Page 58 of Dirty Little Secrets
“From now on…” A deep, feral growl reverberates inmy chest as her clumsy fingers unbuckle my belt. My cock spills out, her needy hand tugging at the base. I arch over, intoxicated by her smell as I grunt, tightening my grip around her throat, “From now on, you will say thank you every time my cock makes you come. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I loop my hand around her thigh, nails scratching along her skin as I hoist her up and slam her against the wall, my dick grazing her crying cunt.
“Yes, sir,” she moans, fisting the roots of my hair as I move her panties to the side and surge inside of her. “Oh, God!”
“Does this feel good?” I ask, covering her mouth as I thrust in and out of her, my balls slapping that untouched ass of hers. Her silenced screams dampen my palm, her pussy clenching around me. “You want to come? You want to come all over my fucking cock?” She nods, eyes wide and raw and glorious. “Okay, mami, come. Come for me.”
Emery explodes around me, whimpering through the cracks in my fingers, “Thank you, thank you.” I let her release reach her toes before I quicken my pace against her. “I?—”
“Take it,” I grunt, dipping my head into the crook of her neck as I plant sloppy open-mouthed kisses all over her soft skin, my balls heavy and full with an impending explosion. “Take it. Yes, fucking take it.” Her legs quiver around me, tightening around my waist, squeezing the cum out of my fucking cock. “Come with me. Come with me…”
Her thank yous are muffled whispers as I unload inside of her, my cum dripping from her pussy and onto my cock as we clasp onto one another for stability, support, and grounding.
“Again,” she breathes into my ear, panting and insatiable. “I want more.”
I smile, resting my forehead on hers. “Later,” I hum, catching my own breath. “I have some business to take care of first.”
“Mr. Cavanaugh!”Gretchen frantically hops out of her chair, leaning over the front desk of NovaTech as I storm past reception. “Where are you going?! Mr. Cavanaugh!”
“Is he in?” I ask, gaze darting to Quinton’s office.
“He’s, uh…” Gretchen swallows. “Indisposed at the moment.”
“Of course, he is,” I scoff, turning down the hallway as Gretchen calls out after me. “Relax. This won’t take long.”
Quinton is behaving like a fucking child. Testing boundaries. Trying to understand just how far he can push me before I snap. Does he think I’ll allow him to send Emery gifts? Does he truly believe I’ll turn my back on his attempts to undermine me? He’s a fool. A fucking idiot. I know how to guard what I value the most. And it’s not with fucking hay. It’s with a gun and armor and a fully stocked artillery.
I slam open Quinton’s office door and cringe.Classy. His head snaps in my direction, a grimy smirk on his face. “Cavanaugh.” My gaze flits down to the young woman in a lab coat on her knees in front of him, his dick so far inside her mouth I can practically see it poking out of her damn head. “What a surprise. I don’t believe I have you on my schedule for today.”
“I see you’re putting your interns to good use,” I jeer. “Some things never change.”
“Always so uptight,” Quinton chuckles, patting the blonde’s head. “That’s enough, darling.” She pulls away, wiping the spit from her chin as he zips up his pants. “Run along now.” The intern scrambles to her feet, covering her face as she dashes out of the office. Quinton buckles his belt, sauntering over to the mini bar at the far end of the room. “So, how can I help you, Cavanaugh?”
“Stay away from Emery,” I say, voice level and calm despite the rage brewing inside of me. “Do not call her. Do not send her presents. Don’t even fucking look at her.”
“She called me,” he says, pouring a glass of scotch. He shrugs, swirling the amber liquor around. “It appears to me that you’re speaking to the wrong party regarding your request.”
“Stay away from her,” I repeat myself, this time more aggressively, more assertively. “I mean it.”
Quinton rolls his eyes, sighing. “Put your feathers away, Cavanaugh, you look like a bloody peacock right now.” He takes a small sip of his drink, rounding his desk. “All I did was send little Emery a welcome gift.” My teeth clench. “If I recall, you did the samething to Alison when she joined the club, did you not?”
“She was mine,” I grunt, fisting my hands. “It was my job to welcome her.”
Quinton blinks, lifting a brow. “Yours? Bloody hell, that accident must’ve caused you some severe head trauma if you can’t recall simple facts.” He tilts his head. “Ifound her, Cavanaugh.Isaw her first. You…” A tinge of emotion flashes across his vile face. “You stole her from me.” He pauses. “Twice.”
“Jesus Christ,” I grumble, running a hand through my hair. “This again? Are you serious?”
“As serious as a DUI,” Quinton chirps, casting me a knowing smile. “Would you like a drink, Cavanaugh? I know how much alcohol soothes you when you’re distressed.”
Pain zaps my gut. “Don’t go there,” I say, stalking toward him. “I could bleed you for millions.”
Quinton clicks his tongue. “Oh relax, I have no desire for a lawsuit. Your secret is safe with me and my father.” I remain silent, guilt crippling my ability to speak. “Although…” He taps his lips. “If I did leak the truth, perhaps my chances with Emery would skyrocket.” He grins. “Given you’d be in prison and all.”
“As would you,” I hiss, my hatred for him oozing through my pores. “And your father. You’re not so innocent yourself, Quinton. Don’t act like a fucking saint.”
His expression hardens. “But I am innocent, aren’t I? I didn’t?—”
