Cash stopped moving as we entered the other room, and for a moment I worried whatever magical something I’d thought we shared was all in my mind. Crestfallen and confused at the change in momentum, I saw instead that he hadn’t stopped to reconsider but to begin undressing. He looked at me seductively with those gorgeous blue eyes as he loosened his tie, sliding it from around his neck before he threw it over one of the high backed chairs that ringed the long, mahogany conference table. My eyes followed it and watched as the black silk tie slid like it was in slow motion down the back of the black leather chair.
He spoke, drawing my attention back to him as he stood there unbuttoning his sapphire blue dress shirt. “Are we still playing the game we started upstairs, Olivia?”
I didn’t know how to answer him. This had never been a game to me. At first, it had just been to prove to myself and the girls that I wasn’t as boring as they thought—that I could be that sexy woman I’d always wanted to be. Then once I knew it was Cash, our time together began to truly fulfill my fantasy about him. He was sexy and irresistible, the gorgeous public face of the most exclusive club in town, and in that fantasy room, he wanted me, shy and inexperienced Olivia.
Now, I didn’t know what this was to either of us. To him, it was likely just another night of sex which he likely had more often than I changed my underwear. To me…to me it was more. I was probably the world’s biggest fool, but I wanted it to be the beginning of something bigger than just great sex.
He shrugged out of his shirt, revealing a muscular body filled with tattoos. For a moment, I stood there in shock, amazed that the straight-laced and serious businessman who sat behind that glass desk in his minimalist office hid a totally different person under those tailored dress shirts and thousand dollar suits he wore. His left arm was covered from his shoulder down to his elbow with an intricate dragon in hues of dark and light green with gold eyes, and it looked like another design had been outlined on his right bicep. Visually stunning, those tattoos were nothing compared to the one that stretched in an arc across his broad chest. Black and red letters spelled out the words LUCK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a more perfectly chosen tattoo on anyone.
I couldn’t help but stare, not only at the tattoos and his pierced right nipple but also at how stunning his body was. I’d only ever seen him fully dressed in a suit and tie, and even upstairs as I ran my hands over him in the darkness of that blindfold, I never could have imagined him being so well-built. My eyes traveled down from his toned pecs to a set of abs honed washboard perfect and cut hipbones angling down toward the bulge that still remained hidden beneath his pants.
By the time I realized I hadn’t answered his question, he wore nothing from the waist up and was slowly sliding his belt from around his waist. My mind reeling, I mumbled, “No game,” as I stood on wobbly legs not sure what to do next. He’d upended all my bravado the moment he’d taken off his shirt and showed me he wasn’t that stern March brother, gorgeous but all business. That man had seemed somewhere close to my league. Now as I stared in adulation at the man who stood in front of me, I knew Cassian March was so far out of my league I wasn’t even sure we played by the same rules.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure we played the same game.
“I like the way you’re looking at me, Olivia.”
“Why do you say my name all the time?” I asked, immediately feeling awkward as he stepped close to me, running his fingertips over my shoulders.
“Because there’s no sweeter sound to the human ear than the sound of one’s name.”
Jesus, why did everything he said seem so effortlessly sexy? As I stared up at him, unsure of what to say to that, he dipped his head and placed a soft kiss just below my ear. Closing my eyes, I tried to let myself enjoy this moment, but the reality that I didn’t know what to do with someone like Cash wouldn’t leave my mind.
Sensing my fear, he trailed his tongue up to the shell of my ear and whispered, “Relax.”
“I don’t…I think…” I wanted to stop, to say that I wasn’t the type of woman for him, but all I could do was stammer those few words out.
He lifted his head and cradled my face in his hands. Looking down into my eyes with a gaze so sure, he smiled. “We both need this, maybe even more than we want it.”
“But what about work and…and…everything else?” I asked in meek protest, my insecurities raging.
“Don’t worry. I promise I won’t fire you. Everything else means nothing. Unless I’m not the man you want?”
“No! That’s not what I meant at all.” Was it possible he wasn’t as confident as I thought?
He slowly ran his tongue along the seam of his lips and smiled. “Then relax, Olivia, because you’re the woman I want.”
Something in the way he said those words eased whatever doubts lingered inside my brain, and I let a feeling of genuine anticipation take me over. I wanted to know what it felt to sleep with this man. I wanted to believe whatever else I was, I could be that sexy woman with him.
His mouth covered mine in a kiss so sensual it felt like a jolt traveled straight from his tongue to between my legs. From that moment, I was lost. Whatever he wanted, I’d give him. I felt his fingers gently tug my dress off my shoulders and then his strong hands were cupping my breasts. He gently rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending waves of pleasure through me. Pushing the dress down my body, I stepped out of it as it hit the floor, barely conscious of the fact that I stood there in just panties and pumps.
Everywhere his fingers touched excited me. I wanted to feel them on the most sensitive parts of my body, bringing me to that sweet edge and over it as I came.
I reached out to touch him, dying to feel what hung between his legs. I’d fantasized about that part of him since the first day I walked into his club, never truly believing I’d find out what he felt like inside me. Tugging his zipper down, I brazenly reached my hand in to gently squeeze his cock in my hand, amazed by its size as I began to stroke him from root to tip. Thick and hot against my palm, he was harder and bigger than any man I’d ever slept with.
“Mmmmm…don’t stop,” he whispered as the thought of his size began to make me slow my strokes just as my hand touched the swollen tip. “Right there, baby.”
Cash buried his hands in my hair, pulling me to him, and I heard him groan again as my thumb grazed the spot just below the head of his cock. He was rock hard yet so silky in my hand, and with each ragged moan I grew more and more confident. There he was standing in front of me loving what I was making him feel.