Page 24 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
She missed him something terrible. Their text messages and phone calls weren’t enough. She wanted to feel him pressed up against her. She wanted him to hold her, touch her, kiss her… He invited her to Sunday dinner again, but, as much as she wanted to go, she declined. She hadn’t been to Greg and Peggy’s in a long time before two Sundays ago. She didn’t want to make her sudden reappearance suspicious. They already believed something was going on between her and Cayden, and she wasn’t ready to have their suspicions confirmed.
He said he understood, but she could tell he was disappointed.
Trixie was awake before the sun Monday morning. She was showered and dressed by six. She was surprised to hear her phone ding so early, but that was only replaced with joy when she saw his name across her screen. Her heart started racing like a butterfly when she read his message about impatiently waiting for “Mr. Wynn” to take him to work.
This message was quickly followed by another about the irony about being excited to go to work.
While Trixie knew she was a big part of that anticipation, she also had a feeling that he was enjoying the work itself. Caydenfitat Romero’s. Maybe it was too soon, it had only been a week, but she could see him staying here after his parole.
This made her worry, though, because while he had made it clear he was staying in the area with her, he hadn’t specified anything about working for her beyond his term. She quickly pushed that thought aside. It was far too soon to be questioning or even thinking about such things.
Her door slammed open at seven-fifteen. And there he was. She practically leaped over her desk to get to him. Their lips collided, their teeth clashing. Neither seemed to care. Caydenkicked her door shut as he picked her up and carried her to her desk. She really needed to think about getting a couch or a more comfortable chair in her office if this was going to become a habit for them.
She’d order one later.
Or they could just journey down the hall to her makeshift apartment. It was small, but she didn’t need much. Trixie, though, wanted to save her apartment for their weekend when he’d promised to wine and dine her before making love to her.
She wasn’t sure who succeeded in getting his shirt off of him. His gray Henley hit the floor by his feet. Her tank was pushed up, exposing her breasts to his wandering mouth. She tried to get to his pants, but he knocked her hands away. Somehow Trixie found herself splayed back on her desk with her right nipple in his mouth and his hand down her pants.
His sinful mouth and magic fingers worked in tandem until she broke apart under him. She bit into the skin on his shoulder, not wanting to risk anyone overhearing their activity within her office. Thankfully she didn’t break the skin. The act felt primal, though, like she was marking her mate.
As they both fought to catch their breath, Cayden nibbled on her throat under her left ear. It took her a moment to realize he’d spoken.
“What?” she managed to say.
“I said ‘sorry’.”
“What the hell are you apologizing for?” He’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. Mind, she highly doubted high school boyfriend, Randy Wheats, had managed to give her an orgasm during their drunken escapade. It was still a hell of a lot better than she’d ever accomplished on her own.
“I hit your hand away when you went for my pants.” He licked over her sensitive nipple, drawing a shiver from her. “Iknew if I got out of my pants, I’d be inside you, and I promised you your first time wouldn’t be across your desk.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “You’re forgiven.”
He lifted his head, kissing her lips. “I missed you.”
Her smile widened. “I missed you, too.”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “This is the form you need to fill out so we can get our weekend together.”
She gulped, accepting the paper. That form would go back to the Wynns. Damn, they might as well post it up on a billboard that they were going to be having sex this weekend.
“Easy, baby.” He ducked his head to press his lips to her collarbone. “I figured if you weren’t comfortable joining us for Sunday dinner, you certainly wouldn’t be comfortable with a weekend pass expressing our romantic plans. Fill it out as my boss, not my girlfriend. Give some bullshit excuse about needing to work the weekend and staying over is just more convenient for the hours we need to work. Mind, it means I can’t come in for two days next week because I’m not allowed to work more than forty hours in a week, but it’ll get us two nights overnight. Mr. and Mrs. Wynn will likely suspect what we’re doing, but at least we won’t be confirming it. Or,” he nipped her ear, “put down that it’s a weekend pass away from the house so I get to come in next week to work.”
She didn’t like either option, but man she wanted their weekend together. “I picked up condoms from the pharmacy.”
He stilled, lifting his head. “You didn’t have to do that. I have some.”
“Well,” she said shyly, “now we have more.”
Cayden’s smile was magnifying. “No quantity will ever be enough. I’ll always want more of you.”
Damn if that announcement didn’t make her feel like a precious gem. She caught sight of the clock over his head. “We should make ourselves presentable. Everyone will be here soon.”
He stood up off of her, helping her off the desk before he bent to pick up his shirt. “Trix?”
She looked up from righting her tank. Her jeans were still unbuttoned and unzippered. “Yeah?”
“Does that mean you’re not on birth control?”
