Chapter 20
SUTTON
I should have felt exposed, standing in his office in nothing but black lace and heels while he knelt before me, but I was too focused on the scene in front of me. No one would ever believe me if I told them that Cain Ashcroft got on his knees for me.
He didn’t look desperate, yet he still looked as if he couldn’t wait to devour me as I waited to see what he would do next. Cain’s hands slid up my legs, starting at my ankles and moved slowly toward my thighs. I gasped when his thumbs ran along my inner thighs.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine even as his hands continued their journey.
I should have been thinking about my plan, about why I’d really come here, about the files I needed to access.
Instead, my mind was blank except for what he planned to do next, his touch, and the memory of what those hands were capable of which was both violence and pleasure.
My body clearly didn’t care when it came to him because I wasn’t pulling away.
The magnetism I felt toward him whenever we were close to one another should be studied.
Here’s to another bad decision that I was willfully making.
“Tell me what you want, Sutton,” he demanded.
What I wanted and what I needed were two entirely different things. I wanted his mouth on me. I needed to find those files.
“Keep touching me,” I whispered, deciding to give in to what I wanted first. The need could wait until my wants were met.
His smile was predatory as his hands gripped my thong. “I intend to do much more than just touch you.”
Cain slid the lace down my legs and when I stood bare from the waist down before him, he said, “Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
I did as he instructed and the vulnerability of the position should have made me feel powerless, but something in his gaze as he looked up at me from his knees made me feel like I was the one in control.
“Beautiful,” he whispered again as his gaze zeroed in on my pussy as if it was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen.
It wasn’t a surprise what was coming next.
I braced myself with my hands behind me and jumped when I knocked something to the floor.
Neither of us cared enough to look to find out what it was.
Cain’s eyes darkened as he leaned forward, his breath hot against my inner thigh.
I couldn’t look away from him, nor could I stop the way my body responded to him and the anticipation about what was to come next.
His hands grabbed my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned his head between them.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting you since the night of the gala,” he said.
The first touch of his tongue against my clit made me gasp.
I moved my hands so that I could grip the edge of his desk to maintain some sort of balance, but with how this was going, I didn’t know how long I would be able to hold on.
His tongue slid between my folds and I let the moan that I’d been holding back fall from my lips.
I expected Cain to be good at this partially because of how cocky he was, but the way he worked his mouth against me was beyond my wildest dreams. I swear, each stroke of his tongue was done with purpose, and if you had told me he mapped and directed this exact moment in his mind a thousand times before, I would believe you.
“Oh, God,” I gasped as he sucked my clit between his lips.
My fingers dug into the edge of his desk, in an effort to keep myself upright.
His hands tightened on my thighs, keeping them spread wide as he ate me out like his life depended on it.
One of his hands moved from my thigh, and I felt his fingers slide inside me as he continued his assault on my clit.
The dual sensations made my head fall back, and my eyes closed as pleasure coursed through every vein in my body.
His fingers curled upward, finding my G-spot, and now I was questioning whether or not I would be able to walk out of here under my own power.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I forced my eyes open, looking down to find him watching me intently as he worked me with his mouth and fingers. The intensity in his gaze should have frightened me after what I’d seen him do, but instead it only heightened everything I was feeling.
“Cain,” I gasped, one of my hands moving to his hair, gripping the perfectly styled strands. “I’m close.”
He hummed against my pussy in approval and the vibration sent another wave of pleasure through my body.
His fingers moved faster as his mouth worked overtime to complete the task.
I was falling apart under his touch and I could hear my moans and groans getting louder, not caring who could hear me outside of these four walls.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm crashed through me to the point where I nearly screamed, but overcorrected and bit my lip to keep from bringing even more attention to what we were doing.
My thighs trembled as I rode out the waves he’d caused my body.
He kept the same tempo through my climax, not easing up until I gently pushed his head away when it became too much.
“Fuck,” I whispered, barely able to catch my breath as I looked down at him. How was this currently happening was all I could think. If someone had told me this was a dream and a nightmare, I would have believed them without a doubt.
Cain rose to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and the gesture was so primal that I swear I got wetter.
“That was just the beginning, little lamb,” he said.
He leaned in and kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips. I moaned into his mouth, my hands moving to his belt. I needed him inside me now. All thoughts of my original mission had evaporated, at least for the time being.
“Turn around,” he demanded after I broke the kiss.
I obeyed without hesitation, sliding off and turning to face his desk. He pressed against my back and I could feel his erection hard against my ass through his pants. His hands slid around to cup my breasts through my bra, pinching my nipples as I arched into his touch.
“I’ve thought about bending you over this desk since the day we met,” he whispered in my ear. One hand moved from my breast down between my legs again, and I jumped slightly because I was still sensitive. “And that’s what I’m going to do.”
His hand applied gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward until my chest was against the cool surface of his desk. I turned my face to the side to rest my head on my cheek as I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper lowering.
“Keep your legs spread,” he said and I complied without hesitation.
I felt the head of his cock sliding into my pussy, teasing me with what was to come. My body was still tingling from my orgasm, but I wanted more. Hell, I needed more right now.
“Please,” I gasped, pushing my hips back toward him. I was desperate for him to fill me completely. What I wouldn’t admit out loud was that I’d been waiting for this moment since the last time I was in New York City.
Cain chuckled. “So impatient.” His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place.
When he finally thrust into me, I couldn’t hold back the groan because I finally got what I wanted. He filled me up, stretching me in the most delicious way. I found myself finding the opposite edge of his desk because I knew I needed something to hold onto again.
“You feel even better than I remembered,” he managed to get out, setting a steady pace that had me gasping after each thrust.
My mind went blank as he fucked me over his desk. Every stroke pushed me further into oblivion, making me forget everything including my middle name. All that mattered was the way he felt inside me and the pressure building again in my body.
“Harder,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness.
Cain immediately obliged, increasing his pace until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office. One of his hands moved from my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back slightly.
“We’re going to try this again, little lamb. You’re mine,” he growled into my ear. “Say it.”
I bit my lip, refusing to give him that satisfaction even as my body betrayed me, clenching around him as another orgasm approached.
“Say it,” he repeated, his hand tightening in my hair while his other hand snaked around my body to rub my clit.
The dual stimulation was too much. “I’m yours,” I gasped, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Fuck, Cain, I’m yours.”
His rhythm faltered for just a moment before he drove into me harder than before. I came with a cry I couldn’t suppress, and I soon found myself draped across his desk. Cain followed moments later, groaning my name as he spilled inside me.
For several moments, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us trying to catch our breath. His weight pressed me into the desk, and I could feel his heart hammering against my back. When he finally pulled out and stepped away, I felt strangely empty and cold.
I straightened up slowly because my legs were shaky beneath me.
When I turned to face him, Cain was already tucking himself back into his pants.
I suddenly felt very naked despite still wearing my bra and heels.
I started to move my body and come back into myself when I made a mistake and elbowed his mouse, causing his computer to move out of sleep mode.
The screen lit up, and my heart froze as I scanned what was before me.
I expected to see something like spreadsheets or emails, but that’s not what was in front of me.
I found myself staring at images of myself.
There I was, leaving my building and according to the date on the image, the photo was taken six months ago.
Another photo showed me at a coffee shop I go to when I have a moment.
A third captured me having lunch with Cassie at a restaurant several weeks ago.
Anger refueled my adrenaline as I felt like I’d been plunged into ice water. I finally was able to control my limbs and I managed to stand on my own two feet. When I turned to face Cain, he was staring me down, waiting to see what my next move would be.
I gave him the first seven words I could think of, all the while not caring how naked I currently was. “What the fuck is this all about?”