Chapter 39 Cassie
Cassie
I look up to see Cole walking back into the arena office where I’m going through my emails.
He closes the door behind him and immediately wraps his arms around me from behind. He mouths at my neck. “Just had a reminder how lucky I am that I get to do this to you.”
Laughing, I slide out of his grip, before I get too lightheaded to make rational decisions.
“Is Noah okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, his agent was giving him a hard time. But we talked through it, and he’s feeling good about tonight.” He threads his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand. “I love that you care about him as much as I do.”
My heart softens.
It’s been doing that a lot around Cole lately.
Cole isn’t my boyfriend. But he’s not just some guy I’m hooking up with either. As much as I want to pretend I’m capable of keeping this casual until my assignment ends, I’m dangerously lost in how much I want Cole to be mine.
Especially when he leans down and covers my mouth with a kiss. His scent makes my head spin. I resist sliding my hands up into his dark hair.
Instead, I drag myself back down to earth.
“You have a game to get ready for,” I breathe. I’m reminding him, but I’m really reminding myself.
His pupils are wide. “Right. I should go.”
He doesn’t move.
The energy between us simmers. Electricity in the air.
An urge pulses through me. Suddenly I don’t want him to go get ready for the game.
“Or you could stay,” I blurt out. “You have, what—thirty minutes until video review?”
I watch his jaw tick. His eyes dart to the door, then back to my face. There’s an internal battle behind his eyes. “It’s risky. I don’t want you getting in trouble. Not because of me.”
The rasp in his throat at the word trouble makes me think he’s willing to take the risk.
I’m tired of being careful.
“I pride myself on my professionalism. I’m already compromising that by sleeping with you outside of work. But if I let you touch me here? If I let you kiss me, touch me… fuck me? Then I can’t uncross that line.”
A smile plays on my lips. I’m challenging him. Just a little.
I’m usually a little more shy than him when it comes to talking dirty. I’ve spent my post-college years in long, work-obsessed droughts between the occasional hookup. It didn’t leave me with much opportunity to learn how to turn on a man with just my words.
But the way Cole is staring at my mouth when I say the words fuck me?
That makes me want to become the very best at dirty talk. Because that expression of surprise and hungry delight on his face is immediately addictive.
“Listen to me, baby.” The gravelly tone of his voice sets my skin alight. “I’ll respect any line you have. But I’ll cross any line you lead me over. So be careful what you say to me. If you ask me to fuck you right here in this office, I don’t know if I can hold back.”
I drop my hand to his pants, palming the outline of his stiff cock through the fabric. “What if I say I want you right now?”
He groans. “Don’t make it harder than it already is to behave.”
I raise my eyes. An innocent glance that’s not innocent at all.
“Feels pretty hard already.” I slide back to perch on the desk. Not breaking eye contact with him, I push my legs further apart, my skirt riding up. “You don’t want to?”
He moves between my legs, one hand gripping my knee so hard it might even bruise. “Want to? You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself right now. But this is a dangerous game. I can lock the door, but anyone might be on the other side.”
I look him dead in the eye. “Lock the door,” I instruct him.
In a flash, he’s at the door, clicking the lock closed.
He crosses the room back to where I sit on the desk.
“Good,” I purr. I run my hand up through his dark stubble, sliding my fingers around the sharp curve of his jawline. God, I love the rough feel of his stubble.
This is so not like me. Praising the huge man I’m alone in this office with like I’m in charge.
But Cole seems to respond to it as much as I am.
A wild grin breaks over his face. “You like it when I’m good for you? When you boss me around? ’Cause fuck do I like it, baby. You be good for me, and I’ll be so fucking good for you. Deal?”
“Deal—”
I yelp, my word cut off as Cole plants his hand around my ass. I gasp as he drags me closer in a sharp tug until I’m at the edge of the desk. Hands running all over my thighs, lighting up my skin with every touch.
His breath stutters. “I love that you always wear skirts.”
“Why?” I pout. “You don’t think I’d look cute in a pantsuit?”
“You’d look sexy in a burlap sack. And notice how I said sexy, not cute. You’re both, Cassie. But right now I’m only thinking about how sexy you are.” He slides his hand up underneath my skirt and grazes over the gusset of my panties. “But skirts make it much easier to do this.”
In a sharp movement, he pushes up my skirt to bunch around my waist. His eyes drop to my panties, and he huffs out a ragged breath.
“Turquoise and lacy. Fucking hell, Cass. What did I ever do to deserve something so pretty?”
He trails one finger along the lace. Smack. He gives my ass a little slap before kneading it.
I gasp again at the sensation.
“I’ll give you what you asked for. But here’s my one rule. Stay quiet.”
“I can do that,” I whisper.
The words melt into a moan as his kisses sink along the sensitive pulse point of my neck.
Smack.
He taps another little slap of discipline against the side of my ass.
“What was that sound?” he mutters. So assertive. I’m practically melting from it. “I told you to be quiet.”
He raises two fingers to my lips. Presses the pads of them against my mouth in a shhh gesture.
“If you can’t stay quiet, then I’ll help you.”
I nod, my lips rubbing against his fingers. I think that’s it. But then—he gently slides his fingers over the swell of my lips and eases inside my mouth.
I blink in shock. He has big hands, big fingers. My core clenches desperately at the sensation of him sliding against my tongue. On instinct, my lips close around him.
It’s almost embarrassing how fast I find myself sucking on his fingers. Meeting his eyes as I hollow my cheeks, desperate for any part of him to be inside me.
“Shit, baby.” He shudders. A full-body movement that ends with his fingers sliding further back in my mouth. “That tongue feels so good licking at me. Keep going.”
I obey without a second thought. Sucking at him, running my tongue all over his fingers.
It feels so dirty.
I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather be right now.
His other hand sinks to my panties, pushing them aside and finding my clit in one smooth motion. I can feel how completely drenched I am, can hear the slick sound of it.
My eyebrows knit together as pleasure seeps through my body. Head lolling back, I roll my hips desperately against him as he drags his fingers away from my clit and pushes up inside me.
I’m so full of Cole Taylor.
Stretching around him as I grind down on his fingers. Wet and tight.
Sucking tight on his other two fingers.
His filthy words echo my thoughts. “Look at you.” His whisper is hoarse, heavy with arousal. “Stuffed full of me.”
It’s too much. I let out an intoxicated whimper around his fingers.
His other hand slides out of me, and his thumb presses harder against my clit. I jolt like I’ve been hit by an electric shock.
“I told you, Cass.” The low timbre of his voice makes me shiver. “Stay quiet. We don’t want anyone hearing us.”
He removes his fingers, and I bite my lip to hold back a whine.
Pushing up my blouse, he presses his face against my breast. I nearly object because stripping off clothes makes this even riskier. Cole, however, is already unhooking my bra and shimmying it up.
Dropping lower, his stubble teases my breast as he kisses me. Grazing, desperate kisses. His mouth comes to my nipple, sliding his tongue all over one then switches to tease the other. They stiffen in an instant under his mouth.
He pulls off with a wet pop. “Can you stay quiet for me while I suck your nipples, Cass? I know how sensitive they are. I know how much you like it when I take them in my mouth.”
Damn, he’s right about that. I barely dare to speak. “Mhmm,” I hum and nod my head, squeezing my eyes shut as he continues to work at me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “So quiet for me. That obviously wasn’t enough of a challenge.”
Rising to his full height again, he lowers his pants. His cock springs out of his underwear and he rolls his palm along it, staring down at me.
“Please,” I whisper.
I know I must look disheveled right now. Blouse hanging open, bra askew, skirt hiked up. Cole is staring at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever seen.
Reverent.
He grabs at my ankle, draping my leg over his shoulder. He pushes inside me, at first just an inch or two.
“There you go, baby. You can take it. Told you so.”
I preen under his praise.
But when he eases deeper inside—inch after inch—it’s so hard not to make a noise. The stretch is intense.
Dazed, I glance up over his shoulder at the closed door. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. Which is insane and wrong because I’m splayed out on a desk with my boss’s client between my legs.
But I think it’s because of how much I trust him.
Cole makes me want to push boundaries. In my life, within myself.
His hips snap harder against me, his rhythm building.
A whimper falls from my lips.
Then a louder one.
Oh god. I don’t want us to get discovered because someone walked past this office and heard me inside, unable to hold back.
His hand wraps over my mouth. It blocks the moan that was bubbling up inside me.
He keeps thrusting, his eyes meeting mine. I writhe, desperate. I want him deeper.
I literally can’t contain my moans. They bleed out of my mouth into his palm, pressed against my lips. Each thrust forces it out of me.
“I told you to stay quiet, baby,” he grits out.
My stomach leaps as he grabs me and lifts me up so I’m sitting up, slamming his lips into mine. One hand pulls me flush against him, and the other leaves my mouth, gripping my jaw. Kissing me deeper and deeper.
I’m on the edge—I shudder, seconds from tipping over into my release as his cock pushes in and out of me. I can vaguely feel myself on the verge of screaming. Can vaguely feel how he’s swallowing up every sound with his mouth.
The orgasm engulfs me. Waves crashing through me. His lips still pressed to mine.
For a handful of blissful seconds he keeps thrusting into me. The sensation sets my nerves on fire: it’s almost overstimulating after my orgasm, but so perfect.
The muscles in Cole’s arms tense as he stills above me, and I feel the hot pulse of him inside me as he comes.
Gently, he slides out of me and adjusts his pants. He pushes back his sweat-damp hair and presses a warm kiss to my mouth.
“Should’ve known after that time in the car you had a little adventurous, exhibitionist streak. As if you couldn’t get any more perfect.”
My face flushes. No one has ever called me adventurous before. Organized? Yes. Ambitious? Yes. Peppy? Yes.
But no one has ever drawn out the adventurous spirit from my careful heart before.
“I can’t believe we just did that in an arena office,” I gasp.
“Regrets?”
“Not a single one.” I glance at the door. “But we should get out of here before anyone wonders where we are.”
I sit up, fingers going to fix my blouse. But my hands are clumsy, still tingling with the comedown from my orgasm.
“Let me,” Cole orders.
It’s not a question, so I let him. He re-hooks my bra, gently straightening it. He deftly buttons every button on my blouse. Tilting his head to the side, he adjusts my skirt and smooths it down. “Perfect,” he says, admiring his work.
My heart positively swoops.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I’m the one who made a mess of you, honey. So I’m the one who gets to clean you up.” He grins. “Prettiest mess I’ve ever seen, by the way.”
God, this man.
It doesn’t feel careful or casual or secret when he says that kind of thing to me with that gorgeous grin.
I hop off the desk, smoothing down his shirt in return. “Sorry if you don’t play to your usual level today. You can blame it on me for using up all your energy before the game.”
He laughs, a rich and warm sound. “Totally different energy sources. In fact, I think you’ve recharged me. I’m a new man. Shutout game incoming. And anyway,” he says, pressing one last kiss to my forehead. “I’m not going to lose today. I’m feeling pretty damn lucky right now.”