Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
Trixie was floating on the high that was all Cayden Russo. If she thought it couldn’t get any better than their private weekend, she had been wrong. Very, very wrong.
On Monday, he greeted her like they’d been apart for months. Arriving early enough to ensure they were alone, he laid her back across her desk and made love to her. Somehow her desk had become just as inclusive in their lovemaking as her bed.
On Tuesday, he brought her a flower. Not a bouquet, just one single stemmed rose. She knew he’d picked it from Peggy’s garden. She didn’t care, though. It was sweet and romantic, and she was basking in the attention.
On Wednesday, they ate lunch up on the roof. Just because they could. It gave a semblance of more privacy than her office where any of her employees could come knocking.
On Thursday, he brought her a chocolate bar.
It took her half the day to figure out the significance of this.
While she was a woman and chocolate was her kryptonite, she didn’t need that sort of comfort for another week.
During their lunch break, Cayden explained that chocolate was now his kryptonite.
All he had to do was look at a piece and he got hard because it reminded him of her eyes.
After that reveal, they’d done it on her desk again.
When Friday finally rolled back around, Cayden brought his duffel directly to her apartment that morning.
It was a wonder they got any work done that week.
The security company finally finished installing their cameras, motion sensors, and entry point sensors.
Trixie was embarrassed to have never considered the fact that the roof of her showroom was glass.
She’d put sensors on her large windows but had never thought of the roof before.
With most of the security concerns addressed, Cayden started helping out in the motor pool more.
It was the week leading up to Fourth of July weekend, so they were overbooked and desperately needed the extra set of hands.
True to his word, he was a gearhead through and through.
He fit in with her and the other mechanics nicely and helped them easily with their workload.
Cayden even had a few techniques and tricks that helped speed along some of the processes.
Plus, watching him take apart an engine to find a loose valve and put it back together again had been hot.
She’d barely been able to take her eyes off of him.
Their second weekend was just as special as their first. Cayden taught her things about her own body that she hadn’t even known. She wondered offhandedly if she should be concerned with how addictive his touch was. All he had to do was reach for her, and she melted.
On their third weekend together, to Trixie’s initial embarrassment, she learned that Cayden had no qualms with having period sex.
They ended up taking multiple showers and had had to clean up a mess that mimicked a gruesome murder scene in her bedroom, but it had been worth it.
She’d even gone online and researched menstrual cups that could be worn during sex.
Cayden just shrugged it off and said he didn’t care either way.
Not wanting to waste their precious time together, she put a pin in it for consideration later on.
It took some time for Trixie to work up the courage to ask him about blowjobs. He was lying, naked, on her bed with her pillow under his head. She’d gotten up to put some popcorn in the microwave for them.
Apparently, she’d been obvious about wanting to say something because he said, “Whatever it is, just say it. I can hear the gears in your head working from here.”
“I want to give you a blowjob!”
Her exclamation seemed to have shocked both of them. He sat up slowly on the bed, an odd look of excitement and worry on his face. Trixie groaned at her inability to be subtle. Popcorn forgotten, she approached the bed.
“Look, I know guys like it. I’ve certainly enjoyed you going down on me.
I can’t guarantee I’ll be good at it. I’ve been watching porn all week to try to figure out the technique.
” Her cheeks were hot enough to cook the kernels without the assistance of the microwave.
“Then I realized I didn’t care how the guys in those videos liked it.
I only care how you do. It’s not something you’ve ever asked to do, so I wasn’t sure if it was something you wanted to do.
Then I realized I probably should ask you.
” Meeting his eyes for the first time, she quickly ducked her head again. “So, will you teach me?”
The silence in the room was deafening. Trixie wanted to scream just to break it. She was already nervous about this topic. For him to hesitate—
Cayden quickly got off the bed and took her into his arms. He pressed his lips against her forehead.
Trixie’s knees nearly gave out in relief; she hadn’t messed anything up with her question and rambling.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are? I am flattered beyond belief that you would spend your week watching porn just so you could learn how to give me a blowjob.” He shifted his hips.
“Actually, flattered isn’t the right word.
Turned on and horny. Those are better words.
And a bit jealous I wasn’t here watching with you. ”
She giggled. “I didn’t mean to blurt that part out.” She gripped his arm, feeling his hard muscles. “You like the way I taste, right? I mean,” her cheeks flamed, “you seem to.”
“Mmm…” he hummed in her ear. “Honey.”
“What?”
“You taste like honey.” His teeth against her ear lobe sent a shiver through her.
His right hand trailed from between her breasts, down past her navel, and then cupped her sex.
“You, my beautiful gearhead, are delicious.” He dipped a finger inside, making her legs quake.
She gripped him tighter just to keep herself upright. “I can never get enough out of you.”
“I…” She struggled to keep her thoughts in order. His finger was picking up speed. “I want to try.”
She gasped when his finger suddenly left her.
He brought it up to her lips, making her eyes go wide.
She knew he’d purposefully mistook her words.
She hadn’t wanted to try herself. She wanted to try him, taste him.
But a part of her also knew that taking his finger wet with her pussy juices into her mouth would turn him on.
It was erotic. Dare she say, naughty.
Trixie flicked her tongue out, and in that moment, knew that Cayden hadn’t actually expected her to taste herself off his finger.
He’d probably expected her to balk or correct his misassumption.
Not allowing herself to look away from him, she ran her tongue up and down his finger before sucking it into her mouth.
He hissed. The fire behind his mismatched eyes made her tremble with excitement. She had gotten used to him being in control, leading their lovemaking. Right now, she felt like the one in control.
Suddenly he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
She bounced, a laugh escaping her. So apparently, she wasn’t that much in control.
His tongue entered her mouth as he came down on top of her.
She could feel his straining erection between her legs.
When she felt him reach for the stash of condoms he kept in her pillowcase, she forced her mouth to separate from his.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she gasped. “I want to—”
“Later,” he promised, ripping the packet open with his teeth. “I need you now.”
Her smile widened. She certainly wasn’t going to argue with that. Her body had grown used to his size, even craved the invasion. The way he stretched her made her feel like she had been created just for him. A perfect fit.
Trixie knew that was silly. It was a fleeting, romanticized thought. But just for a few moments, she wanted to believe it was true.
He entered her in a swift, single motion, causing her to gasp at the feel of her walls adjusting around him. She tightened her inner muscles, knowing how much he loved to feel her tighten around his cock. He ducked his head with a moan.
Taking him by surprise, Trixie bucked her hips and rolled them. She landed with her legs straddling his hips and him still inside her.
“Damn, baby, give a guy a little warning.” But she saw no anger in his eyes. Only lust and the promise of more.
Bending down to claim his lips, Trixie rolled her hips. He’d taught her that with her on top, she could take him into herself deeper. It made sense with the gravity assist.
Picking herself up, she laid her hands on his broad muscular chest and rode them to oblivion.
Things were perfect, so Cayden should have known better. After four fucking perfect and amazing weekends with Trixie, Cayden felt invincible. Nothing could touch him. Nothing could get him down. He was walking on water.
His time with Trixie was fabulous. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her, and she always seemed to surprise him.
What woman admits she studied porn so she could learn how to give her man a blowjob?
He felt like a million bucks. Mind, he always seemed to be too distracted with eating his way down her delectable body to give her the lessons she’d ask for, but neither seemed to be complaining.
Boosting cars had been about excelling. He’d loved the speed, loved the adrenaline rush.
While the money was good, it had been about being better.
And he had been. Three years ago, if someone needed a car off the streets, Carver, his Prez, sent Cayden to do it because he knew it would be done quick, clean, and accurately.
He had an eye for spotting the bait cars too.