Page 78 of Beyond the Cage
“You’re welcome,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jeez.He smirks and steps out of the shower.Talk about ‘wham bam’…not even a ‘thank you, ma’am’.As he grabs a towel, I turn back to my shower. When I get out, I slip on one of the big bathrobes. The way he’s going, it’s better if I just stay naked. But I’m not complaining. Trust me.
I find him in the living room doing crunches, wearing only basketball shorts. Hmm…got to maintain those beautiful abs. I don’t see how he could get any sexier. I could sit and stare at him all day. Taking a seat around the breakfast-laden table, I settle in to do just that while I eat. He flashes me a dazzling smile, and hops to his feet.
“Why’d you stop? I was enjoying the show.”
He picks up a small paper bag from the dining table and hands it to me.
“What’s this?”
Opening it, I peer inside. Morning-after pills. Just when I thought I couldn’t love him any more…
“Thank you.”
I set it down on the table and watch as he takes the chair across from me. He makes no move toward the food and just sits there staring at me.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
He gives me the most lascivious look I’ve seen to date, and smirks. Every muscle in my body tightens. Every. Muscle. No hyperbole. I squeeze my thighs together under the table.
“Not me,” I clarify. “Breakfast.”
His smirk turns into a smile as he stands. Lifting me out of my chair, he settles me on his lap.But…wait a minute…whynotme?
“Well…maybe later. I’m starving.”
I finish my breakfast, feeding him from my plate. He behaves for the most part, copping the occasional feel. The moment I take my last bite, he repositions me on his lap so I’m sitting directly on his erection.
“And how long has that been going on?” I turn around, straddle him, and wrap my arms around his neck. “What’s up with you? You’re being even more of a horn dog than you usually are.”
His gaze drops and he unties the belt of my robe. A shiver runs down my spine as he pushes the sides apart. At his satisfied smile, I look down at my hickey-covered breasts. He cups them, pushing them together. With a giggle, I pull his face in to them and execute a little shimmy. He finishes what I started, motorboating me. When he starts nipping at the sides of my breasts, I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back.
“What am I going to do with you and your corporeal appetites?” He reaches down, and I watch as he releases the Kraken. Leaning in, I whisper against his lips, “Is that what you want? You want me to ride it, Daddy?”
He presses his lips to mine as his fingers circle my clit. He moans when he finds I’m already wet. I can’t help it; just being near him makes my pussy weep. His tongue slips past my lips at the same moment his finger glides past my lower lips. I whimper as his free hand weaves into my hair, pulling me closer to him. I raise my hips, letting him know I’m ready. I need him inside me now. He grabs my hips and guides me. As I slide down, stretching to take all of him, I pull back and gaze into his eyes – his gorgeous eyes that captivate me each time I look at him. He has entranced me, mind, body, and soul. My heart is his. I pray he doesn’t break it.
Someone raps swiftly on the door and we both groan. He shoots me an apologetic look before I can say anything. That means he has to answer it.Fuck!I stand, fixing my robe as he heads to the door.
“Of all things holy…don’t you know better than to open the door looking like that?”
I crane my neck to see who the effeminate voice came from. A hand with French-manicured nails reaches out to touch Cameron’s chest and he grabs it, giving the visitor a deadly look of warning. He pulls his hand out of Cameron’s grip and breezes past him in a flurry of bright colors.
“So touchy!” He notices me standing there and turns toward me. “So…this is her.”
He circles me, sweeping my body with an evaluative look. I do the same, taking in his red and green hair, bright pink shirt, and black leather pants.Who the hell is he supposed to be?
“Not bad, Jackson. Let’s just see exactly what I have to work with.”
He reaches for my robe and I jump back. Cameron grabs his hand again, giving him an even more ferocious look.
“Okay, I got it. Hands off. Like you don’t already know I’d rather touch you, you hunk of a man.”
Well, I can’t argue with that. Cameron drops his hand and the man walks out of the room, returning with a rolling rack of women’s clothes.
“Who is he?” I whisper.
“The name’s Germaine, but you can call me Gem, sweetheart, ’cause that’s exactly what I am.”
