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I have her right where I want her. Placid, responsive, and thankfully quiet for what I’m about to say.
My voice is low and controlled as my breath falls on her ear. “If you think for one fucking second your body isn’t everything I want…” My voice catches in my throat as I palm her side, my thumb brushing along her breast as my pulse races in my veins. I take a deep breath to collect myself. “Everything I have been craving…” I blow softly on her collarbone and relish in the shiver I see roll through her body. “And everything I jack off to when I can’t sleep at night because you haunt all my waking moments…” My tongue slickens my lips as I pull back to stare hungrily at hers. “Then you’re not as smart as you think you are.”
In one last ditch effort, I grab her hand and place it on my groin, eliciting a gasp from her perfect, plump lips. Her fingers form around the ridges of my cock, squeezing the firmness of it through my jeans.
Her head falls into my chest as she sags into me, so I dip my head and whisper against her earlobe. “I’m a grown-ass man, and I’ve never been inspired to give a woman a hickey before. Make no mistake, you aren’t a convenience fuck, Cassandra. You are a dream fuck.”
Her eyes snap to mine as she releases my dick to grab my neck and haul me down to her. Our mouths fuse, our tongues gliding against each other as my hands roam her supple curves, squeezing and groping as the dam finally breaks inside both of us.
I slip my hands inside her robe and slide my palms down to her ass, hoisting her up into my arms. Her strong legs wrap around me as I carry her through her open door, kicking it closed behind me once we’re inside.
This is how I expected the night to end. Her in my arms, my cock nudged firmly into her warm center. If she needs me to tell her she’s fucking beautiful every goddamn day to get her to believe it, I’ll do it. I’ll make it my life’s mission to do it. For her and for Everly.
But Everly is the farthest thing from my mind as I make my way over to the ladder that leads up to the loft. I press Cassandra’s ass against the rungs and take the opportunity to rip the robe off her body. My lips find her chest as I glide my hands over her delicious legs, my fingers digging greedily into her flesh as her sweet sounds have my cock trying to bust through my jeans. Jesus, I need to be inside her.
My voice is a husky growl against her neck when I say, “I still maintain that I can throw you over my shoulder, but I’m afraid my abilities stop at carrying you up a fucking ladder. Not unless you want to risk breaking my cock in the process.”
A high-pitched laugh bursts out of her, and the sexy sound of it lights up my whole fucking body. I actually feel myself smiling like a dope as I pepper kisses against her neck.
Fuck, I’ve never heard her laugh like that before. It’s a good sound.
She slides her hand between our flush bodies and strokes my cock. “A broken dick is no use to me.”
“Then get fucking climbing.” I nudge her with the topic of conversation, and she bites her lip sexily.
Giggling, she turns to begin her ascent, and I can’t help but reach out and smack her ass hard. She yelps and pauses on the ladder as I lift the hem of her shorts up and take a bite out of her juicy ass. God, it’s just too irresistible not to taste.
She turns to gaze down at me. Her dark hair brushes her cheekbones. “Do we need to discuss your kink?”
“You first, sweet cheeks.” I shoot her a dirty smirk, and her eyes flare with something that intrigues me, but she quickly turns and shimmies the rest of the way up the ladder, leaving me with more fucking questions about this nanny.
When I reach the top, she’s perched on the edge of the bed, looking flushed and a little nervous. I stalk over to the reading chair and flick the lamp on to see her better.
Standing over her, I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she answers quickly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
I frown and kneel in front of her, my hands resting gently on her thighs. “We should probably discuss what this is first.”
She swallows slowly, her green eyes captivating me. “This is just fun, Max. You don’t have to worry.”
I eye her seriously. “And you’re sure you’re good with that?”
“Yes,” she says with a laugh and reaches out to begin undoing the buttons on my shirt. “I’m sorry I wigged out at the bar. You just threw me off guard with your stalker vibes.”
I grimace at that label because it’s scarily accurate. “Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not someone who’s ever been good at sharing.”
“Such a caveman thing to say.” She rolls her eyes as she opens my shirt, lightly scoring her nails down my bare chest and causing my dick to thrust into the fucking bed.
I fight back a moan as I eye the red spot on her chest again. Why does that turn me on so fucking much? I really am a fucking caveman.
Eliminating the space between us, I end this discussion with my tongue down her throat…which she doesn’t seem to mind as she groans into my mouth and falls back onto the bed. Her legs wrap tightly around my hips as my lips glide over her neck, collarbone, shoulders, and chest.
“Take this off,” I command, yanking at her crop top like the caveman she just called me.
I hold myself over top of her as she wriggles herself out of it. When her breasts are completely exposed to me at last, I think I die a little inside. They are just as beautiful as I imagined. The large, supple mounds of flesh paired with tight, rosy nipples are all mine for the night.
I hold the weight of one in my hands and lower my head to suck the tip into my mouth. She gasps, and her fingers slice into my hair, her nails scoring my scalp in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. Jesus, she feels incredible—soft and pliant beneath my hands. Warm and comforting in a way I’ve never experienced with other women before.
