and on fire. Worse, she’d opened up to him again, given herself wholly to him, and he’d slammed the door in her face like a first-class prick.
