Chapter 5 #2
“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?”
She shook her head, not meeting his eyes. “Never needed to be. I’m pretty regular and, while annoying, it’s never really been inconvenient.” She blushed. She’d never talked about her period with another person except for Peggy. “So I just never bothered.”
He forced her to look at him. He didn’t seem uncomfortable about the topic of conversation. “I’m fine with using condoms. I’ve never had sex without them, even if the girl claimed to be clean and protected.”
“I can look into it.” Why did she sound winded?
Cayden leaned down and kissed her thoroughly before lifting his head.
“I didn’t ask to pressure you into starting.
Believe me, I would like nothing more than to be inside you with no barriers.
” She expected her cheeks to redden at his graphic wording, but instead she felt a different sort of heat.
“But not until you’re ready. We have time.
There’s absolutely no rush. I plan to wine and dine you, and then make love to you all weekend long. ”
She met his mismatched eyes. “I’d like that.”
“Good,” he dropped another kiss to her lips. “Now, we really should get going. Your pants being open with those sexy lace panties on display is not doing anything to lessen this hard-on.”
She quickly did up her pants. She was across the room at her cabinet before it occurred to her what he’d said. Trixie rounded on him. He was waiting for her by the door. “You didn’t come,” she exclaimed like this thought only just occurred to her.
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Despite my dick threatening mutiny, I’m not coming until I get inside your delicious pussy.”
Delicious? That was an odd word to use.
He must have noticed her reaction because he put his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. “Delicious,” he repeated.
Her eyes widened. That was the hand he’d used when he’d pushed his fingers inside her.
He was licking her. She knew that was a thing.
She knew that men went down on women too.
She was not a stranger to certain porn sites.
It was just completely different to have a man licking her off his fingers than to watch a man she’d never met on her laptop screen do it.
Realizing she was frozen in place, he came over and dressed her in her coveralls. Then he pushed her from her office. It wasn’t until he placed a coffee mug in her hand and forced her to sip that she snapped out of her shock.
Friday could not come fast enough. His balls had surpassed blue and were approaching a deep shade of plum.
He couldn’t seem to get his dick to go down, and it didn’t help that this week was the interviews with the security companies, which meant Trixie and he were practically glued at the hip.
He borrowed one of Mr. Wynn’s suit jackets for the interviews.
Trixie wore her coveralls, either all the way up or with the top wrapped around her waist. She thankfully put on a t-shirt if she was wearing them around her waist. Cayden didn’t think he could have concentrated if she’d been wearing one of those skimpy tanks.
And he would have killed the consultants if he caught them staring at her perfect tits.
Tasting her on Monday had been a mistake.
No matter what he ate or drank that week, he couldn’t get her taste from his mouth.
He wanted more. He wanted it all. His brain had to keep reminding himself that she deserved to be wined and dined, but his dick kept arguing his need to be inside her now.
By Thursday, he still hadn’t figured out who was winning the war.
His damn dick was wearing a devil’s costume on his left shoulder with his brain donning a halo on his right. The war was driving him mad.
All Thursday he kept repeating the word tomorrow in his head.
He’d get her tomorrow. She’d filled out the paperwork, and to his shock and joy, had put down the reason for his furlough to be personal.
He wondered if that was her way of letting the Wynns know about them or if she had had a separate conversation.
Regardless, it was as good as telling her parents she was dating someone. He’d take it.
Tomorrow, just one more day.
More than one person had commented that he was distracted on Thursday. He just laughed it off and told them he had a hot date Friday night.
Then finally, Friday was here. He brought his weekend bag to work with him that morning. He expected Mr. Wynn to give him a sex talk or threaten him with making his body disappear again, but the man just smiled at Cayden and told him to enjoy his weekend.
I plan to, had been his silent response.
The security company they had decided to go with was called Lorenzo and Sons.
Cayden had come across an L and S product before.
They were a good and honest family company.
They would be installing most of their security system the following Monday.
They’d offered to come over the weekend, but Trixie and Cayden had both shot down that offer fast.
So far all they had done was upgrade the keypad locks.
Cayden, Trixie, and Jeff were the only ones with access.
Part of Cayden’s responsibilities today was to get the rest of the employees set up with their individual access.
The keypad required a six-digit code plus a fingerprint to gain entry.
The janitorial staff would be instructed to wipe the pads down during their cleaning sweeps so that someone couldn’t use a previously used print to gain access.
Though Cayden knew that Trixie viewed the cars as the priority, his was her.
If it was a choice between Trixie and a Lamborghini Veneno worth four mil, it would be Trixie every time.
That woman owned his soul, and he had a feeling she knew it.
All she had to do was smile, and he would lay the world at her feet.
She wasn’t in her office when he entered. That surprised him. He placed his bag in the back corner, so it was blocked by her desk. No sense in making it easy for someone to spot and make assumptions. Trixie might be fine with the Wynns knowing about them, but certainly not her employees.
He was closing her door as she came through the door from the stairs. She looked winded, like she ran up them. He looked her over. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Just an early appointment.”
He looked down at his watch. “It’s seven-thirty in the morning. What the hell is open at this time?”
She shot him a wicked grin over her shoulder as she entered her office. “You’ll find out later.”
Fucking hell. He was not going to survive the day. “You’re killing me, woman.”
She went to her cabinet in the back to grab out a pair of coveralls. “Not yet, but I plan to ride you to an early grave tonight.”
Cayden let out a mixture of a groan and a moan. Where was his shy virgin? She’d turned into a seductress overnight. Not that he minded. He liked the idea of dying from an orgasmic explosion while she rode him.
As she passed him, she raised herself up slightly to kiss him. “Ten hours. Are you going to make it?”
He shook his head. “That desk has been looking more and more appealing every day.”
His Trix let out a low laugh. “You promised not to fuck me on it for my first time. You never said anything about the second time.”
His head fell back against the wall, hard. Ten hours. No, he was not going to make it. He watched her add a little extra wiggle to her hips as she hiked up her coveralls, and then gave him a wicked smile that confirmed she knew exactly what she was doing.
She patted his cheek on the way out the door. “Nine hours and fifty-nine minutes.”
He grabbed her ass as she made to type in the code to the stair doorway. Lowering his mouth down to her ear, he vowed, “You keep this up and the only wine and dining option will be a pizza delivery and that bottle of grape juice in the back of your office fridge.”
She opened the door and indicated for him to go through with her head. “I like meat lovers.”
Damn, he’d walked into that one.