Chapter 9
Devon
The months have been slowly going by much the same way.
Things between Caydence and me have shifted.
She still shows up for work, and I still watch her.
There’s just something different in the air now, and I can’t put my finger on it.
A part of me wants to escalate things between us, but the other part says I should wait.
I’m not typically good at listening to the other part.
“Good book?” I ask when she seems into what she’s reading. She looks up at me and nods her head.
“Thanksgiving is coming up. Do you have plans?” I ask her now. I know she doesn’t. She doesn’t have a family because I know about her life.
“No. I’m just going to hang out at home,” she tells me.
“If I asked, would you consider spending it with me?” Her eyes leap to mine now.
“Why?”
“Because I want to spend time with you,” I tell her.
“You’re my boss,” she reminds me of that little fact every time I bring something up about us or the fact that I kissed her senseless. Each time I explain to her that I don’t care.
“Come on, Caydence. We’ve danced around this long enough, haven’t we?”
“Danced around what?”
“What we feel. I know you feel something for me.”
“I barely know you,” she retorts, looking back down at her book.
“Isn’t that the point of spending time together? To get to know each other?” She sighs and raises her head.
“I guess so.”
“So, would you consider joining me for Thanksgiving?” She chews the inside of her cheek for a long time before finally nodding her head.
I grin at her and stand, walking around the desk.
I take the book from her hand and set it on the desk before taking her hand in mine.
I pull her up so that she’s standing in front of me.
Then I kiss her again. This time, I stake my claim.
My kiss is hungry, needy. I need her. I want her. She fucking consumes me, and she doesn’t even know it.
My hands grip her hips and pull her closer to me. She has to feel how hard I am right now. My cock presses into her, telling her everything she needs to know about how much I want her.
Caydence pulls back slightly and looks up at me with a slightly confused look in her eyes. I reach for her hand and guide it to my cock. Her hand wraps around it through my pants and slowly begins to stroke it. I lick my lips as I watch her, watching me.
I rock my hips into her hand before I can’t stand it any longer. I rip her hand away, reach for her shirt, and tear it over her head. My mouth moves to her chest, licking my way across before going further. I bite her nipple through her bra, and she arches into me.
“Devon,” she whispers, and fuck does that make me harder. My cock is painfully engorged right now, and I need a fucking release that only she can give me.
“You keep saying my name like that, and I’m going to fuck you good.”
“Devon,” she says once more. I don’t need a fucking invitation to know that’s what she wants.
I strip her out of her skirt and panties before taking off my own clothes.
I crash my lips to hers once more and walk her backward toward the couch.
When her legs hit, she falls back, and I move with her.
I bury myself between her thighs, my cock begging to be inside her. One thrust. That’s all I need.
Caydence claws at my back as if she can’t get me close enough to her.
I give her what she wants. I grab my cock and press it into her entrance and slowly ease my way in.
Caydence gasps, her lips parting as I watch her face.
Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back slightly.
Fuck, she looks perfect like this. I always knew being inside her was going to be the best thing I’ve ever felt, and I was right.
She’s soft. So fucking soft and tight. I slowly pull my hips back before painfully slowly easing back in.
She keeps clawing at my flesh, and without her asking, I give in to what she wants.
I buck my hips, our skin slapping against each other as I fuck her hard and rough.
Caydence wraps her legs around my waist as I slam inside her.
“Fuck, yeah. Come on, baby. Get what you want,” I encourage her as I keep going. My balls slap against her ass, her pussy leaks for me. If this is what heaven feels like, then I want to stay.
I roll my hips and hit her in spots that have her screaming my name. I never knew hearing it from her lips could make me feel like this. Like a fucking crazed man. That’s exactly what I am, for her. Caydence has me in a hold that she doesn’t even know about, but I don’t want to get out of either.
I grip her hips in my hands and really start to pound into her. I know I’m leaving marks, and that’s exactly what I want to do. She’s mine. She doesn’t need to know it or even say it. She is. She belongs to me now. To my darkness. To my insanity.
“Devon, oh fuck,” she cries as I keep going.
Hearing my name on her lips makes me crazier than I thought it would.
I thrust harder and harder until I feel her pussy gripping me tighter.
Then I lose all control over myself. I come hard.
I release deep inside her, my cock jerking.
Caydence keeps clawing at my back as she finds her own release.
I lean down, careful not to hurt her, and press kisses to the side of her neck while we catch our breath. I don’t bother pulling my cock out either. That motherfucker wants to live inside her now, and I’ll gladly let it.
We stay like this for a long time before I decide to let her up. I pull out and groan, missing her heat. I climb off the couch and look down at her, sated and happy.
She turns her head and opens her eyes, locking them with my own.
“I’m going to love doing that to you,” I tell her. A smile slips across her face, and not one of her usual fake smiles, either. This one is genuine, real, raw. This is her happy. Not something that she’s always had.
Caydence sits up and covers her chest, but I just laugh and reach for her hands, pulling them away.
“Don’t hide anything from me. I want it all.”
“What is this? What are we doing?” she asks softly.
“I told you you were mine. This is me staking my claim.”
“Staking claim?” she asks.
“Yeah, baby. Just like in your books. I’m staking my claim.” She tilts her head to the side, her smile slowly fading for a second before coming back again.
“Are you sure about this?”
“That I want you? Yeah, I’m sure.”
“But don’t you have other girls?” she asks. I shake my head.
“Listen, most of the girls you see are just money chasers. They know what I have, and they want it. They don’t give a shit about me.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“Don’t be. You’ve never looked at me the way they do, Caydence.
That’s part of why I like you.” It isn’t a lie.
Caydence has never looked at me the way they do.
Like if they could just charm their way into my life, I would wife them up, and they’d have it all.
In fact, Caydence has never really looked at me at all.
“I’m not like that,” she says.
“I know that.” I hold out my hand, and she takes it as I help her to her feet. Then I begin collecting our clothes and helping her back into hers.
“You want to grab something to eat?” I ask her as we both dress.
“It’s two in the morning,” she laughs.
“Early breakfast,” I tell her. She laughs, and it steals the fucking air from my lungs.
“Sure. That’d be nice.”