I began to needlessly explain that I liked to begin the workweek fresh, like some overachieving nerd who didn’t understand what to do when a gorgeous man came into her presence. I knew. I just wasn’t sure enough to act on that knowledge with someone like Cassian March.
He rounded the corner of my desk and leaned down just inches away from me. “I think it’s time for you to get off work, don’t you?”
The room suddenly felt too small as he stared down at me with those stunning blue eyes. His face was so close to mine that all I had to do was lean forward just a tiny bit and I’d finally get to know what his perfect mouth felt like.
Instantly, I wished I could say something sexy—something that would make him hot like he made me—but he unnerved me so much my mind went blank and it was all I could do to squeak out, “Oh, okay.”
Then he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that took my breath away. The room swam around me. His lips were as soft as I’d imagined and he claimed my mouth with an urgency that belied that cool persona he wore every day.
He pulled away and licked his lips as if to taste me on them. “I know there’s more to you than just a great worker, Olivia. Time to show me who the real you is.”
His mouth crushed against mine again as his one hand held me to him while the other slid up my thigh under my skirt. He moved fast, but stopping him was the last thing on my mind. More than anything, I wanted to feel him inside me, whether it was his fingers or his cock.
I stood from my chair, my skirt pushed up around my waist to reveal my panties drenched from how excited he’d made me. He leaned back against my desk and began to undo his belt, quickly unzipping his pants to show nothing but his rock hard cock.
All my thoughts of straddling him and riding that cock were suddenly pushed back in my mind in favor of taking him in my mouth and sucking him dry. I wanted to taste that gorgeous part of him more than anything. Dropping to my knees, I palmed the root of his shaft and wrapped my lips around the swollen tip, sucking him into my mouth as much as I could. He moaned loudly and buried his hands in my hair to guide me as I slid his gorgeous cock in and out of my mouth.
His skin was velvety smooth over his rock hard shaft, and he tasted faintly of salt and muskiness. Pure male. I cupped his balls in my free hand and looked up to see him staring down at me with a look in his piercing blue eyes that told me this was exactly what he’d had in mind. Over and over, I swallowed his cock, loving the sound of his moans as I inched him closer and closer to release.
I felt his hands tighten in my hair, sending delicious pain skittering across my scalp. Looking down at me, he licked his lips and grinned. “Slow. I want this to last.”
Controlling my pace, he fucked my mouth slowly and methodically, and I licked and sucked every glorious inch of him. I felt his sac tighten in my palm and knew he was just seconds away from coming. Keeping my gaze on him, I watched his eyes glaze over as his cock flooded my mouth. Gently, I squeezed the base, feeling it twitch as cum spurted out of him.
When he finally finished, I stood up to face him and he quickly moved to push my panties out of the way. “Straddle me, Olivia. I want to see you ride my cock.”
My fingers slid through my wet pussy and over my swollen clit as the fantasy of fucking Cash played itself out in my mind. My orgasm hit at just the moment when he ordered me to ride him, and I plunged two fingers inside me just as the vision of him sliding into my body filled my mind.
Chapter Eight
Cassian
My time with Olivia in our fantasy room affected me more than I thought it would, and by the time I saw her at work on Monday, I wasn’t sure I could hide that I wanted her. Even more, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hide it, but I still wasn’t convinced I should abandon everything I’d believed in for years. Shitting where you eat wasn’t a wise business decision. I knew that, and still I had to fight the urge to walk into her office half a dozen times to see her.
From the moment she walked in that morning, I saw she was different. She had an air of sensuality that I hadn’t seen before in her. Something in her deep brown eyes sparkled as we spoke about work. She wore this new sexiness well. I wondered if she had any clue it was me next to her just nights before in that room loving the smell of vanilla in her hair as my lips tenderly brushed her ear and my hands caressed her soft skin.
When she left the club that night, I had to know if she’d reserved another room. I’d never cared as much as to wonder if a woman would ever come back, except for Rachel. I’d cared far too much about her, and I’d paid for that mistake and likely would for the rest of my life. Now I found myself caring about what this woman thought—what she felt—what she wanted.
I’d pushed this side of me away for so long I didn’t know if I could control it. I hadn’t been able to in the past. Within mere days of meeting Rachel, I’d been consumed by her. Her perfume, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips on mine became necessities in my life. Was I ready to be that man again?
Kane stood at his post on the top floor watching monitors as he always did, and I approached him knowing as soon as I asked about Olivia that I’d be showing him my hand. My half-brother played his cards close to the vest, and right now, I hoped he’d keep my business under wraps too. I didn’t need Stefan knowing anything about what Olivia and I were up to.
“How’s it looking tonight?”
He looked at me with suspicion, and I knew he saw right through my attempt to act like nothing was going on. Instead of asking me any questions, he simply nodded and smiled. “Same as always, Cash. Life never changes up here.”
“Yeah. Same downstairs.”
“How was your meeting with that scumbag Shank?”
“He wants me to hire his daughter.”
Kane’s eyebrows shot up. “For what? If she looks like him, all she’d be good for is guarding the door, and I don’t need any more bouncers.”
“I know. I know. I couldn’t say no to him, though. Without his help, we’d have to deal with cops every night.”
“Make her a bartender, Cash. Good thing is Stefan won’t want to fuck her if she’s got her father’s face. And when the ugly lights come on at the end of the night, it won’t matter because everyone’s stone drunk anyway.”
I had to laugh at Kane’s straightforward approach to the problem. I made a few more attempts at small talk, which he thankfully ignored, and then got straight to the reason I’d come up to see him. “Did she reserve a room again?”