All In (12 page)

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“
Y
ou said
you were taking me home.” Confusion filling her head as she realized the car had pulled up in front of his building.

“I did. My home,” he growled into her neck as he led her to the door of the building.

“We having a slumber party?” she teased.

He laughed. “You wish your sleepovers were like this,” he kissed her full on as they practically fell into the elevator.

He had no idea.

Her body was aching by the time they made it inside his apartment and the door clicked behind her.

There was nothing keeping them from one another now, as clothes were flung, pulled, and strewn across the floor. His fingers found their way inside her within seconds of her panties hitting her ankles, eliciting a loud moan from deep in her throat.

“Damn,” he hummed as his mouth found her pebbled nipples, and she gasped, the vibration rippling through her.

Her legs shook, and she knew she couldn’t stay standing. She pulled away, pushing him toward the bedroom. His heavy, lidded gaze not turning away from her as she pushed him down on the bed. His hand trailed down to her sex, but she pushed it away.

“Not yet,” she whispered. Not yet. She wanted to taste him—really taste him this time. Her lips pressed against his soft skin, her tongue snaking its way down his chest, his stomach, finding the trail of hair that lead to his erection. Her hands traced his inner thighs as they met her mouth at the base of his penis, a gasp followed by a moan came from Maddox as she took him fully in her mouth.

His hands found her hair, making her groan as he pumped in an out of her mouth. “Fuck, Cass,” he whispered as she sucked on him until he lost himself in the moment. She was grateful that she’d learned how to open her throat a long time ago, because his pounding was relentless. It was also hot as hell the way he was giving himself over to the pleasure. She could easily become addicted to watching him fall apart.

“Cass!” he shouted as his seed filled her mouth and she swallowed. She pulled away, licking her lips as she crawled her way back up his spent body and curled up against his side. She smiled as she took in his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.

“You are a bad girl,” he growled, pulling her tight against him.

She laughed. “Always,” she teased, her fingers tracing his abs.

“Mmmm, I might have to teach you a lesson,” he rolled to face her.

“Do I need a time out?” she feigned innocence as she batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, no. Much worse. I think you need a time in,” he rolled her on her back, his body pressing on hers as his lips began teasing hers in a hard kiss then finding their way to her ear before biting and pulling on the lobe, sending her body arching into his. “Much, much worse,” he whispered as his lips worked their way down to her hardened nipples, sucking and biting until she was writhing for more.

“Mmm, so wet,” he moaned as his fingers swirled around in the juices oozing from her. He had her completely worked up. Between hearing him cry out her name as he came and now his expert use of his lips and fingers, she was close. So close as he shoved two fingers inside her while his thumb circled her sensitive nub.

“Maddox,” she whimpered, lifting her hips to his hand. His fingers stroking her inner walls and his thumb pulling her closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby.” His breath on her ear, his tongue stroking the side of her neck enveloping her body in pleasure.

T
hey lied
there wrapped up in one another, neither one able to sleep. Maddox met her gaze, stroking her cheek. This was Cass. Here he was with her, the one woman he never thought he’d be with, but the one woman he never wanted to be without again. She surprised him at every turn.

He ran his finger down her arm, the skin so soft. Everything about this woman was soft. She rolled over onto her stomach and let his fingertips continue to explore her back. She wasn’t anything like the women he’d been with before. They were all lean, whether it was from toned muscles or bony structure. His fingers stroked the dip of her spine, and he wondered what had kept him from this. How idiotic could he have been? So what if she wasn’t tiny? She was so smooth. She was beautiful.

When she had opened the door in that black dress, it took everything he had to not take her right then. The way the skirt showed just the right amount of leg. The cut of the top allowing him to view the curve of her ample breasts. Her hair was pulled back, exposing the smooth skin of her throat. And when she had bent over to buckle her shoe, exposing a whole lot more of those gorgeous globes? He was getting hard again just thinking of it.

Never in a million years had he thought he’d be in bed with this woman, but now he regretted all the time he’d wasted denying himself a taste of her. No more wasting time. He knew this would take work. He wasn’t sure why she was so afraid, but a couple nights of sheer pleasure wouldn’t keep her from running away. This was all so fragile, and one wrong move on his part could ruin everything.

His touch feathered along her arm, and her light sigh pulled on his heart. She was so afraid of being vulnerable. He had seen her time and time again be the strength for others. She fought for them, talked for them. She stood by their sides when they faced the toughest times of their lives. She encouraged them. She was also tough when she needed to be, and she pushed everyone. She had a way of seeing into people hearts and souls that he had never experienced before.

Yet she never let anyone else see inside of her. She wasn’t the easiest to get to know. She shared bits and pieces of herself, and she wore certain emotions on her sleeve, but she hid the important stuff from others. He knew that he was one of the choice few people she let into her hiding places, and even then, she still had things buried deep within—places she never let anyone go.

He didn’t want the Cass whose shields were up, the one who hid herself from others. He adored that Cass, the one with a wickedly sarcastic sense of humor that used deflection as a defense. She was hilarious and kept him on his toes. But this Cass, the one who was opening herself up to him completely, the peaceful angel asleep beside him…this was the Cass that called to something deeper inside himself.

Yes, getting to know this Cass was going to take work, and he would spend the rest of his days enjoying every bit of it.

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H
e didn’t know
when he fell asleep, but he woke to an empty bed. He jolted awake and threw the covers off when the aroma of something cooking filled his nose stifled the flare of anxiety.

“What is that glorious smell,” he grinned as he walked into the kitchen where Cass was busying herself with several pans on the stove. She wore a red flannel shirt the she must have taken from his closet. It just covered her ass, that squeezable ass, making him unsure which appetite he wanted to sate first.

“Breakfast,” she teased, as if she was answering his thoughts. “Sit down.”

“I’ll pour some coffee,” he told her, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet, and pouring them both a cup.

She set down a plate of eggs and sausage, then took the seat next to him at the breakfast bar.

“You made me breakfast.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“Well, I know what I wanted you to be doing…”

Her husky morning laugh stirred his other appetite, but he was sure it wasn’t the right time. Not with the look she was giving him.

“Eat.”

He filled his plate, savoring every bite. She was a good cook, and it was nice to have more than bagels and cream cheese in the morning. Normally he was too lazy to make anything resembling a decent breakfast. They stole glances at one another, testing, teasing, and questioning with every look.

When they were done, he took her plate to the sink.

“I’ve got it,” she smiled, turning on the water.

“No. Cass. I’ll get it,” he pulled her into an embrace.

“Mad-“

“Cass, listen to me. I will clean those dishes later. I’m in the mood for something else right now,” he mumbled into her neck, causing her to press into him.

“Maddox, we need to-, oh!“ She cried as his hand dipped into her panties and began stroking her sex.

“Shhhh. Now, fun. Talk later,” he demanded, taking her mouth.

Her head fell back, and his balls pulsed. Every moan, whimper, and sigh increased his need.

He pulled her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. “Roll over,” he instructed, reaching into the drawer for the condom.

She lifted an eyebrow, but did as he asked.

He lifted her ass and pried her legs open after pulling off her shirt and panties. Now, that was one glorious view. He ran his finger from her nub across her opening, and his dick stood at full attention. Yes, this was going to be amazing.

He leaned down, and let his tongue do some work, Cass’ whimpers driving his own passion. He wanted to hear her come. He wanted to hear her scream his name as her walls clenched around his length.

He rolled on the condom, and let his fingers get her ready for him. He leaned over her back and whispered, “Cass, I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you, and I want to hear my name when you come.”

She moaned as he pushed himself inside her. Oh, God, she was so damn tight. He pushed in hard, pulled out slow, over and over, a steady rhythm as her hips pushed back, begging him for more. His one hand reached around, enjoying the fullness of her breasts and massaging her hard nipples. The tightening of his balls meant he was growing close, and he knew Cass wasn’t there yet. He pulled his attention away from her breasts and brought it down to rub on her sensitive spot, matching the rhythm as he entered and exited her.

“More, Maddox, oh!” her pleas taking him to the edge.

“C’mon, baby girl, oh, God, c’mon, come for me,” he moaned.

“Maddox!” she screamed as she tumbled over the edge, her walls clenching and vibrating with her climax.

“Fuck!” He met his own end, coming hard into the condom and collapsing on top of her—their breathing coming fast.

Maddox didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay there, inside her. But he knew he couldn’t. He’d crush her. She whimpered that soft little sigh as he pulled out.

“Baby girl?” He rubbed his hand along her back, coaxing her to roll over.

“Mmmm,” she responded, falling over onto her back, her eyes still closed. Her cheeks red from their recent escapade. Her soft breasts spreading across her chest. He couldn’t help it. He collapsed beside her and began running his hand over each mound as he came down from his own orgasm. His body was humming.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered in her ear.

Cass’ eyes flew open, as if she just realized she was naked. “Shut up,” she retorted, and began to search for the shirt.

“Cass-“

“Where’s the shirt?”

“Cass!”

“What?!” she snapped, finding the shirt on the floor.

“You are,” he grinned, rolling on his side to watch her.

“Don’t be an ass.”

What? He gave her a compliment, and she just-

Oh, shit.

She wasn’t the other women. Those women were fine with their bodies. Confident. Sure, they had their own insecurities, but not like Cass. She never referred to herself as looking hot unless she was kidding. She was always referring to herself as fat, ugly, and whatever other terrible words she could use. Fuck. He wanted to kill whoever made his Baby Girl think she was anything less that gorgeous.

He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back onto the bed, rolling her underneath him.

“You,” he began, kissing her lips, then making his way down her neck. Cass’ tension waned.

“Are,” he licked along her collarbone, his tongue gliding along the ridge. Maddox heard her breath pick up.

“Beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe, the pull eliciting a whimper as her body arched into his.

“Mad, we have to stop,” she laughed, pushing him off. “We cannot stay in this bed all day,” her giggles continuing as he unbuttoned her shirt one single button at a time.

“Mmmm, I think we can,” his lips trailed down between her breasts. Which one was more deserving of attention first?

His indecision was interrupted by Cass sitting up.

“We need to talk.”

Fuck that. He wanted more body time. They were going back to work tomorrow, and there would be less time for touching.

“Talk. Now,” she pulled out that tone. He knew that tone. That tone meant he was losing this battle.

Oh, but he would win this war. He just needed a little patience.

He sighed. “About?” He sat up and let his nakedness show. Maybe his body would-

“Tomorrow. The next day. We have work. What do we do about that?” She looked at him, her eyes wide.

He pursed his lips. He wanted to blow off the conversation, but a part of him knew she was right. His libido would have to sit quietly for just a little longer.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, hoping she had some idea. He certainly didn’t. Yes, he’d screwed around with work colleagues before, but that was almost a lifetime ago, and when he wasn’t the COO. This was different. If things went bad for them, it could be very, very bad for him. Hell, it could be career altering for both of them.

“You meant it?” she asked, her brown eyes fearful as she met his gaze.

“Meant what?” He took her hand, rubbing his thumb along her palm, distracting himself as he played with her tiny fingers.

“You’re all in?”

Oh, that. He laughed. “Yeah, Baby Girl, I’m all in,” he pulled her close, and he felt the strain ease off of her. “I want this.”

“I want this, too,” she admitted, pulling back a little—a small smile perking at the sides of her mouth.

“Then what do we do?”

“What we’ve always done, I suppose.” Her fingers tracing imaginary circles down his chest. His dick stirred. Yeah, he wasn’t going to manage much more conversation.

“And that is?” He couldn’t be the only one doing the touching as he nuzzled her neck.

“Oh,” she sighed before answering, “Um, yeah…I…oh,” she was losing her train of thought. “Just act like normal…oh!”

He grinned as his fingers found their way over her sweet spot yet again.

“No work nookie?” he asked before taking her nipple in his mouth, playing with the pebbled nub with his tongue.

She moaned. “No, uh, no work nookie.”

He pulled his lips away, making a sucking noise before moving on to trail his nose across her chest to the other breast. “Sad. But after work?”

“No.”

What? He pulled away, his eyes wide? No sex during the week? “What?”

She grinned. “No nookie. Who the fuck wants that. After work is mind blowing sex. Yes,” her hands reached down and grasped his length, and Maddox sucked in a breath.

“Oh, God. Yes, better,” he leaned his head back as her tongue circled his tip. Fuck. Yes. Mind blowing sex. Always.