37. Ethan
My dedicated concierge gives me a double take when I arrive at the elevator of my penthouse suite with a snoozing Cassidy in my arms. She fell asleep about thirty minutes ago, and I didn’t have the heart to wake her.
Thankfully Jim knows better than to ask questions. He merely gives me a respectful nod and hurries to open the elevator door for me so I don’t have to put Cassidy down.
“Will you be needing anything tonight, Mr. Remington?” he whispers, doing his best to ignore the sleeping girl in my arms.
“Not right now, but I’ll call if that changes.”
He nods, turning his back as the elevator door hums closed. I stare down at Cassidy as I wait to reach the penthouse. I’m not surprised she hasn’t woken up yet. After working the entire week, helping me with the open house today, three glasses of wine and confronting me in the library, I’m sure she’s exhausted.
She feels so good in my arms. Warm and plump. Even my cock’s getting the wrong idea, hardening inside my suit pants like I’m considering fucking her inside the elevator.
Christ, why’d I have to get that image in my head? With these bronzed mirrors all around us, I’d be able to see Cassidy from every angle as I thrust into her?—
The elevator chimes softly, doors sliding open to allow me inside the penthouse. I pause only long enough to kick off my shoes, and then pad through the place in my socks, breathing out a long, relieved breath.
It’s good to be home.
Glenmont Manor used to feel like home, back when Becks was still around. But ever since I started working from this penthouse, those big empty halls started feeling more like a mausoleum than a house.
I head straight for the main bedroom. I could put Cassidy into the guest suite, but after everything that’s happened between us, it seems ridiculous not to share a bed.
Plus, I can’t stand the thought of having her down the hall from me again. It was torture back in Glenmont—I’m not standing for it here.
I lay her gently on my Egyptian cotton sheets, and go to tuck her in when my eyes rove over her body. She’s still in the yellow cocktail dress with its tight bodice and narrow waist.
That can’t be comfortable to sleep in.
I’d prefer her stark naked, but I’m not sure how she’d feel waking up stripped bare. Instead, I go to my walk-in closet and find the largest, softest t-shirt I own.
Being careful not to wake her, I gently pull down the dress’s zipper and ease her out of the yellow fabric.
It seems impossible to convince my cock that this is an innocent gesture and that I don’t plan on fucking her—by the time I’ve slipped the t-shirt over her head and eased it down her curvy little body, my cock is bulging against the front of my pants.
I tuck her under the sheets and go to change into sweats. The drive was tiring, but I feel energized just from being back in the city. Angelo loves calling me an introvert, and it’s true that being around people drains me, but I still love the bustle of the city. There’s so much life around me, it’s impossible to feel lonely…even when my bed hasn’t been warmed by another soul for months.
Cassidy makes the cutest little snuffling sound when I slide in beside her, and then turns her back on me and burrows deeper into the pillow.
I should let her sleep.
Instead, I inch over to her and slide my hands around her body, dragging her flush against me.
God, she feels good.
I close my eyes and try to will myself to surrender to sleep, but my eyes just pop open a second later.
She’s too warm, too soft, too fucking close. I can feel her heartbeat thrumming against my wrist as I cradle her head in my palm.
I breathe in her scent, and it sends a hard pump of blood to my cock that’s impossible to ignore, especially when it nudges against the plump curve of her ass.
My hand has a mind of its own. It glides down her hip and over her thigh, then back up again until I’m weighing her ample ass cheek in my palm. The shirt has ridden up to mid-thigh, but I push it up higher, until it’s by her hip, exposing the full expanse of her warm, smooth skin to my touch.
I bite back a groan when I dip my fingers between her legs and brush against her pussy. At the second stroke, I can already feel wetness on my skin.
Jesus, she’s always ready for me.
Slick and juicy, perfectly primed for my cock.
Even in my sweats, I’m running out of room for my cock to thicken. I hesitate for all of a single, stifled breath before I drag my dick out of my pants and nestle it in the small of her back.
There. Safe, out of the way.
But I’m only fooling myself.
Cassidy’s pussy is getting fucked, whether she’s awake or not.
I tease my fingers over her pussy lips, slowly rocking my hips forward so our bodies press closer together. More arousal coats my fingertips, but I want her to be dripping for me like she was when I fingered her so roughly in the hallway of Glenmont Manor.
Christ, how can this woman turn me on so much when she’s fucking sleeping?
I grab my cock, swiping my thumb over the head to collect the precum that’s already seeping out of the slit. I gently smear that wetness over Cassidy’s pussy, working further back until I’m brushing her asshole.
There’s no way I can press into this tight hole without waking her, not when I know I can slip a finger or two inside her pussy instead. But I toy with the thought for a long moment, my cock growing harder and thicker as I touch the most intimate part of her as she sleeps.
She stirs when I sink the tip of my finger into her hot pussy, and I have to stifle a groan at the feel of her.
Fuck, she’s so wet. I slide another finger inside her, my eyes glued to her angelic face. I rock my hips again, wishing it wasn’t just my finger, but the entire length of my hard cock inside her.
And fuck it, if someone inside me doesn’t snap.
I arch away from her and grab my cock, slowly forcing it down before nestling up against her again.
A shudder goes through me when the tip of my cock presses up against her apex, but with her sleeping on her side, I’d have to force myself between her legs before I can reach her pussy.
I don’t dare wake her.
Gently, so fucking carefully, I cup her ass cheek and lift. She makes another quiet sound, and I pause, my heart beating frantically at the thought that she’ll wake up with me poised to fuck her in her sleep.
But after a long moment, she hasn’t moved again, and I can’t hold back anymore.
It takes all the restraint I still possess not to groan when my cock touches her wet pussy. I let go of her ass, nestling between her cheeks as I drag the tip of my cock over her wet lips.
In seconds, I’m fucking aching to come.
But I edge myself with grim determination, a fist over my cock as I simultaneously jerk myself off and slide my tip up and down her juicy slit. I even tease her asshole, and that nearly has me coming on the spot.
I inch my hand to the tip of my shaft, slipping a finger inside her drenched pussy. I slowly finger her, clamping my other fingers around the tip of my cock and using that grip to bring myself right to the edge.
Cassidy’s breathing changes, becoming small, soft little pants. She squirms, letting out the tiniest little moan.
Fuck, is she coming in her dream?
The thought makes my balls tighten painfully against my body, and it feels like I’m going to bust an artery if I try to hold back any longer.
I come with a muted groan, pushing my cum inside her pussy with my finger as I shudder through an epic climax.
This is the second time I’ve gotten away with such a filthy, depraved thing, but instead of backing off, maybe trying to clean her so she won’t notice what’s happened when she wakes up, I let our juices soak my shaft and slide it slowly between her legs.
Fuck, and I thought being inside her while she slept would feel good. But this? Her thick thighs wrapped around my cock, trapping me against the wet heat of her core?
Motherfucking heaven.