Page 25 of Taking A Chance

I also get a glimpse of what I can only describe as his kinkier side.

It isn’t anything major. Holding my wrists tightly above my head, while biting hard on my nipple. Fingering me with more digits than I thought I could take, while slapping my arse cheeks until they are red and tender. It’s hot and has me catapulting towards a mega orgasm, every time. It’s like he knows exactly how far to go. It has me on edge a little as I sense that, actually, he is holding back. I don’t think he’d go too far, or hurt me intentionally, but what scares me is just how far it is that I’m wanting to go. It’s a bit of a revelation.

On the other hand, Cade can send me into a total mind-fuck by being so gentle. Touching, caressing, kissing every inch of my body until I’m writhing around, begging for release. For the want of a better word, he makes love to me, so tenderly, leaving me limp, breathless and in a state of euphoria.

However dominant he is when we are having sex, he never is at any other time. Well, not with me anyway. I’ve overheard a few heated phone calls. Business, I assume, where he is most definitely in charge. He is powerful, demanding, and his level of determination to get the results he wants is staggering. With me, he is funny, kind, and extremely flirtatious.

Amy has mentioned before that he is a bit of a one for the ladies. Had a few in the past that had not wanted to let go of him. One even a little stalkerish. I can see why. He’s very charismatic, and I bet he has many a woman tongue tied, starry-eyed and hanging onto his every word. Good job he doesn’t practice marital law, otherwise he’d be inundated with offers from newly divorcees.

Bet they’d be only too happy to pay a little extra for his services.

Why the hell am I getting my knickers in a twist at the thought of it? Especially as it’s just a short term, holiday type of fling thing. Right?

It's already nine in the evening, and as yet, I haven’t heard a word from Cade. A little annoyed at his silence, it being the last chance for us to spend time together, I start haphazardly stuffing my clothes, shoes and items that I’ve purchased while here, into my suitcase. I try to ignore the lump in my throat when I get a waft of the soaps that Cade bought for me at the market. “Arsehole,” I mutter under my breath, blinking rapidly to push back the looming tears.

My phone ping’s and I pounce on it. When I see that it’s only Kat again, for like the tenth time, asking if I’ve done my packing. I’m tempted to launch it across the room, until I remember that my contract has another eight months on it yet.

The clothes I intend to travel in are the only things left out, which means I’ll only have the shorts and vest top I’m currently wearing and my toiletries to pack in the morning. A few carrier bags are scattered on the floor. My temper getting the better of me, I bring my foot back and kick.

“Ouch!” I scream out when my big toe hits the hard object that’s still sitting inside the bag. “Motherfucking hairy ballbags,” fires rapidly out of my mouth with a whole load of other not so ladylike profanities. A loud knock at the door has me hopping towards it while nursing my throbbing toe. “For fuck’s sake, Kat!” I shout as I open the door. “Get off my back, I’m nearly…” Only to be struck dumb by the sight of Cade. Instantly he notices my hunched over, toe hugging posture.

“What have you done?” he asks, putting his arm around me to support my unstable stance.

“I banged my toe,” I reply in a pathetic, whiny voice. I’m so happy to see him that all the built-up, don’t really care, he’s an arsehole malarkey that had been going through my head, has now gone; ‘Poof!’ disappeared. I suddenly realise my hand is wet. “Wow!” I stagger when I see red. “Blood.”

“Damn, woman,” I nearly miss the concern in his voice as my head gets fuzzy. “I can’t leave you for a minute.” Scooping me up, he carries me to the bed, sitting me on the edge. He takes off at speed into the bathroom, quickly reappearing with a couple of towels and a damp cloth. Kneeling in front of me, he brings my injured foot up to rest on his thigh. I pull it away, worried that he’s going to get blood on his trousers. “Let me look,” he barks, putting my foot back to where he wants it. I let out a hiss when he lays the damp cloth gently across my toe, as it stings like a bastard. “What did you do?” He looks me in the eye, waiting for an explanation.

“I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Oh!” he smirks. “Let me guess. You’re pissed at me so you decided to kick the… chair?”

“Paper bag actually, but there wasn’t meant to be anything in it.”

“Ahh!” he lifts he cloth. It’s bloody and utterly disgusting. He refolds it until he has a clean area before placing it back. I hiss again. “I’m not sure it’s wise telling you this but…” he lets out a deep sigh, “I wasn’t going to.”

“Fine.” My voice cracks a little, but I put my hand to my leg, so it looks like it’s from the pain in my foot, not the disappointment in my heart. “But the least you can do is tell my why?”

“Because I didn’t want to see you.” Removing the cloth, most of the blood now cleaned away, he leans in and inspects it further. “Your nail is pretty smashed and might fall away, but you’ll live.”

“Well… thank you, but you can leave now. I’m sure I can take it from here.” I place my foot on the floor and manoeuvre myself to the side, so I can stand and put some space between us. “Anyhow, I need to finish my packing,” I mumble, as I stumble to where my suitcase sits on top of one of those suitcases holding whatsits.

“Petra.” I jump at the sound of my name being said right behind me, not realising he’s followed so closely. His arms slip around my waist, pulling me back to him. “I didn’t want to see you because I can’t face saying goodbye.”

I shuffle around to face him. Well, it’s the best I can do with a poorly toe.

“So, what changed your mind?” I ask with a whisper.

“Because having one more night with you is worth a million sad goodbyes,” Cade admits in a deep seductive tone.

Our mouths collide, and our bodies engage as we make the most of our remaining hours together.

A slither of light hits my face from where the curtain hasn’t quite been pulled together. I’m laid on my back with Petra draped over me. Her tits flattened against my chest; her face tucked into my neck. I can hear and feel her every breath as she sleeps in my arms.

Momentarily, I may have considered not coming to her last night, but I couldn’t keep away. She’s like a drug, a kick, that I know I have to give up. But it won’t be easy. Today is when it will end. Petra will go back to her life in Bath, working for Isaac and having girly lunches with Kat and Amy. While as I, will be in the U.S. overseeing my law firm and taking on the big money cases. Maybe it’s for the best that we live miles apart. If we kept seeing each other, things would only get… complicated. Women want serious relationships and that’s not me. Being tied down, marriage, having damn kids. It’s for the best… It sure as hell is for the best.

“Hey,” she says sleepily as she stirs in my arms. She snuggles into my neck a little closer, pushes her body into me a little harder before relaxing back and tilting her face up towards me. “Morning.”

“Morning, gorgeous.” She is gorgeous and so much more. I kiss the tip of her nose and she blinks back at me. Her stunning dark eyes coming alive as a smile lights up her face. God, she’s too beautiful for words.