Page 47 of Chaos & Carnage

I opened my mouth to complain, but he was already reaching for it, pushing it off my shoulders and then suddenly I was complying, shrugging out of it as he peeled it off me. Cade made a funny noise, something gently guttural coming from his chest, like a deep purr.

“And the rest.”

“What? Here?”

“Yes, babe. Right here. I want you naked right now.”

“Cade, no. What if someone sees us?”

“Who is going to see us, kitten? You’re the last one here.”

“Well, the patients…” I waved my hand toward the cages. “I told you last night not in front of the patients….”

But I didn’t get to finish the sentence as his lips crashed into mine, grabbing and pulling, silencing me with sudden ferocity. My insides reached boiling point instantly, just as if he’d left me simmering for him not even twenty-four hours ago. Cade moved as he kissed me and I could feel him shrugging out of his leather jacket, exposing his muscled arms in the white t-shirt he always wore. The smell of stale smoke drifted around us as the jacket moved until it dropped to the floor with a clunk.

“Your turn again,” he spoke against my lips, his hands moving under my green top, pushing it up and once again I complied, the command in his voice sending my insides to mush.

Wriggling, I let him peel the green top over my head. He stopped, stepping back again, his eyes roaming all over my chest.

“Fuck…” he exhaled. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Cade.” I wasn’t sure what that was supposed to be. The words sounded so pathetic.

“I want to see the rest of you, kitten.”

“What?”

“Trousers. Take them off.”

I wanted to say no. That I was at work. That this wasn’t appropriate. But my pussy clenched and ached, heat filling me. All at his words. At this sudden onslaught of dominance. A dominance I shouldn’t like, but I did.

“Now. Kitten. Don’t make me rip them off you.”

Again, I opened my mouth to complain, but it hung open wordlessly. Cade stepped forward, reaching out for me.

“No. No. I’ll do it,” I squeaked pitifully.

I slid the green fabric down my legs, stepping out of them and nudging them to the side.

“Nice,” he rumbled in his chest, like he was seeing me naked for the very first time.

And now he did approach, hooking me around the waist again and pulling me into him, my naked flesh against his cold leather. Then he took my hand and pushed it into his crotch.

“See what you do to me, babe,” he whispered in my ear. His other hand moved down my stomach, stroking over the cotton covering my mound, dipping in between my legs until I sat in his palm. “And I see what I do to you.”

His hand moved back and forwards over the top of my knickers, rubbing over me, threatening to set me alight just with his touch. I wanted to throw my head back, to ride his hand till I came. But I was at work, and the eyes in the cages behind Cade were staring at me. I was sure of it.

“They’re watching us,” I breathed in erratic rhythm.

“They’re animals. They won’t be judging.”

“But….”

“Shush, kitten. Just concentrate on me. And what I’m going to do to you.”

Cade’s lips sucked at my neck, nipping and then kissing, lapping at my skin, his free hand moving over my bra, kneading at my breast. A massage, a little squeeze, the dig of fingers until I was gasping at his attack. His head dipped lower, lips and tongue trailing down my skin, moving lower and lower. His arms scooped behind me, the bra flicking free in one deft movement, and I felt his lips pull into a smile against my chest, pleased with his efforts. I slipped my arms from the straps when he coaxed, letting the bra fall to the floor. And now I stood almost entirely naked in the place I worked.

The hand over my knickers moved differently, moving from where it stroked my pussy over the drenched cotton, his fingers sinking into the waistband and guiding them down my legs. His hand replaced where the fabric had been, teasing against my entrance, making me gasp loudly. He traced my folds, dipping and testing and building up the wetness on his finger ends. But instead of inserting them, he pulled them away again, lifting his head from my chest and looking me in the eye. Then he put his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth.