Kylie popped the head out of her mouth and rolled it along her lips. “Keep watching me,” she murmured, then took his length into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowed and he felt the suction increase as she tugged him deeper into her mouth, her glorious tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. Fuck, she was good at that.
Then, she began to work him with her mouth, keeping the suction tight as he shuttled in and out, her hand gripping the base of his cock and her mouth working him so hot and wet that it was almost as good as being buried balls deep inside her. Almost.
“Kylie,” he murmured, wanting to run his fingers along her jaw, wanting to wrap his hands in her hair and fuck her face so badly that his hands shook with the need of it. “Pull away, sweetheart. I’m going to come.”
Her eyes lit with satisfaction, and she released him from her mouth. But instead of pulling away, she began to roll the head of his cock along her full, red lips, teasing him with only the tip of her tongue.
What she was offering him was clear—and it was the most obscene, most incredible thing he could imagine. He took his cock in hand, stroking himself toward completion while she let her lips toy with the head of him.
Then, he came, spurting, on the tip of her tongue and her lips. His semen painted milky ropes on her chin and her lewd red mouth and her tongue slipped out and licked and licked even as he groaned and came for what felt like forever.
Panting, he watched as her fingers moved over the streams of cum he’d left on her face, delicately wiping them away. Then she licked her fingers clean. And . . . God. He’d never seen a woman do that.
The image would be burned into his mind forever. Her savoring him. Savoring his spend that he’d spread all over her gorgeous mouth and tongue and chin.
“Jesus,” he murmured.
There was no fucking way he was divorcing her now.
THIRTEEN
Okay, janitor closet was going to officially go down as the weirdest place Kylie had ever had sex. She shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have gone down on Cade, because it was going to send him mixed signals. And yet . . . she was feeling pretty damn good at the moment. Her mouth tasted of Cade and sex, and her pussy was damp and she was feeling replete down to her bones.
Feeling like the queen of bad decisions? Absolutely. But replete? Definitely.
Kylie dragged her skirt out of her belt and straightened it again. She glanced around the floor but couldn’t find her panties. “Do you know where my underwear went?”
“I think we need to talk,” Cade told her in a low voice, tucking his cock back into his pants and then adjusting his belt.
“We can talk later. I should probably dress and get back out there before anyone knows I’m missing. But I really need to find my panties.” Had she flung them off when he’d offered to put his face between her legs? It was entirely plausible. Which meant she needed to find them before some poor janitor uncovered them later. She stepped around Cade and peered into one of the buckets nearby. No panties.
“Kylie,” Cade said, and his hand grabbed her wrist. “Look at me.”
She frowned and looked over at him. “What?”
“We need to talk about you and me.” His eyes were bright in his face, his mouth full and red from going down on her. And his gorgeous blond curls were mussed. He was frowning at her, too.
“What do you mean, talk about you and me?” She pulled her hand free from his grip. “There is no you and me, despite . . . this.” She gestured at the closet, her face hot with a blush.
He stilled. “You’re really going to start that again? After what we just had? After you begged me to put my mouth on you?” He grabbed a fistful of her skirt. “You want me to show you again just how much there’s a you and me? Because I’m quite willing to plant my face between your thighs again and not come up until dawn.”
She had to clench her thighs together to keep from shivering at the thought. Instead, she jerked her skirt out of his hands. “Stop it.”
“Or what?” His mouth was harder than she’d ever seen it before. “You’ll break up with me? You’re already trying to ditch me. Your threats hold no weight. But I’m tired of trying to be nice and play by the rules with you, Kylie. I tried to give you space. Except the more space I give you, the further you push me away. So I’m not giving you space any longer. I’m taking space from you.”
Oh no. “What are you talking about?”
His smile was cold. “Apparently I only get my way with you if I’m a bastard. So I guess I’ll be a bastard.” He leaned in. “You’re going to finish work tonight, and then you’re coming home. With me. And we’re going to fuck until dawn and I’m going to make you come a dozen times, and then we’re going to sleep in the same bed like a married couple does.”
“No.”
“You don’t get to tell me no anymore, Kylie. I want you. And if I want something, I get it.”
“Really?” she retorted. “You didn’t get Daphne.”
He stilled, and for a moment, Kylie wondered if she’d pushed things too far.
“I didn’t mean that,” she amended swiftly.
“You did,” he told her, and his mouth flashed in a brief smile again. “Here’s the thing, though. Maybe I’m starting to realize I didn’t want Daphne half as much as I thought I did, because the thought of her brushing me off doesn’t bother me. The thought of you brushing me off makes me go crazy.” His gaze raked over her, and she felt scorched. “So. Tonight, you work. Then we leave together.”