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“Showing you what it feels like to have a man worship at your feet.”
I can feel a blush spread across my cheeks as he brushes his hands along my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When he pushes the silky material of my robe to the side, the belt comes undone, and Cash lets out a guttural groan when he glimpses what’s underneath—nothing.
I wait with bated breath as he leans into the apex of my thighs, nipping at my sensitive skin. When I try to shift in my seat, he holds my legs apart, pressing his nose against my core, inhaling my scent.
God, why is that so hot?
He coaxes me to lie back on the bench, lifting my legs over his shoulder. I should be mortified that I’m laid out bare for him, but a rush of heat courses through me, and my thoughts are consumed with what he might do next.
I weave my fingers into his hair, wrestling with the desire to draw him closer and the impulse to push him away. The former wins when he licks along the seam of my pussy in teasing strokes, and I instinctively push his head into my thighs.
I moan. “Fuck, Stafford. Your mouth feels so good.”
“I’m just getting started.” He says it like a promise. As if this is a small taste of all the wicked things he could do to me if only I’d let him.
I’m dripping with arousal as he alternates between licking and sucking. I moan louder as he grazes my clit, focusing his attention on the sensitive bud.
“Oh my god,” I gasp out as I dig my nails deeper into his scalp.
“Fuck, Ev, you’re so damn sweet,” he murmurs before burying his face back between my legs.
I pant heavily as my climax draws near, and Cash locks his mouth around my clit. As I cry out begging for more, he bites down firmly, and the room fills with my screams as I erupt, tumbling into orgasmic bliss.
When I finally come down from my high, Cash helps me sit up, the evidence of my pleasure on his lips.
When his gaze meets mine, I reach out to touch his cheek, softly running my thumb over the raised skin of his scar. He briefly closes his eyes as if savoring my touch.
“Are you okay?” he asks, holding my hand against his cheek.
Being with Cash feels like finding refuge from a storm. More than anything, I want to tell him that he has a wicked mouth and there’s nothing I’d like more than to spend the day locked away with him. But I hold back, my doubts outweighing the longing to surrender to my feelings.
For so long I’d been convinced that men were all untrustworthy and after Landon, I avoided them at all costs. Now that I’ve met someone who wants to cherish me and shower me with affection, I’m unsure how to reconcile my newfound hope with my lingering fears.
I nod. “It’s getting late. I should get ready for work,” I say, flinching when the words come out of my mouth.
“Yeah, okay,” Cash reluctantly agrees. I don’t miss the hurt in his voice as he stands, extending his hand to help me up. He gives my fingers one last squeeze before he steps away.
He’s halfway across the room when I stop him.
“Cash?” I whisper.
He turns around to face me. “Yeah?”
“You should know, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
He gives me a sly smile. “Don’t worry, it won’t be your last. Mark my words, Ev. When you’re ready to accept what’shappening between us, I’ll make sure you’re screaming my name while I’m deep inside you,” he promises, his eyes ablaze with determination.
The mental picture of him hovering above me on our bed, fucking me without restraint, enters my mind. My mouth falls open when he leaves me alone with my runaway thoughts, wishing I had the courage to ask him to stay.
Squinting down at the screen, I struggle to make sense of the email I’m reading. I should have left an hour ago, but after my encounter with Cash this morning, I’m stalling.
My face turns bright red just thinking about his head pressed between my quivering thighs, with my fingers tangled in his hair as I screamed out in ecstasy.
I’m not ashamed of what we did—in fact, I want to do it again—but that means our relationship would become even more complex, if that’s even possible at this point.
I’m startled when my phone rings on my desk, but I smile when I see who it is.
“Hey, Theo,” I answer cheerfully.